Buckingham Palace, private reception room.
Uriel sat behind the desk like a master. In front of him was a map of Lundan, and he was sketching and marking areas, intending to divide the search zones, splitting the entire city into seven parts.
Each of the seven Reincarnated Angels would be responsible for one zone, improving efficiency.
However, he hesitated over allocation, pondering whether the Saint Heir originated from Ro or from the dockyards. If he currently existed among the lower stratum of society, simply a dockworker, and Uriel assigned the remote, desolate areas to Hexuno, wouldn’t that be akin to delivering the Saint Heir straight into Hexuno’s hands?
Absolutely not!
Perhaps it was from being around Michael for too long, or perhaps it was the affliction of Pride, but Uriel often envisioned himself in the role of a ruler.
Like Buckingham Palace, the most distinguished and exalted place in all of Lundan—he hadn’t planned on leaving since he arrived and regarded it as his personal palace, believing only a royal palace was fitting for his stay.
On the sofa in front of the desk, to his left, were Kiraal and Vikul, who had returned with news, while Hexuno sat to his right.
Heya, Auga, and Fred, though seraphs, had no seats. In the presence of the Seven Virtues, they appeared as re lackeys.
Auga and Fred found nothing unusual about the little secretary appearing here. All along, Archangel Hexuno had treated the little secretary as his mouthpiece; both were used to this arrangent.
"Hexuno, you’ve been in Lundan for so long—do you really have no leads at all?"
Uriel raised an eyebrow: "Let ask you again—are you lying to ?"
"No."
Hexuno shook his head emotionlessly. In the past, his silence stemd from personal ambition; now, it was due to a direct order from the Saint Heir.
Heya let out a breath of relief upon hearing this; mission accomplished. Once back, they would check what the mission’s rewards were.
"I can’t help but feel you’re hiding sothing..."
Uriel was suspicious and paranoid, projecting his own logic onto others. If he had found the Saint Heir, he wouldn’t announce it either. He suspected Hexuno had already succeeded.
After pondering for a while, he decided not to expose this on the spot but planned to investigate secretly—to see whom Hexuno had been associating with recently.
Uriel had never suspected Wayne, nor had Kiraal, Vikul, or even the Lord Pride ever drawn any connection to Wayne.
Oh, Pride had considered it—and dismissed it with a look of disdain.
In the Lord Pride’s opinion, Hexuno was becoming more unclean by the day because of his Hell Seal and Mona’s infatuation with Wayne.
Hexuno, unable to resist Mona, had been bound to Wayne by her, while Wayne...
A brazen lustful rogue, upon discovering he was near Heaven’s Archangel, not only coveted the purity of the title but, instead of retreating, stood his ground and provoked further.
The other Seven Virtues hadn’t suspected either, for an even simpler reason: anyone with functioning eyes wouldn’t associate Wayne with the Saint Heir.
Based on his own affliction, Hexuno abandoned purity and insisted on staying close to Wayne—becoming the most degenerate of the Seven Virtues.
Ordinary people, when ill, see doctors. When angels fall ill, they must quickly find the Saint Heir.
Vikul was desperately anxious: "Archangel Uriel, if your eting lacks critical topics, please excuse —I’m in a hurry to locate the Saint Heir and don’t wish to waste ti here with you."
What are you so eager for? Do you want to beco an archangel?
Uriel sneered internally. Lar was Heaven’s number one traitor, having leaked intelligence on the Saint Heir to the Lord Pride, committing sins too grave to pardon. There was no way Lar could continue as an Archangel in the future.
The Saint Heir might forgive Lar, but Uriel would not!
rit and fault, rewards and punishnts, must be distinct. Uriel would fight for this to the death, pleading with the Saint Heir to punish the gravest offender severely.
Even if that person were an Archangel who had once bled for Heaven and contributed to its glory, they must still pay for their actions.
Wrong is wrong. Guilt is guilt. There would be no leniency.
In short, Lar was dood!
With Lar’s fall, Vikul and Kiraal would lose their footing. To avoid being bullied by the other Archangels, their only option would be to strive for the position of Archangel themselves. Searching for the Saint Heir was their best shot at climbing the ranks.
Uriel sneered coldly. He wouldn’t hand over this opportunity to Vikul or Kiraal, let alone Hexuno.
As for himself, hadn’t Uriel ever longed to beco Heaven’s Vice-Regent, to indulge in Michael’s privileges?
Certain things just shouldn’t be spoken aloud—words that disrupt unity, or ambitions voiced while the current leader is still in place.
Uriel was aware of this. Seeing Vikul’s growing impatience, he frowned and said: "You’re supposed to be the Virtue of Patience—so why are you always angry? Calm down and stop making mistakes."
I’m desperate!
If this drags on any longer, my child will be born soon.
Vikul’s frantic search for the Saint Heir contained a trace of private desire amidst his righteous cause.
He didn’t want his dark secrets exposed; if possible, he hoped to bring the Saint Heir back to the Papal State before Titus’s pregnancy beca too obvious to conceal.
Ti was running out for Vikul. He was afraid that if things dragged on, by the ti he returned to the Papal State, that shaless Pope would have already taken a full family portrait in secret.
When it ca to a despicable scoundrel like the Pope, Vikul wished to see him as little as possible.
"Archangel Uriel, my urgency is out of concern for the Saint Heir’s safety. Please don’t put on airs—if you have anything to say, say it now," Vikul said coolly.
This guy’s descent is almost catching up to Hexuno!
Uriel silently judged, adopting a leader’s tone: "First off, the Saint Heir is in Lundan. This is unequivocal—there’s no issue with my statent, right?"
The angels nodded silently, reluctant to admit they trusted Pride and had faith in the Demon King, but the facts were clear.
Pride possessed accurate intelligence, knowing far more than they did. The Demon King wouldn’t bother with anything unprofitable, and his years of silent lurking in Lundan had only one plausible purpose—the Saint Heir.
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