The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The hermits knelt on the ground, looking at the angel with reverence, but the angel did not look down at them once, and walked towards the candy coin collection point with a very clear goal.

The hermit standing at the door immediately made way.

With a wave of his hand, the angel sent a golden ray of light to the doorknob, opening the door for him.

Once inside the room, he stood at the table where Moran was, glanced at the chair, and without sitting down, took out a stack of {Gem Coin Cards} and threw them on the table: "Exchange all of these for Candy Coins."

While quietly setting up the mental illusion, Moran answered him, "Each person can only exchange for a maximum of 30 candy coins per day."

"I am not human." The angel looked down at Moran.

"Angels are the same."

In the illusion, Moran picked out a Gem Coin Card worth 30 Gem Coins from his Gem Coin Cards, and then counted out thirty Candy Coins one by one from the box containing Candy Coins.

In reality, the angel stood there blankly, his eyes glazed over. Moran tiptoed and poked his brow with his finger, his mental energy surging into the angel's mind and rapidly copying his memories.

After the copying was complete, the illusion began to merge with reality. Moran pushed the candy coins in front of him: "That's all. If you're not full, come back tomorrow!"

The angel's gaze grew colder: "I don't have time to come here every day to buy candy, or I can use these cards to buy potions with the same magical effects as the candy in your shop."

“No, that won’t work either.” Moran continued to shake his head, completely mimicking the hermit’s “everything is for your own good” attitude: “Eating too much sugar is bad for your health.”

These words were originally just an excuse to appease customers from a human perspective, but to the angels they were the truth.

Candy can make angels happy, but it will slow down their growth.

A hint of conflict appeared on the angel's indifferent face.

Reason told him he should eat less sugar, but emotion told him he needed it.

He's no longer a newborn angel; he can't eat too much sugar and it will hinder his advancement.

But he was close to advancing in rank, and he had never tasted such a delicious magical candy that could also make him more beautiful. After advancing, he would no longer be able to taste the sweetness of happiness.

For someone with such a long life, indulging in a final period before advancing further wouldn't be a big deal.

Moreover, his wings... do indeed need this sugar.

It was precisely because emotion triumphed over reason that he stepped out of the gates of heaven today.

But this shop is so extravagant that it uses such precious spatial magic items to protect the candy, and even after his fairy messenger was lost, it still won't allow him to buy more candy.

Give up? No! The more unattainable something is, the more he wants it!
Fortunately, those outside were fanatical believers who had completely surrendered their faith to the angels.

The angel, no longer hesitant, produced a {space card} before him, pulled out a scepter, and unleashed his full angelic power, releasing an oppressive aura: "Are you sure you don't want to sell?"

She's just a high-ranking witch; as long as she's not killed, the witch won't bother coming after her for such a trivial matter.

Moran was completely unaffected. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her left leg over her right, and looked up to ask, "Are you sure you still want to 'buy'?"

Angel:"……"

So casual, his rank is definitely higher than his.

Why pretend to be a high-class witch for no reason!

His expression was rather unpleasant. He picked up the candy coins from the table, turned around, and left. The wind blew as he walked, causing the door to slam shut with a "bang."

The hermits who had been peeking through the glass window quickly lowered their heads. In the ensuing silence, the angel walked to a candy machine and inserted all the candy coins.

"Welcome to the Radiant Cotton Candy Machine! Please insert coins to purchase!"

"30 candy coins have been paid. Please collect your candy."

The candy machine announced loudly.

The hermits quietly looked up at the angel's wings tucked behind his back.

Some white powder fell off, revealing tiny, glaring pink spots among the snow-white feathers.

"So even angels have the problem of hair loss!" A bald hermit who had already bought candy thought to himself, and boldly extended his hand: "Sir, this is for you."

Of the thirty fluffy, shiny cotton candies he bought today, the remaining twenty-nine are here, except for the one he ate.

"No need." The angel squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, strode out of the candy house, and flew into the gates of heaven in one breath before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Otaros, what were you doing down there? Come on! Let's duel on the Holy War Arena. This time, your place is definitely mine!"

Ortalos felt a headache coming on at the sound and turned to leave without hesitation, but was stopped. He looked at the other's wings, which were only covered in tiny downy feathers:

"Koltamar, you don't have a single feather left to wager in this duel. We'll talk about fighting when you've grown all your feathers. And are you really prepared to participate in the Lightforged Ceremony in this state?"

“By the time my feathers have fully grown, this Lightforging Ceremony will probably be over!” Koltamar said. “Instead of waiting for my feathers to grow, I’d rather win other people’s feathers to adorn my wings. Your feathers look quite nice, snow-white and soft… Hmm? How come you’re bald too?”

“Fidun lost a few times in the Challenger Series…” Ortaros whispered.

"Saifei Dunn? You're so confident in your abilities!" Kortamar exclaimed. "Since you dare to challenge Saifei Dunn, what are you afraid of fighting me for?"

"Who's afraid to fight you! Your wings are too ugly, I'm afraid they'll hurt my eyes!" Ortaros really didn't want to fight the featherless guy, so he tossed him a piece of candy: "Here, take this, go find someone else!"

Kertama caught it in confusion: "What is this?"

While he was unwrapping the packaging, Ortalos had already slipped away.

"Candy? Ortaros sneaked down to the mortal realm to buy candy? He's almost advanced in rank, and he's still eating candy?"

Koltamar strongly disapproved, looking at the candy in her hand as if it were the fruit of sin: "You can't just throw away the filth of the lower realm!"

He looked around and, seeing no other angels, quickly threw the candy into his mouth.

"Tsk! This is the taste of happiness I haven't had in a long time! No wonder it's a magical candy imbued with the power of light! I want another one... No, I can't, I need to work hard to accumulate power and prepare for my advancement!"

With a serious expression, Koltamar flew toward the Holy War Arena. He had to fight a battle to curb his desire to fall into depravity.

"Ouch, my wings are so itchy! It's so ugly and I'm not used to not having feathers. I really can't eat this candy anymore, the more I eat, the more I lose battles... Hmm? Something feels off." Kortamar turned her head and exclaimed, "Oh my god! My wings! So beautiful~"

"Otaros! Otaros! I have feathers! I challenge you!"

...(End of chapter)