"But precautions must be taken. There’s one thing I’m particularly concerned about..."
Uriel glared fiercely at Hexuno: "Our Archangel Hexuno exposed the vulnerability of the Heaven Seal while repelling the Lord of Envy. To protect her mortal lover, she freely entered and exited Hell right before the Lord of Envy."
"Did such a thing really happen?" x2
"You two aren’t aware. This is a privilege only the Archangels possess, strategically setting the stage for Hell’s next resurgence."
Uriel lanted: "Envy is no fool. He’ll figure it out sooner or later, and once he does, the Seven Demon Lords will all know. And Lundan happens to have Heavenly Blood that fits the conditions."
"What do you an by that?" Kiraal pressed further.
"I ca to Lundan not to compete with Hexuno, but to guard Michael’s bloodline in the Mortal World!"
Uriel raised his tone, firmly seated atop the moral high ground, speaking with righteous solemnity: "Angel Blood can temporarily weaken the seal Heaven imposes on Hell. The higher the celestial rank, the more significant the weakening, allowing Hell Gate to montarily open, enabling Archangels to bypass the seal and freely enter Hell."
"The Windsor Family is very dangerous. We can’t kill the descendants of Michael’s bloodline; we can only keep them under close watch."
"Your reasoning is rather weak—standard nonsense! x2"
"The Queen, Prince, and Princess—though they might awaken their bloodlines—aren’t real Archangels. Just make sure you and Hexuno don’t get drained of blood. x2"
Hexuno didn’t participate in the discussion. She summoned the courage to clarify Wayne, the Saint Heir’s identity, but was cut off by Uriel, leaving her unable to continue.
The Saint Heir is Heaven’s future, the successor personally chosen by the Heavenly Father. Whoever finds the Saint Heir will be Heaven’s great benefactor and the Saint Heir’s trusted confidant.
The arrival of the two Archangels was for this reason; neither wanted the other to claim the Saint Heir.
As for whether anyone harbored plans to use the Saint Heir to manipulate the Archangels, Hexuno felt that she herself didn’t harbor such thoughts—but she suspected Michael might, and it had to be guarded against.
Of course, if Hexuno could gain the Saint Heir’s favor and continue as the most cherished Seraph, it would naturally be ideal.
Hexuno felt gravely ill—not just in body, but her thoughts were equally filthy, disregarding the catastrophic crisis for her own selfish desires.
She was impure; she needed the Saint Heir’s redemption. Ideally, the Saint Heir would teach her overnight, telling her what to do, and whether to let everyone know that the Saint Heir was already among them.
That person who played cards all day long and constantly mocked the Seven Virtues was the Saint Heir.
...
The eting concluded, and Uriel and the others stayed behind in Buckingham Palace.
Hexuno and Heya still accompanied Wayne, riding in a black sedan under the night sky, heading toward the estate of the Great Priest of Moonlight.
Hexuno drove, glancing into the rearview mirror at Wayne, who was resting and revitalizing, and Heya, who was calculating her path to power, her thoughts tangled and complicated.
"Boss, if you knew about the Saint Heir, would you tell them?"
"Of course."
Wayne opened his eyes and reminded her: "But first, I’d make absolutely sure that person truly is the Saint Heir. It’s critical not to jump to conclusions and misidentify them."
"I understand, I will..."
"You’d better think it through before saying anything."
"I..."
"We’ll talk tomorrow. Tonight, Heya will stand guard. You co inside with ; I’ll introduce Mina to you."
"..." x2
Damn it, are Seraphs just ant to stand guard and watch doors? When will Seraphs finally rise up!
He’s got a point—shouldn’t we confirm for sure if that guy truly is the Saint Heir?
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Hell.
In a place shrouded by black clouds, seven figures sat in a row. Envy slamd the table, his voice hoarse with rage, while five Demon Lords laughed heartily.
The Sloth King didn’t laugh; he was too lazy to laugh.
"Damn Pride, you’re stirring things up again!"
"You all have to believe —the seal has issues! At that ti, I captured Hexuno, brought her down into Hell through the Hell Gate, and yet she bypassed the seal and suddenly escaped!"
"Heaven ddled with the seal; we are currently in grave danger—the Angelic Army could invade us at any mont."
"Stop laughing, you bunch of bastards—believe already!"
"Hehehehehehe—"
"Envy, stop making excuses. You didn’t actually capture Hexuno because the real Hexuno hasn’t lost her purity. You can’t prove your vain lies, which is why you couldn’t catch her."
"Damn it, Pride, you’re too arrogant!"
"What else is new? Should we believe your nonsense and suspect angels can freely enter Hell? You once had an angel in your possession, successfully making them fall, so why couldn’t you manage this ti? The fact that you can’t explain it proves you’re lying!"
"I get it—you aren’t the Lord of Envy; you’re the Lord of Lies!"
"Bastard! I’m challenging you to a duel!!!"
Boom!
Crack! Rattle! Clang!
That day, Envy was mocked by Pride for lying, assaulted in a duel, and maintained his position as Hell’s number-one joke on the humor leaderboard.
The Devils cheerfully declared the Lord of Lies as Hell’s Overseer of Entertainnt, the Lord of Jesters—whatever the title, everyone owed their laughter to him.
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