Nighttime, Yasaka Shrine was filled with Youkai aura. All sorts of strange Youkai gathered here, along with members of the Khaos Brigade.
The total number exceeded a thousand. With such a crowd, the atmosphere became lively and bustling.
"Your Holiness, how should we handle these prisoners?"
A few priests who had defected from the church, along with some Fallen Angels, led a group of prisoners forward.
These were the prisoners captured during the cleansing of various forces in Kyoto who refused to submit. There were humans and devils among them.
Most came from the Five Principal Clans, Buddhist sects, and the Devil faction.
As for the Angel churches, they surrendered the moment they saw Aslan. Besides, the Angels had no expansionist ambitions, and there were only a few churches in Kyoto.
Aslan, holding Kuroka in her black cat form in his embrace, glanced casually and said calmly.
"Drive them away. Turn them into ransom money and distribute it as a subsidy bonus."
"As you command, Your Holiness."
The priests saluted Aslan, then herded the prisoners away.
As for the mentioned subsidy bonus, asking their factions to ransom them?
Sorry, these fanatics didn't even consider what Aslan had just said.
Rejecting the Light of God was their greatest sin.
And sinners must be judged.
Even if they were to be returned, it should be after judgment.
"Your Holiness, the banquet is ready. What wine do you prefer? I, Shuten-dōji, guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
The red-haired middle-aged man patted his chest in assurance.
"Regular red wine is fine."
Aslan explained casually, paused, turned his head, and looked at Shuten-dōji with curiosity.
"By the way, you're a Youkai Leader, right?"
"No, no, no, how could you say that? Our only Youkai Leader is you, Your Holiness."
Shuten-dōji shook his head wildly. Seriously, if he dared claim to be a Youkai Leader here, did he believe the fanatics present could tear him to pieces?
After all, he came seeking support. He only managed to sneak in stubbornly. How could he retreat easily?
"Forget it. Whoever is willing to follow me is my person."
Aslan didn't care who was who. What mattered was that they acknowledged his identity.
A rough-and-tumble organization didn't bother with such details.
When they reached Little Garden, professional staff would naturally integrate the forces here. By then, a little training would suffice.
Besides, it wasn't his responsibility. At most, he would beg Athena! (With a solid reason)
"Alright then, let the feast begin. You can all relax a bit, no need to be so stiff."
Watching the Youkai imitating the movements, Aslan found it a bit unbearable. A little barbaric is fine, but why imitate the Eucharist way of eating?
Hey, that Tengu can't use a knife and fork, so just don't! He almost cut his own claw, what's that about?
Turns out being this Holy Son isn't easy.
Just as Aslan was feeling slightly troubled, a beautiful blonde woman, wearing a red-and-white yukata that was open, proactively walked to his side.
She gently poured wine for him.
"Alright, everyone can relax. After all, we are the hosts. We should use our Youkai etiquette to welcome His Holiness the Holy Son!"
"Everyone, drink up!!"
A heroic voice sounded from beside Aslan. The beautiful Nine-Tailed Fox woman Yasaka raised a wine jar, downing it in large gulps.
The undrunk part spilled onto her body. The already thin yukata became wet, turning semi-transparent, revealing infinite curvaceous beauty.
With Yasaka setting the example, the local Youkai also relaxed more. The feast gradually took on a festive atmosphere, becoming lively.
Aslan saw Yasaka proactively come to his side, acting as a serving maid pouring wine. He didn't mind, even proactively embraced Yasaka.
"By the way, what does it feel like to stroke a Nine-Tailed Fox's tail?"
Aslan asked curiously, purely for scientific research.
Yasaka was very cooperative, proactively showing her tail and ears, letting him do whatever he wanted.
When comfortably stroked by Aslan, she even couldn't help but let out a coquettish sound.
"Your Holiness, this cup is for you! Please forgive this humble one's impropriety..."
(Oh my god, Yasaka, what are you doing?)
Seeing Yasaka, the Nine-Tailed Fox who had protected her for a while, proactively surrender herself.
Forced to maintain her cat form, Kuroka was dumbfounded.
Hey, what happened after being forced into cat form by this guy?
She was only gone for a few hours, trying to proactively return to human form. Why did the world become so strange?
After being forced into cat form and forcibly petted for a while, Aslan saw Kuroka's resistance and released her.
He just forgot to release her cat form, causing Kuroka to be unable to revert despite trying everything.
She wanted to see if Yasaka had a way, but upon returning, she saw her surrendering herself here.
(Weren't you just threatened by this guy during the day, forced to join him?)
(Isn't the direction this is developing a bit wrong?)
(Damn it, damn it! Kunou-dono, what kind of big shot are you playing with? That's the Infinite Dragon God beside you, right?)
(How can you play so casually with the Infinite Dragon God?)
(Your mother has found you a stepfather, can't you see?)
Kuroka looked at the current Yasaka Shrine, utterly stunned. She suspected she had come to the wrong timeline.
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Kyoto, outskirts, an abandoned church, black feathers fell from the sky.
"Baraqiel, what about the Khaos Brigade intelligence investigation?"
Baraqiel, who had nailed himself to a cross, opened his eyes, looking at the man wearing a pristine white suit, a purple bowtie, with black and yellow hair, who looked more like a thug than the Governor of the Fallen Angels.
Azazel.
The first Fallen Angel who fell from heaven in the Bible, and the current Governor of the Fallen Angels.
"What's your current situation?"
Azazel stood in front of the church, looking at Baraqiel who had one white wing and one black wing, asking with some confusion.
"Aren't you a Fallen Angel? Why does it seem like you're about to become an Angel again?"
Baraqiel nailed to the cross, was silent for a moment and said.
"I don't know either. I only know that I am currently repenting, repenting for the mistakes I made in the past, repenting for disappointing Shuri, disappointing Akeno."
Baraqiel said this, his entire being enveloped in repentance, and another one of his wings turned back to white.
"I want to avenge Shuri, I want to raise Akeno properly, I want to return to God's side."
"Hmm?"
Azazel's expression became serious for the first time.
"Is it the Holy Son of the Khaos Brigade?"
The main members of the Khaos Brigade, besides the Hero Faction controlled by Indra, and some deviant wizards, were all traitors from the three factions: Fallen Angels, Angels, and Devils.
Of course, there were also spies placed within the Khaos Brigade.
But since this morning, those spies hadn't sent any news; even if he proactively contacted them, he couldn't get through.
The only thing certain was that the Khaos Brigade had an additional Holy Son, who had become the leader of the Khaos Brigade and gained Ophis's support.
"No, that's not a Holy Son, that is the Incarnation of God."
Baraqiel's eyes showed fanaticism. The light power in his body grew stronger and more holy.
"You haven't forgotten, have you? God is dead! Died in the Great War!"
Azazel couldn't help but shout angrily. He couldn't resist slapping Baraqiel.
Trying to make Baraqiel come to his senses a little.
*SMACK!*
The sound of a slap was heard!
Baraqiel came to his senses a little but still said somewhat dazedly.
"Could it be that God has resurrected?"
Then, the corner of Azazel's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"I think you've gone crazy from being beaten!!"
"Our God is a Goddess! Baraqiel, you couldn't possibly have forgotten this, right?"
Azazel shouted into Baraqiel's ear angrily.
The loud voice penetrated Baraqiel's head, and he finally woke up.
Finally, he found the biggest bug: Aslan was a man. Although he was indeed handsome and could be considered god-like in appearance.
But they would never forget their God's appearance. It was an intoxicatingly divine face, one they could never forget even after seeing it just once.
With this, Baraqiel finally stopped his descent towards goodness.
He released himself from the cross, and then Baraqiel fell silent.
"Then who is he?"
Hearing that, Azazel also fell silent.
Being able to make Fallen Angels repent just by his presence, and return to being Angels as before.
If this isn't God, then who is?
Besides God, he couldn't think of a second possibility.
"I don't know, but it's definitely not God."
Azazel said gloomily.
"Our difficulty now is how we should deal with this Holy Son."
Baraqiel said in a heavy voice. He had thought for a long time but found no solution.
No, he found one, but he rejected it.
But after all, making Fallen Angels spontaneously repent and return to being Angels was too terrifying for the Fallen Angels.
It was no different from killing themselves.
They themselves couldn't endure heaven's strict rules, which is why they chose to fall.
As for within the Khaos Brigade, although there were people from the Fallen Angel faction, they were either Fallen Ones from the Abyss or servants who escaped from under the Fallen Angels.
The Fallen Angel population was small. They themselves fell from heaven. Their management was quite loose. Who would join the Khaos Brigade without reason?
"Hey, how powerful do you think the Holy Son is?"
Azazel suddenly asked curiously. He had already thought of a way to deal with it.
"A despairing difference. If the other party wanted to kill me, he could do it with just a thought."
Baraqiel closed his eyes and recalled, muttering to himself.
"Unfathomable. An existence more terrifying than the world's top ten monsters. Preliminary estimate: Dragon God class."
A faint smile appeared on Azazel's face.
"How about we make him a real God? After all, the other party is already a Holy Son, and the Holy Son and God are one!"