Maisy knew that Schiller had received a mission from God, a mission that was deeply related to the new era God had spoken of, akin to the horns Solamus once sounded for the descent upon Heaven.
The youngest of the Great Angels couldn't help but harbor many doubts; were the fates of those Exiles a part of Schiller's mission?
"What are you thinking about?"
Schiller looked at the people of Logos on the ground with amusement, caught a glimpse of Maisy's wary eyes, and asked this question.
"...Schiller, is their current plight really your mission?"
Maisy hesitated before asking.
Schiller turned and looked at him with a smile,
"Maisy, conspiracies and suspicions really cling to you, giving you such thoughts.
I've said before, in this story, I've done nothing, played no part."
Seeing him so reassuringly adamant, Maisy couldn't help but remain half-convinced. Afterward, the Great Angel couldn't resist asking:
"So what's next... what are you going to do?
