At least the answer wasn’t wrong.
After secretly sighing in relief, Julius placed his drowsy body on the bed and surrendered himself to the slowly rushing comfort.
‘I want to freeze time, forget about all the complexities of the world, and relax in the sweet scent of milk wafting from beside me.’
Because was someone who had lived a life that deserved this comfort.
‘I want to leave the evil plan to be solved tomorrow and enjoy this moment.’
Late at night, Julius fell asleep while picturing the face of the beautiful woman who had once knocked on the door of Grandpa Mila’s mansion.
He had just begun to enjoy a peaceful moment when words, like a bomb that blew away all his drowsiness, came out of Cecil’s mouth.
“Really? If you stay here with me forever, you will have to eat my homemade food every day. Is that okay?”
‘… Huh?’
The blond-haired man, who had dozed off with a relaxed expression, suddenly widened his eyes, and his entire body began to tremble slightly.
Julius slowly lifted his head toward his wife, who had just uttered those terrible words.
Cecil’s red eyes sparkled with laughter.
In the warm atmosphere, her usually expressionless face softened as she covered her mouth and chuckled.
“… I’ll do the cooking.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Soon, the devil was laughing, while the priest beside her began delivering a serious lecture on cooking.
The bright red bonfire watching over them twisted its body as if enjoying the scene, its flames shifting into various colors.
A small cabin, where sparks flickered and the cold bonfire slowly began to radiate heat.
On the vast, empty land filled with silence, eternal love began to bloom once again.
***
“Ziffnel, do you have a moment?”
Tapnel, an angel just as stubborn as her representative, made a small gesture toward her younger sister, Ziffnel, the Angel of Mercy and Love, her expression unusually hesitant.
“…Why, sister? I’m busy right now. We need to move quickly to fix the chaos spreading in the mortal world.”
A black-haired woman, expressionless, closed her eyes in deep thought.
The angel of faith, growing impatient as she fidgeted in front of her complete indifference, muttered a few times, wiggled her hands, and finally, as if making a grand decision, clenched her fists.
Then, she sincerely pleaded with her younger sister.
“Well… I’m saying that this time, since you are going down to the mortal world…”
“Hah! Oh? And what, you want me to check on Julius?”
Those were not words befitting someone known for being strictly fair and always following procedures.
Had the angel of love made a mistake?
However, what caught the eye was the way Tapnel flinched, as if she had been caught red-handed.
Ziffnel, who looked at her like a child who had just been scolded, ran a hand through her beautiful hair before turning her gaze toward her pathetic older sister.
“I know you feel sorry for Julius. But, in truth, we angels are not responsible for the painful life he has led.”
“…Thank you for understanding. Julius has a kind heart and unwavering faith. If we explain things properly, I’m sure he will understand, so…”
“You’re asking me to turn a blind eye to him staying with Cecil? Alright, alright. Sister, I am the angel of kindness and love. Rest assured, I have no intention of separating two people who love each other so desperately.”
“Thank you. But… you must not tell Raynell or Lionelta about this.”
“Okay, okay! You’re in my way, so just leave already. I’m already annoyed that you came sneaking around, but it’s even worse that you’re standing here like this.”
“Yes, I understand. In any case, I leave the punishment of the saint’s mistakes and the resolution of the chaos in Aran to you. I trust you will handle it well.”
With those words, Tapnel slowly stepped backward, leaving the Altar of Advent.
Ziffnel shook her head in exasperation at the ironic sight of her maintaining grace even while walking backward. Closing her eyes once more, she tried to organize her thoughts.
The current situation.
A heretical act orchestrated by Saint Erman.
[Time Reversal]
To achieve this, he had unsealed the 24 ancient devils—beings also known as minor gods—and thrown the world into chaos once more.
However, there was one strange anomaly.
“…Cecil Lionelta.”
A child with beautiful brown hair, the daughter of a saint, and one who had inherited a fraction of Lionelta’s power.
A woman brought back from the brink of death, her love keeping her tethered to life.
“Was this really necessary?”
Wouldn’t she, instead, become an unpredictable variable that disrupted the plan?
For a moment, she was troubled by the saint’s incomprehensible actions.
Then, a distant memory surfaced—the words of an elder who had once spoken to her.
Saint Telmere’s voice echoed in her mind.
[If your opponent does something you don’t understand, it’s best to disrupt it first.
Why? Because sometimes, the other person is just an idiot.]
Telmere had ruffled his smooth her and shaken his head, while Ziffnel, confused, had tilted her head and given him a questioning look.
The saint and sage had then slowly spoken again.
[Such optimistic thinking can be dangerous. An opponent’s inexplicable move may turn out to be a fatal dagger.]
This was a checkmate.
The little soldier had captured the king.
Defeated in a game that had recently become popular among the rebels, Ziffnel had angrily knocked over the board, losing her temper.
“Ugh… Even after 500 years, your words still guide my path.”
Yes. If Cecil Lionelta’s resurrection was an unpredictable move, then eliminating her wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Gazing at the gigantic serpent lurking in the distance below the heavens, devouring the outskirts of the water city of Aran, the angel of mercy and love licked her blood-red lips and uttered a girl’s name.
“Dear Thalia, my representative… You must become my sword.”
The perfect sword, one that even Julius would not be able to touch.
A smile graced the angel’s lips as she pictured the girl he had cherished like a sister since childhood.
As if celebrating her joy, fireworks bloomed in the sky, their pink petals floating gently through the air before settling onto her hand.
From a distance, Ziffnel watched silently. The smile disappeared from her lips as she clenched her fist.
—Crack.
The delicate petals in her hand crumbled and faded into nothingness.
Drifting down from thin air, they once again met the angel’s palm, only to turn into a handful of sparks and vanish.
It was as if they were foretelling someone’s future.
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