"Tch. This punching bag's way too soft. I barely hit him and he's already falling apart. Can't even take a beating."
Rei Ao casually rolled his wrist, a look of disgust on his face.
In front of him, Sariel was a mess—his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition.
After loosely fixing his rumpled clothes, Rei Ao suddenly paused.
He sensed something.
His eyes drifted lazily toward a corner of the false moon realm, voice carrying a hint of amusement—and growing impatience.
"Hey. You over there. Your buddy looks like a beat-up pig, and you're just gonna keep hiding and watching like it's a show? Come out already."
Silence.
Then—
The space he was staring at tore open quietly, like someone ripping fine silk.
A figure stepped out.
He had holy wings too—but compared to Sariel's, his were sharper, more defined. His presence was completely different: warm like the morning sun, but impossibly deep and calm.
Silver hair. Striking features. A godlike presence wrapped in quiet sorrow.
His eyes were a deep, endless blue—like the sky itself.
And right now, those eyes were focused on Rei Ao—and the unrecognizable pile of flesh that used to be Sariel.
This was none other than the Archangel Gabriel.
The one known as the Angel of Wisdom, Communication, and the Divine Messenger.
Gabriel's gaze paused briefly on Sariel.
In the depths of his serene blue eyes, there was the faintest flicker of shock—maybe even a tiny bit of satisfaction?
But he quickly masked it all.
Then, he gave a calm, polite, even slightly apologetic smile.
"Powerful one from another world, please don't be angry."
Gabriel's voice was smooth and melodic—like music that puts your heart at ease.
"First, allow me to sincerely apologize."
"My colleague, Sariel, has always been impulsive and reckless. If he offended you, then... frankly, he brought it on himself."
His tone was calm.
Despite being a fellow angel, Gabriel talked about Sariel's beating like it was a weather report—completely neutral.
And just like that, he subtly made it clear he wasn't with him.
On the ground, Sariel twitched. His one barely-open eye widened in disbelief, filled with fury and humiliation.
He tried to protest.
All that came out was more blood and a pained whimper.
Gabriel ignored him completely and turned back to Rei Ao.
"We angels may live in the same realm, but our roles and beliefs differ."
"Sariel acted on his own. His choices don't reflect the will of Heaven—and definitely not mine."
He kept his stance humble. Every word was polished to perfection.
He distanced himself, without being obvious, and at the same time tried to calm down the dangerous man in front of him.
"Someone as powerful as you clearly understands reason."
"We don't want a fight. And we have no interest in getting involved with... whatever changes are happening inside Ente Isla."
Rei Ao looked at Gabriel's flawless little speech, then glanced at the bloody mess on the ground who could barely grunt in protest.
Suddenly, he lost interest.
"Tch."
He clicked his tongue, clearly disappointed.
"Boring."
"I thought I'd get another round in with a tougher punching bag."
He waved a hand, eyes already turning away.
"Alright, spare me the formalities. Take that piece of trash and get out."
"And don't come back trying anything funny. Or else…"
His eyes swept across Gabriel.
He didn't release any pressure or energy—but Gabriel still felt a chill run through his soul.
"I won't mind replacing your entire angelic leadership."
Gabriel's smile twitched—just slightly—but recovered instantly.
Inside, he let out a long breath of relief.
As long as he's not picking a fight…
The guy in front of him wasn't just powerful—he was terrifyingly straightforward.
Gabriel had no doubt he could and would follow through on that threat.
"Of course. We respect strength."
Gabriel bowed gracefully, every movement refined and elegant.
"Thank you for your... generosity."
He carefully avoided using the word "forgiveness."
Then, without giving Sariel another look—he clearly found it beneath him—Gabriel waved his hand.
A beam of radiant light enveloped Sariel's broken body.
The space split open again.
Gabriel stepped through without hesitation, taking Sariel with him.
And just like that, the false moon dimension vanished.
The night sky above the Holy Capital returned to normal.
The stars came back. The moon returned to its soft, distant glow.
…
On the ground
The pressure around Emilia and the others vanished like a weight had been lifted.
Rei Ao appeared quietly beside her again, casually dusting off his hands like he'd just come back from a walk.
"All done?" Emilia asked, still a little worried, her purple eyes scanning his face.
"Yeah. Just two clueless birds. Sent them on their way."
Rei Ao answered casually.
"Go on. You've still got things to take care of."
Emilia looked at him for a long moment.
She didn't know exactly what had happened.
But she could feel it.
The divine threat that could've shaken all of Ente Isla... had just been dealt with—effortlessly—by the man in front of her.
A wave of warmth and safety filled her heart.
No more hesitation.
She raised her holy sword again.
Its silver light lit up the faces of her followers—eyes filled with hope.
"To battle!"
Her voice rang out, firm and clear across the night.
"For the future of Ente Isla!"
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