298: Chapter 153: How can I, an angel, sleep in a cold bed?
Call out the Holy Maiden for a séance.
298: Chapter 153: How can I, an angel, sleep in a cold bed?
Call out the Holy Maiden for a séance.
“Master!”
Mona rose excitedly, sensing the surging holy power within her, so thrilled that her eyes moistened.
Aside from the initial pain of her mind splitting, the process of signing the contract was extrely joyful.
The warm feeling of floating high in the clouds, lying on a cloud bed, was like being in heaven, and she just couldn’t stop.
The wings on her back were starkly different from those condensed by Holy Light, not made of energy, nor entirely physical.
It was a strange sensation, and she couldn’t find the right words to describe it.
All she knew was that it didn’t hurt at all, as if it were her own limbs, ready to be commanded with ease whenever she summoned them.
Gunther looked at the stigmata on Mona’s hand with a smile at the corner of his eye and turned to Wayne, “Lord Angel, don’t you have sothing to say?”
Wayne: (ﾟДﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ)
He looked at the stigmata on Mona’s hand and then at the floating Golden Rule Bible.
What to say, and how to say it, this problem was too difficult!
Wayne widened his eyes, standing still as he pondered life.
Was there a possibility that he was truly an angel reincarnated?
Then he imdiately thought, absolutely not possible.
He was a transmigrator; his soul didn’t belong to this world.
How could he possibly be an angel?
Gunther had made it clear before: stigmata are carved into the soul of an angel and cannot be erased even through reincarnation.
He had entered Heaven without any sign of stigmata, proving he indeed was not an angel.
So the problem was, why did Mona get them as soon as the contract was signed?
“Hmph, don’t be too happy too early, I can still make excuses!”
Wayne raised his hand, “First of all, I don’t have stigmata.
If I don’t have them, I don’t—period.
If you don’t believe it, go next door.
Mona, you co and probe .
Open your eyes and look carefully, inside and out.”
Mona nodded eagerly like a pecking hen, eager to see.
What the hell are you looking at!
You’re a mber of the clergy, with wings nonetheless.
Can you not be a bit more reserved?
Wayne rolled his eyes, skipping the body probe and continued, “Secondly, Mona’s stigmata appeared after the contract was signed.
She didn’t sign a contract with , but with the Golden Rule inside .”
“So what?” x2
Gunther and Mona spoke at the sa ti, feeling weary.
Even at this crucial mont, he still wouldn’t admit it.
Angel personalities are really troubleso.
Artley looked around, realizing he was left out, and followed up, “So what?”
“Therefore, in conclusion, Mona’s stigmata have nothing to do with ; they were bestowed upon her by the Golden Rule within ,” Wayne declared confidently.
Exactly, that’s right.
Ninety percent of the Golden Rule within him ca from Lord Pride’s Reincarnation Altar, and ten percent from the Bible; the ten percent was negligible, with the ninety percent playing the dominant role.
The case was solved.
Mona’s stigmata ca from Lord Pride!
“Lord Angel…”
Gunther sighed, speaking somberly, “Even legendary clergy can only use the Golden Rule with an angel’s permission and cannot possess it for long.
Could you tell how you managed to do that?”
“Of course it’s…”
Wayne’s words trailed off—it certainly was because of Lord Pride.
He couldn’t say that, so he could only look eagerly at Mona, “Co on, tell the Archbishop, what did you just see?”
“My master has the Golden Rule within him!”
“…”
Wayne scratched his head in frustration.
He knew the answer but couldn’t say it to clear his na, which was very uncomfortable.
After a long pause, he blurted out a self-deprecating line, “I touched Mona’s buttocks, out of desire, touched because I wanted to.
What kind of lowly angel does that?
It’s unreasonable, right?”
“At that ti, you were saving .
It was inconvenient to reveal your identity while undercover, and you had no choice.
I understand,” Mona said with a slight smile, not minding it at all.
To prevent the Devil, to save Lundan, an angel did not hesitate to kneel and call the Devil “master.”
If an angel could sacrifice to that extent, what was a re touch on her buttocks?
Furthermore, the angel didn’t actually want to touch, the touch wasn’t the goal, letting the Devil let down his guard was the purpose.
Gunther also looked at Wayne with a smile, “How about we give you so ti to co up with a better explanation?”
After all, he was an angel, quirky in character, lousy in temperant; better not to anger him and cause an outburst.
It was better kept as an internal thought.
“I’m in such a difficult position.”
Wayne sighed repeatedly, insisting on resisting to the end, “I’m not, I’m really not.
Although all the evidence suggests I am, I know I’ve been wronged.
This is the Devil’s conspiracy.
If I admit it, you’ll definitely make take responsibility later.”
“Please be assured, no one will make you take responsibility,” Gunther followed up.
“Whatever, I’ve said my piece for today: I’m not an angel, Mona’s stigmata have nothing to do with .
If sothing goes wrong later, it’s all on you,” Wayne stated his disclair.
Just in case, he had Gunther draft a written statent.
Written in the Archbishop’s capacity, it stated that if another angel was discovered later, it was all Gunther’s mistake, and any loss to the Holy See had nothing to do with Wayne.
Gunther signed the disclair at the speed of light, as if delaying even a mont would an he couldn’t shake off the bla.
Wayne watched with the corner of his eye twitching as he had said all the nice things and yet the other party insisted on offering the church’s cathedral warehouse, so he wouldn’t bla himself for being unseemly in his indulgence.
Where’s the Holy Maiden, co and share the bed!
“Do we have a Holy Maiden in the Holy See?
I’m sleepy, I won’t leave tonight, call the Holy Maiden to channel,” Wayne said disgruntledly to Gunther.
“You know what channeling is, right?
I’m the spirit.
The process of infusing Holy Light into the Maiden is called channeling.”
Similar instances could be cited with Ah Bo and his girlfriend Tiffy, though that was a Death Church version of channeling, lacking Holy Light.
The forr was a Death Archer, the latter an Undead Knight.
Having explained so clearly, Wayne believed that Gunther should understand.
Now that he understood, bring the Holy Maiden over!
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