Nais' face darkened. Clearly, his "past self" had undergone an abnormal mutation.
This wasn't just being eccentric anymore—this was outright insanity.
Nais had always been one body with two souls.
He was a womb-transmigrator. When he crossed over, his original soul hid itself, and a new soul developed.
His True Spirit lurked within that soul.
Due to the Petitioning Angel's modifications, that soul beca solidified into an energy body.
So when he fell into demonhood, Nais could only enter the Abyss with his True Spirit, leaving this newborn soul and body behind in the astral plane.
The astral plane is a transitional interface detached from the material plane and other planes.
It's an open space largely devoid of solid matter.
Most planar travel must pass through it, and so summoning spell communications also need to traverse that realm.
The astral plane is basically unaffected by ti, so although Anin had been floating there for three years, because the place was too vast and tiless, Anin hadn't died from it.
"What happened to you in the astral plane?" Nais couldn't help but ask Anin.
That Anin still possessed thought patterns was sothing Nais had anticipated, but he never expected himself to be this... "unhinged."
"So many things!" Anin imdiately perked up with interest, about to start from when so astral wind blew him far away.
"Stop. What I want to know is, what made your soul so... active?" Nais cut off Anin's rambling and went straight to the key question.
"I never knew you could be so boring before?!" Anin said with genuine regret.
"Bro, you know, after you left, my soul felt like it lost so kind of pillar and began to... expand in the astral environnt."
"It was during this expansion that so past mories beca my crucial support, and then I beca like this."
"Though it might be madness, since then, I've genuinely felt much more... spirited."
"The na Anin is too conspicuous. From now on, your codena will be A—Angel A." After so thought, Nais decided he couldn't argue with his ntally ill self.
Fortunately, because he possessed a Divine Spark, the other's solidified "divine servant" commandnt still worked. Plus, they were originally one person, so his True Spirit could still resonate with it. Combined with the Self-Agreent, his commands would be obeyed.
The na Anin itself belonged to nobility, and since he had been hailed as a so-called genius holy knight, many people knew it.
Continuing to use this na would only bring significant trouble.
"Got it, role-playing right? I'm Angela, and this little girl is the baby, right?" Angel A's behavior made Op, the village guard, and others begin to feel their sacred image of Petitioning Angels shatter.
Thankfully, although they roughly understood that Nais and he were the sa person, they were now separate entities, so this disillusionnt didn't extend to Nais.
"I wanted to ask you—what's her situation?" Nais then saw Angel A innocently spread his hands. Angel A truly didn't know why a little girl had co to cling to him right after he woke up.
"Perhaps the Floating Whale holds many secrets we're unaware of." Now Nais beca interested too.
In the early stages of Whale Transformation Disease, it could still be counteracted through various thods, but by the late stages, there were basically no cases of recovery.
And once the whale transformation completed, even Gold Seed-level priests wouldn't want to deal with it—they'd just kill them outright.
"So why... did she regain her sanity?" Nais couldn't help but look at Lia with interest.
"That look of yours—in TV dramas, you'd be the creepy pervert type, you know?" Angel A's atmosphere-breaking comnt made Nais shoot him a glance.
Angel A imdiately made a zipping motion across his mouth and gave an OK sign. Though he had no eyes, he could still "see" many things.
But then Nais examined both their bodies and learned the general situation.
Angel A's body was severely damaged, having lost much of his Petitioning Angel's nurical value.
His controlled nurical value had dropped from one thousand to ninety-nine.
Various traits had consequently developed problems—in terms of combat power, he could only be considered a relatively strong Steel Seed.
As for Lia, although she had regained so rationality, she still struggled to fully express her feelings.
Beyond recognizing her father, she just wanted to cling to Angel A.
So far, she had only spoken three words—"Daddy," "Lia," and "Hug."
For now, they couldn't get anything out of Lia.
They didn't even know when she had recovered from her Whale Man state.
Another key point was that Lia had now reached the Steel Seed level, with a nurical value of 11—in other words, she had actually completed the whale transformation.
But for so reason, instead of turning into a whale, she had returned to human form.
There might be other changes too, but they couldn't be tested imdiately.
Even so, their previous plans needed so adjustnt.
As long as she didn't cause disturbances and given her attachnt to Angel A, she had temporarily beco controllable.
Seeing that his daughter had recovery potential, the village guard seed more trustworthy now.
As thoughts continuously shifted in his mind, Nais then had Op and others take Jacques away first.
The entire village only needed Nais himself remaining.
As people gradually left, Nais began taking charge.
He gathered the surviving villagers and started maintaining order until Isabella woke up.
When Isabella woke with a splitting headache, she remained dazed for a long ti before rembering what had happened.
She had considered various possibilities but never expected Nais to actually win.
"The urgent task is seeking support. Most villagers have physical injuries—without tily treatnt, they probably won't survive long."
After Nais finished speaking, Isabella disregarded her own condition and forcefully connected to the grid, reporting the situation here.
Faced with this situation, the church responded with remarkable speed.
Traveling from here to Wavetail Town took three days, and reaching Breathspring City was even farther.
Yet that very afternoon, they t personnel from the church headquarters in Breathspring City.
A Gold Seed holy knight.
His slightly whitening blond hair fluttered, and his sowhat weathered stubble gave him a special sense of reassurance.
He was accompanied by nurous priests, including various Steel Seeds.
After their arrival, they imdiately took control of the situation. Before nightfall, Nais—suppressing unexpected emotions—sat in a temporarily arranged small wooden hut, waiting for that Gold Seed holy knight to co for questioning.
"He actually appeared here. How interesting."
Indeed, Nais knew that Gold Seed holy knight.
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