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“Thalia, you are a very lucky child.”
A red puddle, a black blade, a fallen man.
Her daily life had been perfect until yesterday.
The warm home was gone, and in the middle of the blood-soaked living room that had turned into hell, a woman with a benevolent smile slowly approached her little lady, flicking the knife in her hand.
“I just hate men’s b0dies, so I prefer women—fresh, young b0dies. So, I don’t need to cut it into pieces with a knife.”
She was a woman who laughed like a madwoman, clutching her stomach and even shedding tears because she found it so amusing.
Thalia slowly backed away, her small body trembling at the sight of the thick, fresh bl0od that dripped every time her mother wiped away her tears.
“… Uh, Mom. Why are you doing this? Oh, Dad is sick—we need to take him to the doctor quickly…”
“… Ah, ah… Thalia, my daughter! What have I done? Come here. What on earth happened?”
When the woman heard her daughter’s voice, her expression changed in an instant. Seeing her mother’s usual demeanor, the child’s nervousness eased. Letting down her guard, she started walking quickly—
[No, stop. That’s a trick!]
Her small steps, which had been rushing toward her beloved mother, came to an abrupt halt. The voice of an unknown woman echoed in her head, throwing her mind into confusion.
‘What are you talking about? My mom… My mom is right there…’
Thalia shook her head, refusing to believe it. She looked up at her beloved mother, Narin.
‘Look, she’s smiling and reaching out to hug me, just like always.’
That familiar motherly smile…
“… What are you doing, Thalia? We have to get out of here quickly.”
Mom’s smile…
“… Tsk, it’s not easy to fool someone blessed by an angel.”
Mom’s smile… No.
A crooked black sword, its name unknown.
Even to a child’s eyes, the ominous demon sword in her mother’s hand loomed high, radiating an eerie presence. Then, a devil surged toward her—
And pink flames engulfed it.
Before her very eyes, her mother, possessed by a devil, burned alive.
***
[… Thalia, my lovely representative.]
An angel’s voice.
One she had heard long ago, and now, only once or twice a year.
The girl, who had been praying before the statue of Rom in Kente’s only church, suddenly heard the voice of Ziffnel, the Angel of Mercy, whispering in her ears.
“… Ziffnel? It’s been a while. A humble servant of God answers the angel’s call.”
[Why do we need formalities between us? I’m glad to see you looking well. Have you grown a little taller?]
Ziffnel chuckled playfully, bringing up the same topic he always had when Thalia was younger.
Puffing out her cheeks, Thalia pouted, uncharacteristically annoyed at being treated like a child.
“I’m a grown woman now! I haven’t been short in a long time!”
[Haha, it feels like just yesterday that you were whining about wanting to be as tall as Julius. So? Have you actually grown a little?]
An angel of love, yet never one for serious conversation.
In the end, Thalia, Ziffnel’s representative, clamped her mouth shut, even committing the disrespect of ignoring an angel’s question.
[Alright, alright. I was just joking since it’s been so long since we last spoke.]
“So, why are you speaking to me now? It’s not even my birthday.”
Ziffnel only ever spoke to her on special occasions—birthdays, death anniversaries, and the like. Her sudden call was unusual.
Frowning slightly, Thalia tilted her head.
[Nothing in particular. This time, I’ve decided to descend to the human world myself.]
“… Eh? You’re coming in person? When? We need to start preparing for the welcome ceremony…”
Ziffnel’s words threw Thalia into confusion.
Looking at her foolish representative, Ziffnel sighed.
[This descent must be quiet and secretive. Spreading rumors would be troublesome.]
“… Ah, I understand. Then when will you descent—?”
Thalia swallowed nervously and raised her head, about to ask more.
Seeing her clear unease, Ziffnel smiled and spoke in a cheerful voice.
[Now.]
“Oh, yes… Um… Now?”
She was so startled that she instinctively shut her eyes.
It seemed she was still a long way from becoming a composed, mature woman.
***
Clear Maiden.
That was the name of the small lake where Francis, the perverted divine beast who always followed Priestess Emily, spent his time in Kente Village.
Early in the morning, Thalia arrived at the lake unnoticed, her pace leisurely. With her hair falling over her face, she whispered, “… Ziffnel, I think you can come now.”
[… This feels very suspicious. But since no one seems to be around, I’ll come down.]
Silence.
Only the rustling of fallen leaves filled the air as the cold wind heralded the approaching winter.
Thalia pulled her uniform tighter against the chill.
Shhhrrlll…
A sharp noise pierced the stillness.
Like the sound of metal being cut, a cloud of blue smoke slowly rose into the air, radiating an eerie energy.
“… So, this is the descent of an angel.”
She had imagined something more grand—the heavens opening, the earth shaking.
As blasphemous as it was, she couldn’t help but think, ‘It’s not as impressive as I expected.’
From in front of her, Ziffnel’s voice rang out.
“You’re not thinking, ‘Oh, it’s not as impressive as I expected,’ right?”
“… Oh, no! Of course not!”
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