"How can I be just a mortal like Bell Chikaf? Even if he serves the True God, his status is too lowly. My status is much more noble than his," the burly man said in a deep voice. "My name should be... hmm, Gabriel! I am the sacred and inviolable Angel, separated from all things unclean, guarding the True God! Hmm... at least a part of it..."
"And I..." the burly man looked around, puzzled again, and after a while, he nodded, revealing a look of sudden realization. "So that's how it is."
"A mortal serving the True God used a sliver of my power, but it seems he died due to some accident. In his last moments, he cast a Spell, attaching his remaining consciousness to a piece of real Angel Feather, attempting to have me complete the unfinished task. Interesting."
