After placing Jiren on a nearby planet, Aishi turned to leave…
anwhile—inside the folds of space-ti.
This dinsional rift stretched for a million ters. Through Aishi's remodeling and decoration, it had beco a vast modern courtyard.
After seeing Beerus and Champa's residences, Aishi had decided to build a ho of his own.
And whenever he had spare ti, he had worked on its construction.
Now, this million-ter mansion was fully complete.
Within one of its courtyards, two won stood in confrontation!
They shared many similarities.
Their skin was the sa tone. Their hair was the sa color. Both held a staff in hand.
The only difference—height.
Towa's pretty face was cold, eyes locked firmly on the other woman.
"How did you get in here?"
Marcarita was equally shocked.
This dinsional rift had another woman?
And one so beautiful?
But at a glance, she could tell—this was from the Demon Realm!
Marcarita's eyes chilled.
"I should be the one asking you that."
Towa said nothing, studying her opponent carefully, then smirked in realization.
"Oh… I get it. You must be Angel Marcarita."
Marcarita's eyes narrowed. "Who are you really?"
Towa ignored the question and asked faintly:
"Were you also sent here by that so-called Destroyer God, Aishi?"
Aishi?
Marcarita's heart jolted. She froze.
So… this woman was also trapped here by him?
Marcarita cursed inwardly.
But instead of answering, she asked the key question:
"Do you know how to get out?"
She had discovered that in this strange space, she couldn't leave at all—it was sealed off entirely.
Towa shrugged. "If I knew, I would've left already."
Marcarita bit her lip, face darkening.
So long already… Vermoud was surely gone by now.
Why was Aishi so strong?
Was there so secret?
While Marcarita sank into frustration, Aishi appeared, carrying a tray of tea.
He placed it down calmly.
Marcarita lifted her head, eyes drowsy. "…Are you asking to sleep?"
Towa curled her lip. "He's giving you water, be grateful."
Without hesitation, she placed two cups on the table—one for herself, one for her counterpart.
Marcarita frowned, but didn't speak.
Then Towa raised her staff again, divine force rippling out.
"Open!" she cried, aiming at the rift itself.
But… nothing happened.
Not even a flicker.
Marcarita stiffened. Why didn't it work?
Beside her, Towa laughed coldly, though she feigned irritation.
"Don't waste your energy. The whole place is sealed. We can't leave."
"Can't leave…"
Marcarita's tone grew heavy. "So you're just giving up?"
Towa's voice was indifferent. "Depends on the situation."
Marcarita fell silent, then shook her head. "Forget it. Let's wait for Aishi."
She sat down at the table.
Her gaze flicked to Towa. "How long have you been here?"
Towa smiled faintly. "Thirty-nine days."
Thirty-nine days.
Marcarita was silent. That long, and Aishi hadn't co in?
Her eyes narrowed sharply. "You didn't poison , did you?"
Towa: "…"
Expressionless, she replied, "Don't you angels know how to count?"
But a few minutes later—
Marcarita's face was flushed, her aura chaotic, eyes clouded with hazy desire.
She shook her head slightly, dazed. "Y-You… poisoned ."
Poison!
Towa smiled. "We're on opposite sides. Did you really think I'd get along with you?"
"Damn…"
Marcarita's face twisted, her will faltering.
Towa chuckled softly. "Without the Grand Priest's protection, you angels aren't so different from ordinary mortals…"
But before she could finish—her own breath caught, face flushing.
Marcarita was staring at her, confusion and sha in her eyes.
The scene devolved into chaos.
When it finally ended, Marcarita staggered, then snapped in fury, hurling Towa against a wall.
"Ah…"
Towa coughed painfully, glaring. "What the hell was that for?!"
Marcarita mocked coldly. "You tell , you filthy woman!!"
"Filthy—?!"
Towa laughed angrily. "Look who's talking! You're no better!"
mories surged in both their minds—faces reddened.
Marcarita roared, "Die!!"
She flung a blast of Angel Power straight at Towa.
But before it struck, a figure appeared between them—Aishi.
With a casual gesture, he dispersed the attack.
His gaze swept across the two won. "Enough. Talk it out."
The two glared at each other, but with Aishi here, neither dared escalate further.
Marcarita hissed, "Aishi, I'll tell the Grand Priest everything!!"
Aishi only said lightly, "Go ahead."
Seeing his nonchalance, Marcarita grew even angrier.
"You bastard!!"
Her staff rose, warping the space itself.
But Aishi stepped forward, pinning her with a palm.
"Tell —was it Towa who poisoned you? Or , who cured you?"
Marcarita stared at him for a long mont… until finally, a tear slid down her cheek.
Towa turned away, silent.
At last, she muttered, "Now will you let leave?"
Aishi shook his head. "No."
Towa's anger flared. "Why not?! I've already given you everything. What more do you want?!"
Aishi's eyes hardened. "Don't forget what you're hiding in that staff."
At his words, Towa's face paled. She gritted her teeth. "I sealed it away!"
Aishi shook his head. "Not enough. You'll stay here quietly."
She froze. Her last hope—gone.
Marcarita, now composed and dressed, stepped forward. "Let go, Aishi. The Eleventh Universe needs to maintain it."
Aishi replied coldly. "Vermoud is dead. Even if you return, you'll fall into slumber."
Marcarita fell silent.
Indeed. Without her God of Destruction, she too had no purpose.
"Are you not afraid the Grand Priest will bla you?!" she pressed.
Aishi smirked. "Why? I'll just tell him you stayed here willingly."
"Willingly?!"
Her face flushed red with sha.
She stared at him helplessly. "Do you think he'll believe you—or ?"
Aishi shrugged. "Doesn't matter. What's done is done. What can he do?"
What's done… is done.
Marcarita's face burned red.
Finally, she sighed in defeat. "Then I'll stop resisting. Just let leave!"
She couldn't endure it here another mont—especially not with that other woman present.
Aishi's eyes narrowed. "I already told you. You stay."
Marcarita's teeth clenched. After a pause, her palm slowly opened…
A warm, radiant aura flowed out, gentle and pure.
—The Source of an Angel.
It sank directly into Aishi's body.
Marcarita's voice was faint.
"Now… is that enough?"
Aishi's eyes widened slightly.
The Source of an Angel.
This ant Marcarita had bound herself to him completely.
Her figure flickered—then vanished from the rift.
(End of Chapter)
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