The Voidwalkers were puzzled by the Church's strange behavior, and the Church itself was helpless to deal with this seemingly useless angel. Both parties had mixed feelings about it. Only the Voidwalkers themselves did not seem to care at all. They had actually wasted a whole day on the bell tower, wasting precious time to descend.
The next morning, the High Priest led the young believers up the bell tower again. The angel was still there, but she was not floating in the air. Instead, she was sitting on the edge of the bell tower. She was probably tired. A pair of bare feet dangled outside the bell tower, swaying slightly. Her silver hair fluttered in the morning breeze. It made her look less arrogant and holy, but more peaceful and pleasant.
"Lady Noirciel spent the whole night in a place like this!" A young believer exclaimed. "Is the thing she's looking for really that hard to find? Didn't the scriptures say that angels look down on all living beings and can see every inch of the world? "
"Seeing doesn't mean she can find it, right?" Someone else chimed in.
"How could that be? Is there someone that even angels can't find? "Another person retorted.
Another voice chimed in, "Am I the only one who thinks that Lady Noirciel is actually daydreaming?"
This statement was immediately rebutted by the crowd. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could an angel daydream? "
"It's not impossible, isn't it? She's possessed Greda, the girl who likes to daydream while sitting on a high place. She even likes to wear short skirts, so the whole Church knows what she's wearing today … "The person continued to refute.
"That's impossible. After Noirciel possessed Greda's body, she can't possibly be affected by her consciousness! Even though Greda is a very devout and beautiful girl, a mere mortal would never be able to affect an angel! "
The High Priest coughed to stop the disrespectful argument when he saw the young people discussing such topics in front of the angel. He slowly walked towards the angel and said in a low voice, "Good morning, Lady Noirciel. May the gods …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he vaguely heard a girl's soft voice coming from the direction of the angel.
Could it be that Lady Noirciel had fallen asleep in a daze like those young men had said? Cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the Great Priest. No matter how unreliable she was, she was still a genuine angel! Angels don't need to sleep at all! In the historical records of the Church, there was no mention of angels needing to sleep. After they descended, they always floated above the Holy City, waiting for believers from all over the world to come and worship them!
The High Priest suppressed his embarrassment and moved closer. He raised his voice and said, "Good morning, Lady Noirciel!"
"Hah!" The angel's seemingly petite body suddenly trembled and let out a rather cute cry. She quickly floated up again and continued, "I … I'm not asleep …"
Perhaps it was because of the haste with which she answered, but her voice did not sound as cold as before. Instead, it sounded more like an ordinary little girl.
The High Priest stood rooted to the spot for a long time, as if he had been petrified by magic. After a long while, he summoned up his courage and carried out the Pope's order. He told Noirciel about the demon who had been blaspheming God and threatening the governance of the Church. The High Priest embellished the whole story with a lot of embellishments. He did not even mention Hope's name; instead, he referred to the demon as' Hope '. Every conflict between the two sides was magnified as much as possible. It was as if Baiyi had really turned into a heinous demon.
If a young believer had heard the High Priest's exaggerated description of the situation, he or she would have charged at Baiyi in a fit of rage. The holy and noble angel might not have been that hot-blooded, but she would have been filled with righteous indignation and would have fought the demon to the bitter end.
With that, the Church would have achieved its goal. Last night, the Pope, the Chief Judge, and the other radical leaders of the Church had engaged in a heated discussion and debate on how to use the angel. During the discussion, many blasphemous and impious ideas had surfaced, but in the end, they reluctantly came to an agreement. No matter how unreliable the angel was, she was still an angel. It was her creed and duty to destroy evil. She should fight the demon instead of sitting on the bell tower in a daze and wasting her precious time.
However, she had to be as secretive as possible. She could not go on a crusade like she did in the Holy War. Other than a few elite members of the Church, the Church did not send more people. There was no other way. Who knew if she would suddenly do something that would damage the image of the angel and the Church's reputation?
As for the tragic fate that awaited her if she ran into the demon's hands … Well, that could not be helped. After all, she had spent so much manpower and resources. Even if she had to be used as cannon fodder to test the demon's strength, it would still be useful. If she were to be sacrificed, the higher-ups would definitely send more powerful angels to avenge her, which was exactly what the Church wanted.
In short, the Church's use of the angel was so blasphemous that after the leaders of the Church finished their discussion, they all went to the confessional and prayed for God's forgiveness.
The High Priest, on the other hand, played the role of the most sinful one. He used words to induce Noirciel to go into battle. The High Priest did not want to, but when the Pope held him by the neck and threatened him, he had no other choice.
Unfortunately, despite the High Priest's eloquent speech, Noirciel did not charge into battle like a berserker would. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a confused expression on her face. "But I don't see the demon you're talking about."
"He must have known about your arrival and is afraid of your divine might. That's why he's hiding in his academy," the High Priest explained. "His academy is located in a small realm."
"Is that so? I can't leave this realm, "Noirciel said calmly. She then turned around and continued to search for the Mia that she was talking about.
The High Priest, who had been petrified once again, stood rooted to the spot. It was as if his entire body had been torn apart.
Just as the Church convened a meeting with the leaders of the Church to discuss how to solve the problem of the Angel's refusal to fight, Baiyi received a firsthand report on the Angel. It was sent to him by Umbra early in the morning. Aside from a brief description, the report was also enchanted with a spell that allowed the Voidwalkers to see Noirciel's body.
"So, this is an angel? Why doesn't she look right? " The Archmage was the first to voice his doubts. He looked at the Cleric Walker and said, "What's with that sexy collar? Is it true that the Church's characteristics are inherited from the same source? "
"No, no, no! That's not right! That's not right! " The Cleric Walker explained. "Everything about her fits the description in the book. There's no mention of the collar! But … don't you think it's better this way? For a beautiful girl as cold as an iceberg to have this mark on her neck that represented humiliation and submission, wasn't this even more sensational? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! "
"Are you so perverted that you'd lick an angel? That thing is a weapon from the heavens! It's not for you to lick! " Baiyi was once again shocked by the Cleric Walker's shamelessness. He stared at the image for a while and muttered, "I don't know why, but this guy looks so familiar. This can't be the Noirciel I met, can it? She looks different, but look at that kitty plushie on her waist. Other angels wouldn't wear something like that, would they? "
"You've never met any other angels. How dare you jump to conclusions? Maybe this is just a popular accessory in the Celestial Realm? Didn't you see how the War God chose a Kitty Cat Maid to be his Oracle? "The Alchemist Walker retorted.
"Attie was a Kitty Cat Maid when she became an Oracle!" Baiyi retorted. "She was the Queen of the Steppe back then!"
"You called, Master?" She must have heard Baiyi mention her name, for she quickly responded. Baiyi turned his head and saw her and Santa Anna playing with a Jawflower on the floor.
"None of your business …" Baiyi shook his head helplessly. "But no matter who she is, she's been spacing out the whole day since her arrival. She looks stupid. But it feels quite cute this way, and he looks quite good too … "
As soon as he said that, Nota, who was usually obedient and had dyed her hair light blue, was the first to dissuade him. "Teacher, she's an angel!!!"
The Soul Armature Practitioner, who had always been kind, quickly chimed in, "Sir Hope, she's an angel!"
"Idiot! She's an angel! "Hufflepuff, the Assassin Walker, added.
Everyone in the room turned into parrots and recorders, repeating what Baiyi had just said.
"What are you guys trying to say? Of course I know she's an angel! "Baiyi retorted, confused.
"They're just worried that you'll get carried away by the fact that she's a beautiful girl," the Archmage said, patting his student on the shoulder. "My student, she's an angel!"
'Why don't you believe me, you old geezer? I'm not the kind of person who can't see the bigger picture! Besides, I already have a lot of beautiful girls around me. I don't need to collect more, do I?
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