Chapter 109

Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW

Chapter 109: No Need to Attack Him Like This

Even though angels are supposed to be indifferent by nature, Twanasha sometimes thought that if the creatures below didn’t work, it might be better to do nothing like him.

At least he didn’t have to escape to the demon realm and clean up after those creatures.

Your Majesty the Demon King did not say who caused the mark to disappear, but Twanasha already understood well who could make everyone in Demon King Castle so anxious.

After all, he had been standing in the second-floor hallway, and although he had mostly closed his awareness, sometimes he would notice the people coming and going.

Not to mention, Lin Lin is very special.

She is a human.

She is a light-type mage.

No matter what her traits are, she should not be in the Demon King Castle, but she seems to be fitting in quite well.

Angels cannot hear human thoughts in the demon realm; Twanasha does not know what Lin Lin is thinking, but she looks busy and that is quite pleasing.

Twanasha labeled Lin Lin as a "decorative pet" and occasionally looks at what she is doing when she passes by.

The only downside is that he eventually revealed his true form in front of Lin Lin, disrupting Twanasha’s previously calm life.

That vampire… Twanasha took her anger out on him, feeling that he looked just as brainless as the Battle Angels, who only know how to fight and whose minds are filled only with muscle.

While that angel was hunting monsters and frightened the followers and children into tears, Twanasha had to give them sweet dreams, soothing their fears, so they would not be scared of the messengers of light.

Thinking carefully, the angel’s job involves listening to millions of messages every day, and also doing many extra tasks that shouldn’t be necessary. His colleagues are not aware of how much trouble they cause, and the God of Light is too lazy to deal with these small details.

Twanasha suddenly remembered why he was growing more and more tired of going to work.

Of course, right now the most important thing is not work, but the dark figure of Your Majesty the Demon King before him.

Although he has strayed from the guidance of the God of Light, Twanasha is still a vessel of light, and the approach of dark forces is painful for him.

"I’m sorry," Twanasha honestly replied, "I don’t know why the mark disappeared."

The Fallen Angel’s honesty clearly did not move the Demon King, and sometimes being honest is not a good thing.

Twanasha stared at Your Majesty the Demon King, "You who made a contract with her should know better; she originally belonged to the light."

"In other words," the angel viewed the world with compassion, which is an unshakeable trait of Twanasha, "you know you cannot completely trap her."

After activating Lin Lin’s light-type talent, Twanasha had a stronger feeling that the signs of her being favored by the light were too strong.

Twanasha was even a bit worried, as every move of the gods could greatly affect humans.

The only good thing is that the God of Light cannot directly affect the world below, which is why there are messengers of the God of Light like them.

Black lightning grazed Twanasha’s face, leaving a mark on the angel’s flawless features, with thick golden blood slowly flowing down.

It seemed that he had said something that displeased the master of hell.

Twanasha had no intention of fighting here; even on the ground, angels were not at the level to face the Demon King alone, let alone in the demon realm.

He spoke a bit too bluntly, but Twanasha did not think there was anything wrong with what he said.

With a flap of his gray wings, he avoided the Demon King’s second attack.

Lightning brushed against his feathers, causing two or three gray feathers to fall.

Just as Twanasha was about to vanish, a few words flickered in his mind unexpectedly.

The Fallen Angel paused his movements, looked at the Demon King, and with clear eyes asked, "What?"

The Demon King, with messy black hair, tilted his head, and the black lightning at his fingertips flickered out.

"Not you?" Twanasha reached up to touch above his head, showing his angelic halo, and he adjusted the ring to correct the received message.

Twanasha indeed heard a broken, intermittent voice coming from his angelic kin.

Angels do not often communicate with one another, and Twanasha almost forgot this way of speaking.

[Female human young… favored by the light, being dealt with.]

Twanasha heard fragments of sentences like this, possibly related to his time in the demon realm, where the signal was poor.

But even just this was enough for him to make a judgment.

Honesty is the virtue of angels.

"Maybe I know where she is," Twanasha said.

The black lightning coming toward the angel’s face disappeared into the air.

To make it more effective, Twanasha said the name.

"Lin Lin."

The twisted black lines around the Demon King slowly faded away, turning into black mist and then disappearing.

After the rain, the sky became clear.

–

Twanasha had not been back to her resting place for a while.

Unlike the angels used for battle, the angels for prayer needed a quiet, fixed space to keep them in the best mental state.

Twanasha feels that his current state of mind is not very good.

He wonders if the simple-minded battle angel will take them directly to the Church of the God of Light, and Twanasha needs to hurry to meet that fellow being.

To prevent angels from favoring one human over another, they cannot directly search for someone’s whereabouts.

If Lin Lin leaves that angel, it will be difficult to find her again.

Yes, the worst situation Twanasha thought of is that Lin Lin has already left that angel.

The worst situation has happened.

Even though Twanasha came to his familiar wooden house, he is very sure that no other humans are present here.

Only one angel remains.

Twanasha pushed open the door and saw his feathered colleague, who had not folded his wings. He seemed a bit restless from waiting, with his wings slightly raised and the tips pointing up.

Lenidien.

Angels do not need to introduce themselves; when they meet, they naturally know each other’s names and jobs.

The tall warrior angel looked at Twanasha’s gray wings.

When two angels with the virtue of honesty meet, their conversations are often quite direct.

Lenidien asked, "Have you fallen?"

Twanasha replied, "Yes."

Lenidien, "Then I won’t look for you."

The two angels had a very brief and clear conversation.

Twanasha asked, "What about that very talented human?"

Lenidien replied, "She went to have dinner with the Knight Commander."

Twanasha was very patient, "Did they tell you that?"

Lenidien shook his head, "She told me to look for food. When I came back, she was gone. She must have gone to eat."

On the wooden table, there were some bright red fruits of different sizes, which seemed to be the food Lenidien gathered. The angel didn’t actually know which fruits humans could eat, so he picked some berries.

Twanasha stared at the fruit, her gaze lingering for two seconds.

Then, the Fallen Angel raised her eyes and looked at her kind, who had a similar face.

Angels are indeed rare, and they share duties in different areas, so their meetings are also very uncommon.

Compared to the angels who listen to prayers, the battle angels do not understand human nature and find it hard to make true judgments.

Twanasha felt a subtle sympathy.

He clearly knew that he did not need to tell Lenidien the truth, but he did it anyway.

"You don’t have to wait anymore; they won’t come back."

The battle angel looked up, her already messy feathers becoming even more ruffled.

He seemed not to believe Twanasha’s words, but at the same time, Lenidien knew that angels do not lie, even if they are Fallen Angels.

At that moment, a former colleague who had betrayed the God of Light kindly told him, "You can go back to your previous work now."

Lenidien did not move.

White wings swept across the table, and ripe fruits fell to the ground, spilling sweet juice.

Just as he did not understand human food, he also did not understand human thoughts.

Lenidien still did not move.

Twanasha asked him, "What are you hesitating about?"

–

"It is so wonderful to have hot food," Lin Lin said gratefully, holding her bowl.

"Cooking is for those who can give feedback," David sighed while sitting across from Lin Lin.

Since David said that, there must be a negative example in front of us.

Lin Lin and David’s gazes stopped on Caligo.

Caligo, who was sipping the soup with a small spoon in a blank expression, paused and looked at them, "Why are you looking at me?"

Lin Lin smiled slightly.

Lin Lin moved the small bowl of soup aside and shifted the vegetable rice closer. Caligo took a spoonful of the vegetable rice and swallowed it without any expression.

Lin Lin served him another bowl of plain rice. Caligo scooped the rice with a spoon and swallowed it without showing any expression.

Lin Lin, "…He really has no change in his expression at all."

David, "…This guy is just suited for dry food. He has no taste."

Lin Lin, "There’s no need to attack him like that."

After all, it seems that the illness dulls the senses of pain, including taste, and Lin Lin felt that she needed to be somewhat tolerant of the patient.

David asked her, "Wasn’t the vegetable rice your cooking?"

Lin Lin suddenly remembered this point.

Lin Lin immediately changed her tone, "Such tasteless food."

After finishing the meat soup, Lin Lin patted her round belly, feeling very satisfied.

The only thing that felt strange to her was, "Why is it so cold in the hall?"

Without the help of magic, she and Caligo wore thick cloaks.

In the Misty Forest, even where cold winds blew, thick cloaks could bring a moment of warmth, but now in the closed hall, there was no wind. After just having dinner, wearing the cloak still made them feel cold, which was quite strange.

"It is a little cold," David said, "but I think I can bear it."

David asked another knight and received a similar answer.

They, who often traveled from hot volcanoes to icy caves, were not sensitive to such small temperature changes.

"It might be the village’s location," David said, "sometimes the terrain can affect the temperature."

After all, it was a mature response from an experienced traveler. Lin Lin felt trust in David and guilt for being like a flower in a greenhouse.

This guilt vanished completely in the late night hours.

Lin Lin was hiding under the blanket, shaking from the cold. She was like a delicate flower needing warmth!

Lin Lin and Caligo lived in the same room.

In the darkness, Lin Lin hugged a bundle. After a moment, she poked her head out from the blanket and called, "Caligo?"

Sure enough, the boy who didn’t need to sleep turned his body, and in the dark, he looked at her, "Lin."

Yet Caligo still looked calm. Lin Lin remembered he should be more afraid of the cold than she was.

When Caligo was in his little cabin, the fireplace always burned fiercely, making it hot enough for people to sweat even in a shirt.

"Caligo, aren’t you cold?" Lin Lin asked.

Caligo replied, "I’m freezing to death."

Lin Lin firmly believed Caligo was not being metaphorical; he did not have that ability. He was speaking truthfully.

Lin Lin quickly got out of bed, wrapped herself in a cloak, and went to Caligo’s bedside, reaching her hand under his blanket.

It was icy cold, colder than her own blanket. When Lin Lin lifted a corner of the blanket, the boy in the knight’s shirt shivered.

Lin Lin quietly brought her blanket from her bed and added another layer on top of him.

Lin Lin was ready to go outside to take a look; she felt that the weather didn’t seem right.

Just as she turned her head, she saw Caligo, wrapped tightly in his blanket, open a small gap and motion for her to come in.

Lin Lin thought for a moment and felt that Caligo, relying only on his own warmth, might not be able to warm up.

Lin Lin took off her cloak and slipped under the blanket.

The moment she got under the blanket, Lin Lin suddenly realized that she had become shorter.

The Caligo now was no longer the small boy who was the same height as her; Lin Lin sat there, resting perfectly against Caligo’s shoulder.

Even though both of them were very cold, compared to Caligo, Lin Lin’s body temperature felt like a warm fireplace.

Lin Lin thought Caligo might really freeze to death, because even when he was leaning against her, he was still shivering.

The boy hesitated for a moment.

He lowered his head slightly, then inched closer to Lin Lin, finally burying his face in the nook of her neck, seeking a little of her warmth.

It was really cold, and Lin Lin shivered as well; she reached out to touch Caligo’s messy red hair.

His hair was warm to the touch, and Caligo rubbed his head against Lin Lin’s palm, his soft red hair brushing against her fingers.

Indeed, holding each other closely was warmer, but Lin Lin was still troubled by the sudden drop in temperature.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the window; Lin Lin looked over and saw a scaly, ice-blue tail sweep past the window.

Accompanied by the swirling snowflakes outside.