Heaven, the Seventh Heaven.
For the first time in a long while, Elise raised both arms and stretched, fully displaying her shapely figure in the process.
Unfortunately, aside from Elise, there was no one else present to appreciate the beautiful sight.
After loosening up her body a little, Elise immediately composed herself and began observing the situation throughout Heaven.
"Hmm? Not bad, Metatron!"
Although Elise had remained within the barrier of the Seventh Heaven all this time, she still possessed some understanding of what was happening outside.
For example, Gabriel was playing the role of a caring big sister to two little girls in the Fourth Heaven.
Michael was writing furiously in the Sixth Heaven, working hard to govern Heaven.
And of course, there was Metatron, guiding believers into the special dimension...
Elise had originally assigned her only that single task, but looking back now, Metatron had performed it perfectly!
Elise needed the purest power of faith in this world, and Metatron had found a way to obtain it for her...
On top of that, without Elise even knowing, she had captured Azazel, the leader of the fallen angel faction, alive... He was imprisoned right beside her even now!
"Looking at it this way, Metatron truly is quite talented!"
As expected of an angel created by Elise herself. No one else could possibly compare!
But...
Metatron has already done so much for me. I can't leave her unrewarded!
Some might believe that creations should obey their creator absolutely and harbor no unnecessary thoughts, as though such a thing were only natural.
Elise did not agree.
Merit should be rewarded, and wrongdoing should be punished.
Even back when she was part of the Astraea Familia, Elise had followed that principle. Even members of her own Familia had to receive an appropriate punishment when they made mistakes.
It was a matter of principle and could not be changed casually.
Therefore, Elise intended to reward Metatron with something. However, if she asked her directly, Metatron would undoubtedly say that serving the Lord was an angel's duty and that she would never dare request anything else.
"What would make a good reward?"
When Elise created her, she did not seem to have given her any particular hobbies or interests.
This really was a difficult problem. Elise could not think of anything suitable for the moment. Surely she could not give Metatron some form of special affection?
"I'll set that aside for now. The most important matter at present is... how should I deal with Azazel?"
With Elise's current strength, she truly did not think much of him. However, he was still the Governor-General of the fallen angels. If she wanted to subjugate the entire fallen angel faction, starting with Azazel would indeed be a good choice.
She could certainly subdue them by force, but those beneath him would inevitably accumulate resentment. If that resentment erupted in the future, it would become a force that could not be underestimated.
If a widely respected Governor-General of the fallen angels stood on her side, the situation would improve enormously, and Elise's burden would become much lighter...
No, the person whose burden truly needed lightening was actually Michael, wasn't it?
After all, that Seraph was the one handling Heaven's affairs. Without Michael, the number of angels falling from grace would rapidly increase. Eventually, even the continued survival of their race would become a problem.
"My Lord, do you have time right now?"
Coincidentally, Metatron's voice came through their communication link at that moment. Elise immediately replied, "Of course I have time!"
"No matter where you are, you will always be my little angel! I will always answer your hopes!"
"My Lord..."
Although the two of them were in different places and Elise could not see Metatron's expression, judging from her voice alone, Elise could already imagine her looking teary-eyed.
"Then bring Azazel up here, Metatron. I need to have a proper talk with the Governor-General of the fallen angels."
"Understood! I will bring him up immediately, my Lord!"
After receiving Elise's command, Metatron's tone became considerably more serious. To force an analogy, it was as incongruous as the sweet girl next door suddenly transforming into a formidable career woman.
Almost the instant Elise finished speaking, a golden radiance appeared within the Seventh Heaven.
A face identical to Elise's emerged from the light, making Metatron appear even more holy and beautiful.
"My Lord! I'm here!"
The moment she saw Elise, Metatron spread her arms and lunged toward her without hesitation. However, Elise pressed a hand against her head, preventing her from advancing even half a step.
"Stop fooling around, Metatron."
"I was just preparing to reward you, but if you make a mistake, that reward will disappear immediately, understand?"
Elise wore a beaming smile, yet Metatron felt a chill run down her spine. Could this be the legendary... authority of a mother?
"There's even a reward? My Lord, I'm truly touched!"
Perhaps Elise's earlier words had served as a reminder. After allowing herself to be moved for only a moment, Metatron quickly returned to her proper demeanor.
"Azazel is right here." With that, Metatron took a white sphere of light from within her clothes.
It was the very sphere imprisoning Azazel!
Given Metatron's strength, as long as she did not imprison a Super Devil within it, the person inside would have absolutely no chance of escaping! Even powers such as spatial teleportation would be blocked.
"Open!"
Following Metatron's low command, ripples resembling waves gradually appeared across the sphere of light, growing larger with every passing moment.
Before long, a pitch-black line appeared through the sphere, splitting it open down the middle into two hemispheres.
She was quite meticulous about this...
Elise carefully observed the scene as though she were inspecting Heaven's security system.
She had already witnessed Heaven's defenses before. How should she put it?
They might be effective against weaker enemies, but they could not withstand true powerhouses!
As long as those powerhouses wished it, they could break through barriers like these at any time.
Although Azazel had been famous throughout the world for many years, numerous peak experts from the various mythologies did not take him seriously, simply because his strength had not reached that level.
As long as Azazel had not become a Super Devil, the threat he posed could never surpass that of the devils.
At that moment, a dark figure flew out of the sphere of light, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"Where am I?"
At first, Azazel could not make sense of his situation. It was not until two blonde beauties appeared before him together that he froze in place.
Good grief, are they mass-produced?