It might also be due to the influence of Mikhail, if it weren’t for him, the Michael Angel probably wouldn’t be so agreeable.
"There is one more thing, a ssage I just received. Your Helair Angel has been appointed as the new Divine Envoy by Lord Heavenly Lock, and she very likely has a mission related to the Ideal Country. I don’t know the specifics yet. But what can be confird is that Lord Heavenly Lock blas Helair for previous matters, and that mission is not a good one; it’s full of hardships. Huh, but maybe for soone like her, no matter how tough the conditions, she can find joy in suffering... Alright, get ready, Gabriel will bring back that book soon. I’ve prepared to make a move, so watch for the right mont..."
He slowly got to his feet, as several weapons and armor flew over from the pile of Holy Objects beside him, waiting for Michael to choose. Simultaneously, he looked at Fisher with a warning expression,
"Once you miss the timing, you might die instantly, and I won’t be responsible."
"I understand."
Fisher’s expression also beca sowhat serious, after all, Gabriel is a mother who has lost her child, who knows what madness she might resort to.
If things really get complicated, even if you manage to take the Book Knight away, you must hurry and leave the Holy Land to return to the present. But before that, he still wants to see Helair one more ti.
No matter how many tis he reminds her, it is never enough. He hopes Helair can be careful and cautious, change her terrible personality, so she can survive the coming war...
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
At that very mont, in the firmant above, within the desolate and utterly silent Taiyu, a streak of flowing light wrapped in countless illusory eyes was rapidly weaving between several planets.
The flowing light carried an unmatched power, and Michael gestured for Fisher to go out, while he concealed the Holy Objects lined up behind him, also preparing to follow him outside. It seed that Michael’s plan was to imdiately make a move to seize if negotiations failed.
"Fisher!!"
As that flowing light drew nearer, until it was close enough to the ether surrounding the entire Holy Land, a voice all too familiar to Fisher suddenly echoed from above.
Fisher’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly ran out of Michael’s Forging Room, looked at the sky, and shouted,
"Emhardt!"
"Boom!"
The next mont, the swirling light suddenly descended, although there was no particularly noticeable impact, the light that entwined the falling person gradually dissipated, transforming once again into countless illusory eyes behind that figure.
The eyes twisted continuously, like a kaleidoscope, all looking at Fisher in the distance. And in front of those illusory eyes stood the Angel Leader with light brown long hair, Gabriel.
But unlike when Fisher t her before, full of emptiness and daze, now her eyes sparkled with a hint of rainbow-like luster, as if it were the pure light of wisdom of this world. However, the light remained dim, flickering like a candle in the wind.
She tightly held... no, she was binding two things—one was Emhardt, who looked at him with an extrely sorrowful and distressed expression, and the other was the crystal ford from the body of her long-deceased child.
"Fisher! Waaah!"
Emhardt’s words didn’t co out, having transford entirely into indistinct wailing, while Gabriel’s arms remained motionless as if they were like Iron Walls, separating Fisher and Emhardt like a vast chasm.
Michael on the side had an unsurprised expression, even glancing at Fisher with the corner of his eye, and Fisher’s brow furrowed slightly.
At this mont, Gabriel finally slowly turned her head to look at Michael, and slowly, clearly asked,
"Michael... why are you... calling ?"
"...I must say, this is the first ti since your child left you, that you have called my na, Gabriel..."
Michael smiled slightly, then turned to look at Fisher behind him,
"As for the specifics of what it is, I’ll let this transference... no, let Fisher explain to you."
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