"I've never seen such a situation either," the old sailor said, "Even for an ordinary child, a heat stroke shouldn't be this severe. But, when it comes to a winged child like this, I don't know what to do."
"This doesn't seem like an illness," Zilvra said, "To me, this looks more like a curse."
"A curse?" Lynch frowned, "Who would curse an Angel? And how did they cast it?"
"If I had studied a few more years in 'that' temple, I might be able to answer your question," Zilvra said regretfully, gently touching Soka's little face.
The Mage moved to Soka's side, placing his hand on her forehead, focusing on sensing the energy within her. The strong magic resistance of the Angels made this observation exceedingly difficult, but the continuously flowing Magic Origin Power supported Lynch's will. The little angel groaned in pain, her face alternating between flushes of red and pale white. Zilvra and Van Dijk held their breath, waiting anxiously.
