Chapter 153: How can I, an angel, sleep in a cold bed? Call out the Holy Maiden for a séance.

"Master!"

Mona rose excitedly, sensing the surging holy power within her, so thrilled that her eyes moistened.

Aside from the initial pain of her mind splitting, the process of signing the contract was extremely joyful. The warm feeling of floating high in the clouds, lying on a cloud bed, was like being in heaven, and she just couldn't stop.

The wings on her back were starkly different from those condensed by Holy Light, not made of energy, nor entirely physical. It was a strange sensation, and she couldn't find the right words to describe it.

All she knew was that it didn't hurt at all, as if it were her own limbs, ready to be commanded with ease whenever she summoned them.

Gunther looked at the stigmata on Mona's hand with a smile at the corner of his eye and turned to Wayne, "Lord Angel, don't you have something to say?"

Wayne: (ﾟДﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ)