The "correct" mark was mere appearance. For high-level magicians, conflicts were clashes of "concepts."
The mark shimmered with an indescribable hue—a color beyond mortal perception, devoid of concrete definition.
From the mark, power surged and spread, a cool sensation radiating through Kanzaki's body.
The Power of God instinctively countered. Samuel hadn't suppressed it entirely, only dulled Kanzaki's senses to prevent its invocation.
The Power of God still resided within her.
Sensing the invasion of Samuel's mystical ritual, it erupted in response.
As mentioned, the Power of God was the Power of the Lord, and a Saint, akin to the Son of God, wouldn't tolerate foreign mysticism meddling in her body.
The Power of God awakened across her form, resisting Samuel's intrusion.
"Heh~"
Ignoring it, Samuel's ritual power barreled forward as if the Power of God were invisible, aggressively expanding.
The barriers formed by the Power of God crumbled like mirages, pierced effortlessly.
Atheism.
A power Samuel gained from Aiwass, denying divinity, negating miracles!
The Power of God? The Lord?
False gods, once denied by humanity, were nothing!
Samuel was "humanity." His Atheism easily negated "God," rendering the Power of God illusory.
Mystical threads extended from Samuel's hand, weaving through Kanzaki's nerves.
It happened so fast that Kanzaki, still wearing a confident expression, didn't react.
Snap~
With a snap of his fingers, her restraints dissolved, the light wings fading from her body.
"You're releasing me? So confident your spell will work on me?"
Kanzaki frowned, eyeing the man before her, unable to fathom the source of his assurance.
Focusing, she sensed her Power of God, detecting no intrusion.
"Before, someone gave me a set of clothes, saying I'd find a use for them. I didn't have a candidate until now—you're perfect! It's called… Fallen Angel Maid Outfit?"
"Maid… outfit? You think you've got me cornered?"
"Left out the door, first room, second shelf in the closet. Hurry up!"
At Samuel's words, the "correct" mark on her thigh glowed, threads connecting it to her body, which seemed to move on its own.
Her mind: This guy's too cocky!
Her body: Left out the door, first room, second shelf. Hurry!
"How… how is this possible?!"
A Saint, unable to control her own body? Unthinkable.
If someone had told her this before, she'd never have believed it.
But now, reality stared her down, undeniable.
A necromantic spell, enhanced with countless details, controlled her body but not her soul or mind.
And so…
"Tch, tch, tch…"
His gaze swept over her, top to bottom.
A high-tech nano-halo glowed above her head, shimmering like a true angel's.
Her long hair, tied in a ponytail with a massive bow, gave the illusion of cat ears peeking out.
Her refined, pale face flushed scarlet, her shy demeanor softening her usual sharpness, enhancing her feminine allure.
Now, the centerpiece: the Fallen Angel Maid Outfit.
A black cross-shaped tie adorned her delicate neck, striking against the white collar.
The design drew the eye to the plunging neckline, where the outfit perfectly accentuated her towering peaks, enough to shatter any man's defenses.
Her lotus-white arms were sheathed in long gloves.
Further down, her slender waist was highlighted by a black-and-white color scheme—black emphasizing slimness, white accentuating the contrast.
The skirt ended at her thighs, paired with white knee-high stockings, creating a near-perfect absolute territory.
Three pairs of decorative wings on her back added a tantalizing flair.
Her flushed face and awkward movements betrayed her embarrassment, but under Samuel's command, she wore it without resistance, forced to display herself.
"Ohhh~ Thumbs up, amazing! Worthy of a Saint! Truly a cut above the rest. These are the biggest I've seen here!"
"Are you… humiliating me? You jerk…"
Kanzaki bowed her head, face burning, barely able to meet Samuel's searing gaze.
"Humiliating? I'm admiring. Such beauty is meant to be appreciated. If no one does, isn't that a tragedy? So, how's the outfit?"
"You're right… about Index… maybe…"
Kanzaki bit her lip. Under Samuel's control, she saw clearly—guilt for her past actions and thoughts overwhelmed her.
She felt immense remorse for Index.
And rage at the Anglican Church's higher-ups for deceiving her!
"Who's asking about that? I'm talking about the outfit! Want to keep it? I'll gift it to you!"
"Jerk… no way, get lost!"
"Oh? If you hate it that much, I have to make you wear it! Come on, let's show Index your old teammate's stunning new look!"
"No… you creep, let me go… stop!"
Bang~
The door burst open. Itsuwa, wide-eyed, took in the scene.
The former Pontiff she revered stood in an… impactful outfit, one that seared itself into her retinas.
"Itsuwa…?"
"Yo, Itsuwa!"
"S-Sorry… I… didn't mean to interrupt!"
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