Emhardt's screams did not interrupt Michael's exploration of the mysteries of consciousness. His fingers sank little by little into the golden ocean under the book cover, trying to go deeper.

"Buzz buzz"

But at this moment, Michael suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and a feeling of extreme danger suddenly surged into his heart, causing the six wings on his hot back to sway slightly, like a candle in the wind.

stop

All the heavy bookshelves around shook violently, and the entire cosmic vortex began to emit a trembling cry. The rotating solar ring below stopped little by little and made a harsh "click" sound along the ether, solidifying the flowing artificial medium around it.

Michael suddenly retracted the fingers that were buried in Emhardt's book cover. Emhardt, who was unconscious from the pain, rolled several times in mid-air and landed on the ground. He twitched a few times and barely managed to hold on.

He stood up, opened his mouth, and raised his head, only to see that the terrifying angel floating in the center of the library had quietly stood in front of him.

She was still holding the crystal in her arms, but at this time her eyes were no longer on the crystal, but looking at Michael in front of her expressionlessly.

Michael's pupils shrank, and he looked at Gabriel in surprise as he landed on the ground again and started walking. After a moment or two of silence, he took the initiative to speak,

"Gabriel?"

""

But Gabriel didn't say anything. She just stared at Michael blankly, like a pitiful patient who was harmless to humans and animals, until the terrifying pressure around her shrank back into her body little by little, and her back turned into a deep red with a streak of

The large number of illusory eyes with angry looks have returned to the aimless wandering state of the past.

She floated up little by little, looked blankly at the crystal in her arms, and whispered,

"Be good and don't be afraid"

Michael looked at Gabriel who had floated back to the center of the whirlpool again, pondered for a few seconds, looked at his fingers that still felt cold, then waved his hand and threw the book he was reading next to him back on the bookshelf.

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And Emhardt, who was in excruciating pain before lying on the ground, regained his strength little by little. He turned his head and scolded Michael with a sullen face,

"Your mother! You liar! How dare you call yourself a saint! Bah! You liar! A shameless person!"

Emhard silently retreated little by little toward Gabriel, cursing, and looking warily at Michael in front of him, worried that he would do something to him again.

Michael snorted and didn't bother to answer him. His technique was precise. Although he didn't know why he felt pain, he didn't damage the structure of this guy's body.

He was not angry, but looked at Gabriel. He seemed not to have expected that Gabriel would come down from there. After all, it was Sariel who teleported her there before for him to go to the high platform for a meeting.

She stayed here motionless, holding the crystal and talking to herself, but she didn't expect that today

Michael shook his head, shook his white robe, looked at Emhard on the ground and said,

"Your Fisher is very good, you don't have to worry anymore"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was almost at the door, but when he was about to go out, he suddenly turned back, looked at Gabriel and asked,

"Gabriel, I want to seize the Elf's World Tree Teardrop without telling Sariel. This conscious book has an angel's pattern inside. That Fisher is not a simple transfer person. He is hidden in the World Tree Teardrop.

The secret behind it is not that simple. You were once the wisest angel among us. I hope to know your opinion."

As in the past, Michael asked Gabriel a question, but just like in the past, she still failed to give him an answer. She just curled up in mid-air, holding the baby in her arms blankly.

Crystal, murmured,

"Be good"

"Farewell, Gabriel."

Michael, who was not waiting for an answer, stopped staying. He nodded to Gabriel, who had no clear consciousness, then closed the door of the Wisdom Vortex and quickly disappeared into the sixth day.

"Damn! What a despicable angel. I unilaterally declare that guy is no longer the angel I respect!!"

The cursing Emhard was about to fly up like a spitting fire. As soon as Michael left, his words became much louder, as if he was scolding him in front of Michael.

But after all, this is not true. After cursing several times, the breathless Emhard shook his head and murmured,

"Can't the saints make me? But I was obviously made by the saints, but I really can't remember which saint made me. But Fisher can't possibly know how I was made.

What should I do if I was created? Damn it, how long will I be imprisoned here? Fisher, please come and save me."

When he thought that it would be difficult for Fisher to save him, Emhart felt a little depressed. He subconsciously came to Gabriel with a book in his mouth and prepared to read to relieve his sadness.

Although Lie had terrifying strength, he actually had no clear consciousness at all, and his reading location became very random.

The only thing you have to do is stay away from her when sleeping. After all, even the great Sir Book of Relics can't fall asleep listening to that empty murmur. The rest of the time, he usually runs around, but he doesn't read many books. He keeps reading.

He started to be in a daze, always thinking about when Fisher would come to pick him up.

He put a book on the ground with a sigh, opened the pages and started reading. Before he read a few lines, he suddenly thought of something. He turned back and looked at Gabriel floating in the air behind him, looking at her because of the loss of her son.

But looking pitifully in pain, he still spoke,

"Thank you just now, Lord Saint. I didn't expect you to be willing to help me despite being so sad. Thank you."

Gabriel in the sky looked at him with the crystal in his arms, and looked at him quietly. Just when Emhart felt that she was about to say something, Gabriel suddenly turned his head.

"Don't be afraid, baby, we don't look at ugly things. Don't be afraid."

"Your mother!!"

Emhardt, who had completely broken through the defense, was injured for the second time. He jumped up in anger and shouted.

He couldn't stay here for a second. He felt that Fisher must be just like him now, and he must be worried about him, and he must persevere!

"Does this suit look good?"

At this time, Fisher, who Emhart was thinking about deeply, was holding his chin and watching the smiling Hrel place a set of clothes in front of him and asked like a gesture.

"Didn't I come here to find clothes? Why are you asking me?"

"Isn't it because you don't wear our standard white robe? Otherwise, you wouldn't like the clothes here that only angels who love beauty like to wear, right? I will have to go to other heavens to get the clothes you want later, but you

You know, there are very few angels in the sanctuary, and they work very slowly, and I am no exception, especially when I see beautiful clothes."

""

Fisher was speechless and glanced at the clothes next to him. Among them, there were two kinds of clothes for the fifth day. One was a neutral, loose white robe, but because there was no inner pocket designed for storage, it was so expensive.

Scheer wanted to change into other clothes. The other one was an elegant feminine skirt with one-piece pleats. It was very beautiful, but it didn't suit her very well.

"Aren't there few of you angels who are sure of their gender? These are the things that female-biased angels like to wear?"

"Yes, Lord Michael also likes to wear it when he is not forging."

"Wait, he is an angel who prefers women?"

"He also likes to wear what you like, especially during war. Most of the time, Michael-sama gives me the impression that he is the type who has a tiger in his heart and smells the roses. He is in charge of war and casting.

It’s hard to understand from your human perspective that you like to play with toys like that even though you just existed?”

"Indeed, a little."

"That Mr. Fisher."

Just when Heller put down the clothes in his hands, Asuka Karasawa, who had changed into an elegant white short robe, walked out of another room. This seemed to be the first time she wore such clothes, usually in the temple.

I either wear a monk's robe when I'm at school, or a school uniform when I'm at school, and rarely go out, so even if I wear this kind of clothing now, I subconsciously feel restrained and embarrassed.

I always feel like there is air leakage everywhere. It’s terrible.

When Fisher heard this, he looked over and saw Tang Ze's little face was red. In fact, the short robe covered most of her body, but the exposed lotus arms also turned pink because of her shyness, which was really cute.

.

For some reason, Fisher suddenly thought of Jasmine.

"This piece of clothing seems a little too loose, why don't you change it?"

"Okay, little cutie, it doesn't matter if you change into a few more. Maybe both Fisher and I will be able to enjoy it~"

"Hey hey hey?!"

Fisher held his chin and looked at Asuka Karasawa who ran away shyly and Heller who was covering his mouth and grinning evilly. He didn't speak for a moment, not only because Heller was right but he was also thinking about other things.

However, he probably also misses Emhart, who has been away for a long time, right?

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