Chapter 102

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Chapter 102: No One Has Ever Prayed for Me

He looked very scary, Lin Lin thought.

Although he was an angel, this short-haired angel, who clearly had a job more focused on cleaning up "garbage," appeared huge and dangerous.

Lin Lin had seen a statue of a Fallen Angel. Although she had never seen the actual Fallen Angel, that angel seemed longer and more peaceful.

But the creature in front of her had a kind of cold, mechanical danger.

At the same time, he also had a mechanical slowness.

Because he did not understand humans, this angel found it hard to tell which of Lin Lin’s requests were reasonable and which were not. He just wanted the important things to remain undisturbed.

Even now, even though Lin Lin continued to ask Lenidien to prepare the food he brought, the angel’s irritation at having to spread his wings was not impatience. Instead, he thought he might be fooled by fragile humans.

Lenidien’s palm was gripping Lin Lin’s chin and throat, and the warmth of his large hand was a sign of him being a messenger of light.

The butcher of Light Camp is a cold messenger who should not be seen by many people. Even though angels are not a common race, Lenidien appears even less in front of humans.

He was not naturally given a liking for humans by the God of Light like other prayer angels.

When Lenidien faced humans, he would only think, oh, this is a race favored by gods and other beings like him.

The short-haired angel’s fingers showed no scars, and even when he gripped her neck, it brought no harm; he was just "confirming".

Lin Lin allowed him to confirm this.

The angel’s fingertip pressed against the spot in Lin Lin’s throat where she had just swallowed, confirming that she had indeed swallowed as he wanted, but not everything. A part of the meat remained in her mouth, stuck there, hard to swallow.

Lenidien realized that Lin Lin was telling the truth; for him, even though it was very tender meat taken from the body of a monster, it was still hard for Lin Lin to swallow.

Are humans such difficult creatures to survive? It is hard to imagine they rank first among humanoid races. Is it because they reproduce especially quickly?

Lenidien’s gaze fell on Lin Lin, looking at her without any sense of gender, but with an objective examination.

He was sure that Lin Lin couldn’t be compared to the beasts; she seemed unable to bear four or five children at once, while a bird can lay seven or eight eggs in a nest.

Angels are very popular with animals, especially with birds that also have wings. The only knowledge Lenidien could use to compare with Lin Lin was this.

Just as Lenidien confirmed that Lin Lin was not deceiving him and planned to pull his hand back, his wrist was gently held by someone.

The human woman in front of him spoke sincerely in a quite earnest tone, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trouble you, I just need food to survive."

The wrist that Lin Lin was holding trembled slightly like a steel rod.

The angel retracted her hand.

Lin Lin couldn’t tell if the angel felt guilty, but it was clear that the huge figure in front of her had calmed down from the pressure it had just given off.

He purposefully withdrew his wings and then began to cut the meat into smaller, thinner pieces.

While Lenidien was carefully cutting the meat, Lin Lin swallowed the remaining pieces in her mouth in small bites.

Lin Lin bet that Lenidien had definitely never given the cat medicine, and that just forcing the cat’s mouth closed wouldn’t make it swallow the medicine. Many times, the owner had to throw the medicine directly down its throat to make sure it couldn’t control its swallowing or change its mind.

Lin Lin moved closer to Lenidien.

His three pairs of wings were so fluffy and took up so much space that Lin Lin reached out and touched the tips of some feathers.

Lenidien’s feathers were curly, with the ends curling up. When Lin Lin pinched them, a big puffy clump could quickly be pressed into a thin layer.

Lin Lin remembered a joke that wasn’t really suitable for Lenidien, "I am not chubby, I am just fluffy."

Then, as her palm sank into the soft, fluffy feathers and she planned to grab another handful, Lin Lin’s fingers brushed against the base of the feathers.

The wings, which had been neatly closed, trembled slightly, as if trying to chase away the tickling touch.

Lin Lin looked up and made eye contact with the angel who turned to look at him.

The angel’s light golden eyes held no emotion; they simply reflected Lin Lin’s face, confirming what she was doing.

Lin Lin grabbed one of his feathers in front of the angel again.

The angel turned his head back and continued to carefully cut the meat.

He must not be good at these delicate tasks, so he needed to focus extra hard.

The wing that Lin Lin grabbed lifted high, casually staying away from her interference.

The re-cooked meat was even more tender; Lin Lin ate some and saved the rest for Caligo.

After a new piece of meat was handed to Lin Lin, she waved her hand to signal the angel that she was full.

Lenidien looked down at her belly.

Lin Lin’s loose, thick sweater hid her shape.

The angel reached out, his large hand pressing against her upper belly, and he pushed down gently, warmth radiating from his palm.

It was still very flat there, with no signs of being raised.

The angel handed a piece of meat to Lin Lin again, signaling that she needed to keep eating.

Even though Lin Lin was busy pretending to be a weak and harmless human, when the other person insisted on feeding her, she almost rejected it, but then she forced herself to eat a few more pieces.

When Lin Lin called for a stop again, the angel paused.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" Lin Lin asked him, "and what will you do with us?"

Lenidien frowned slightly.

In her words, she tied herself to that Dark Mage, and Lenidien certainly remembered Lin Lin’s incident of being attacked by the mage.

Lenidien did not think that light-type mages and Dark Mages would be treated the same, but he did not answer her directly.

He answered her other question about how long they would stay here.

"Two days," the angel replied.

His common language sounded a bit stiff.

Knowing he could speak the common language, Lin Lin said, "My name is Lin Lin. What is your name?"

The angel looked at the weak human girl and answered, "You do not need to know my name, for I am one of the gifts to humans from the God of Light. I am not important myself."

"Then how will I recognize you among the many angels?" Lin Lin said. "When I pray to the God of Light, you might be the closest angel to me."

God knows that when Lin Lin casts light-type spells, she never mentions the name of the God of Light, let alone prays to Him.

But Lin Lin knew that saying this would make the angel like her more.

He thought that a light-type mage must truly believe in the God of Light to receive a response from the deity.

"When you pray to the God of Light," Lenidien replied seriously, "there will be other angels listening to your voice. I will not hear it; I am not an angel meant to respond to humans."

He is not an angel connected to humans.

To Lenidien’s surprise, the woman in front of him showed a brighter smile.

"So if I call your name when I pray," Lin Lin said, "you will be able to hear my voice."

"You can only hear my voice, right? After all, other people’s prayers can’t reach you."

Lenidien silently stared at Lin Lin’s face.

Then, he hesitated and said, "I don’t know; no one has ever prayed to me."

Lin Lin said, "Now someone has."

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When Caligo woke up, Lin Lin smiled at him, "Are you awake?"

Every time Caligo is near Lin Lin, he seems to sleep better. He touched her messy, long red hair and saw Lin Lin wrapping something that looked like beef jerky in a small, neat piece of white cloth.

"This is from Lenidien," Lin Lin said.

"Who is Lenidien?" Caligo asked.

"He is the angel," Lin Lin replied.

Then Lin Lin noticed Caligo’s sudden look of caution, "Why would he tell you his name? Is he trying to trick you and win your favor?"

Lin Lin: …

Lin Lin couldn’t tell Caligo that she was trying to win Lenidien’s favor. Ever since Caligo showed trust in her, she didn’t want to show him the ugly side of being an adult.

Luckily, Caligo didn’t linger on the angel’s name; he was still worried about Lin Lin.

"If that angel finds out you made a deal with the devil, he will take care of you."

Indeed, Lin Lin is also troubled by this.

From Lenidien’s actions, it is clear that he is very straightforward; anything related to darkness and danger must be destroyed.

Moreover, he won’t let Caligo off just because he is human.

Lin Lin has a bracelet on her wrist given by a witch to hide her true identity, but she is really afraid that the bracelet might break and that this disguise will eventually be seen through by a real light-type angel.

"What should we do?" Lin Lin asked Caligo naturally, as she believed he had thoughts about this situation and wouldn’t act recklessly with her.

Sure enough, after Lin Lin spoke, Caligo’s cheeks turned slightly red; he was a little taken aback by Lin Lin’s easygoing way of following his lead.

He didn’t mean to show off, but being looked at by Lin Lin with a smile made Caligo feel like an immature little boy wanting to boast.

He spoke faster, "You made a deal with the devil a year ago, didn’t you?"

Lin Lin nodded.

"Very good," Caligo handed the potion to Lin Lin, the one that Lin Lin had found while looking through his backpack, which was a different color from the others. "Drink it, and your body will return to how it was a year ago."

"How do you have this?" Lin Lin took the potion and looked closely at the clear liquid in the dim light.

"Because my body will surely get worse," Caligo said. "These past few years may be the peak of my health. I need a potion to temporarily restore my past self."

"Temporarily?" Lin Lin caught onto the key word.

"Yes," Caligo replied, "it lasts for seven days, which is usually enough."

"That’s definitely enough," Lin Lin said cheerfully as she opened the bottle and poured it into her mouth. "Let’s just give it a try."

The liquid entered her mouth, feeling a bit sticky, but the taste was much better than Lin Lin had imagined.

Lin Lin thought it would taste as bad as most of the potions Caligo made, so she quickly drank the entire bottle.

Lin Lin wiped her lips and saw Caligo’s anxious expression and his hand raised in the air.

That hand seemed to want to stop her.

Lin Lin, "…Isn’t this medicine for drinking?"

Caligo, "Yes, but I drink half a bottle at a time."

Lin Lin: …

Isn’t half a bottle enough? Is it just to save one bottle’s cost?