Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

“Because he’s a liar.” Peter looked at Tsurugi with a complicated expression and said softly.

“He said he was the Son of God, but the angels told me that was not the case. I can’t find him in Heaven; perhaps he went to Hell because he deceived everyone.”

"Who told you he wasn't?" Tsugumi asked with interest.

“...Sila.”

"And where are Gabriel? Michael? Uriel?"

"...There are no angels in Heaven; that's just a distorted and false scripture spread by humans!" Peter clenched his fist slightly, somewhat angrily.

"Didn't you ever doubt that this isn't true paradise?" Tsugumi uttered these words with a strange malice.

Peter froze, before he could process this fact, the sound of flapping wings filled the sky. Hundreds. Dense, orderly—the sound of an army.

Sira flew from the direction of the city of heaven, followed by hundreds of fully armed angels.

This was the first time Dongjiang had truly seen the current rulers of this paradise.

Her six wings spread behind her, each feather silvery-white with a faint blue glow at the edges, like frost on a winter morning. She was twice the height of an ordinary angel, her silver skin reflecting a cold luster in the holy light, and a double halo like a crown slowly rotated above her head.

Sera – this name often evokes the image of Sariel, but they are not the same angel.

Sariel is the angel of the moon, one of the four great angels of death along with Gabriel, Michael, and Samael. He is one of the four living creatures that surround the Lord, and his task is to protect the human soul from the defilement of sin. However, because he is the guardian of the moon, and the moon was often associated with magic in ancient times, Sariel is sometimes depicted as a fallen angel in some stories.

He was the angel who taught Moses knowledge, and legend has it that he sinned against God and fell into hell for giving the magic of the moon to the Canaanite priestesses. But in reality, he still retains his place in heaven, rather than being a fallen one of hell.

Sera, due to its pronunciation, is sometimes mistaken for Sariel, but this is not the case. Sera's origins are even less significant than Metatron's, as her source is Kabbalah mythology, an ancient version of an angel.

In her origin story, she is not only one of the angels who created the earth, but she is not even a creation of God. Instead, she appeared at the beginning of creation at the same time as God Jehovah, and is Jehovah's first friend and the oldest first angel.

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However, because of his disgust and despair with the world that Jehovah created in seven days, Shira fought a great battle with God and was defeated. In the end, he was sealed away and became the Angel of Slaughter, God's executioner, with great power and cruel methods.

Legend has it that the moment Noah completed the ark, Sera unleashed a flood that destroyed everything on earth. It is also said that he personally tore apart the fallen angel Boehme, who was in league with Satan.

In conclusion, although Sera is generally not recognized by orthodox angelic mythology, he is indeed an angel with his own mythological origins. He is considered an angel with dangerous and extreme characteristics and is regarded as the embodiment of an assassin.

Of course, Tsugumi had never met Sila, but based on the information she obtained from her dealings with the Seven Deadly Sins Demon King, it's more likely that Sila is more of an angel than an angel...

Interesting. Is this what the administrator of this paradise is? It seems Tsurugi is getting closer and closer to the truth of the world!

Sila landed next to Peter, and the ground trembled slightly the moment she touched down.

Her gaze remained fixed on Tsurugi the entire time, on his ribbon-like wings, his gleaming armor, and his blank, faceless hood.

“You are…” Xila began.

Her voice wasn't as out of line as Peter's, but it had lost its usual superior composure.

“I am Sira,” she said, “the Supreme Six-Winged Angel, President of the Council of Heaven.”

“I am Tyrael,” Tsugumi said softly.

"Archangel of Justice!"

Sila raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Dongjiang to call himself that so soon after arriving in heaven, but there were some things she had to do.

Sila reached out, and a pair of handcuffs appeared out of thin air in her palm. They were shackles made of angel steel, their surface engraved with sealing runes, specifically used to imprison angels.

“You are an angel who rose from hell; this is unprecedented.” She paused, her clear eyes seeming to try and see through the darkness beneath Tsugumi’s hood.

“You—and everyone behind you,” she added, “you have no right to roam freely in Heaven until the investigation is complete. I demand that you…surrender and cooperate with the investigation.”

The square was silent.

The new angels stopped talking, stopped crying, stopped embracing. They all looked at Sira, at the handcuffs in her hands, and at the armed angels behind her.

They remained silent, and Sila felt the weight of that silence. Her fingers tightened slightly on the handcuffs, her knuckles turning white.

How dire would the consequences be if they started fighting right here? But Sila had to do it; she had her own problems to face!

Dongjiang looked down at the handcuffs, his hood tilted slightly downwards as if he were carefully examining the shackles. Then he raised his head, and the blank, faceless "face" was aimed at Xila's eyes.

“Okay,” he said.

Then he reached out, wrists together, and voluntarily put his hand into the opening of the handcuffs.

"But I ask that you do not restrain my followers or harm them. I will go with you alone!"

“Heaven must have justice; without justice, heaven ceases to be heaven.” Tsurugi turned back and reassured his followers.

"Wait for me here. Rest assured, you will surely be able to enter Heaven!"

“Let’s go,” he said to Sila. “Take me to your council.”

Sira remained silent, turned around, folded her wings, and strode towards the City of Heaven with Tsurugi. All the exorcising angels she had brought stayed behind to guard against these new angels who had risen from Hell.

Tsurugi walked silently on the streets of paradise.

Undoubtedly, his presence attracted the attention and whispers of countless angels. They looked at this archangel, with his majestic and exquisite armor and magnificent wings of light, who seemed to be completely out of place among them.

Furthermore, that chilling holy light and aura are undoubtedly the embodiment of justice!

"Look! That angel's armor and wings look so cool!"

"This power... he must be an archangel, no, a six-winged angel!"

"If each of those light bands was a wing, then he must be a twelve-winged angel~~~~"

The whispers of envy and adoration from the angels never escaped Dongjiang's ears, and after observing everything in this paradise, his assessment was—

If the hellish part of the Pride Ring is a giant disco, then this heaven looks like a super-sized children's playground!

It's not that such childlike innocence isn't clean and pure, it's just...

This doesn't look like paradise.

Or rather, heaven shouldn't have a specific form in the first place; how could there be an absolute standard in the world of ultimate bliss?

Moreover, the fact that all the souls of mortals here have been transformed into angels is itself very strange.

Since stepping into this place, Tsurugi has felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

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If the unfathomable evil power he sensed in hell was trying to turn him into some kind of depraved and unrestrained beast—

The power in this place seems to be trying to mold him into a... My Little Pony model?

An inexplicable force seemed to be eroding his mind and reshaping his thoughts, but apart from making him feel disgusted, it could never truly change Dongjiang.

"That's why we're unwilling to be involved in relationships here."

A familiar voice echoed in Tsurugi's mind.

“Michael?” Tsurugi raised an eyebrow. He’d been in this world for so long, and the Sleepless One had finally found time to send him a text message.

“You’ve done a great job, Tsugumi. Your transformation of Hell, though brutal, has been very effective. However, the problems you face are still much deeper.”

"There's a very troublesome thing about Hell in this world, and as for Heaven... well, we can only say it's not our place to comment. You'll have to solve these problems yourself, and now, you're about to come into contact with the most crucial issue facing Heaven in this world."

Michael's voice sounded tired, or rather, awkward.

"I will contact you when you encounter the issue of Heaven."

Michael unilaterally cut off communications, and Tsurugi had already been taken by Sira to the center of the Angelic Council.

He stepped inside and stood in the center of this golden amphitheater-like courtroom. He looked up, glanced at the countless whispering angels, and finally met Adam's gaze.

Adam gave him a thumbs-up without hesitation, then mouthed a sentence to him.

—Good boy, I'll support you this time!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: The plot is basically half finished. Next, I'll write about the problem of Heaven, and then go to Hell (the evil boss) to cause trouble (to be honest, the evil boss has almost no plot to speak of, and the Nan Tong flavor is too strong... let's just leave out the plot of Billies and Stolas) to trigger the final battle between Heaven and Hell.

I'm currently reading chapter 540 on the book club forum. As always, it's a speechless paradise, so captivating that I can't tear myself away.

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541. The Debate of the Angelic Council

"Tyrael! The ancient laws of Heaven forbid us from interfering in other worlds! And you have severely violated this law!!!"

The supreme six-winged angel Sira stood atop the highest point of the Angelic Council, in the circular judgment hall, and unleashed an angry accusation upon the newly ascended angel 'Tyrael' below.

"My only mistake, Sila, was upholding justice! And you, you only know how to ignore all these mistakes and sufferings, and hide behind your throne!"

Undeterred, Tsurugi pointed at the supreme ruler of Heaven and retorted sharply.

"Shut up!!!"

Sira's angry refusal revealed her true angelic nature!

Shedding its human form, it was a bird-like being with twenty-three crystal-like eyes, its twelve overlapping wings spread wide, radiating boundless majesty and holy light.

"You will pay the price for your overstepping your bounds!!!"

"Wow, is this the start of a war?" Adam flew off his throne and stood beside Tsurugi without hesitation. He conjured a Holy Sound Battle Axe, raised it, and grinned menacingly at his old superior.

"Then let me tell you, I'll definitely stand on my good son's side!"

"Hey, Dad, you....."

"Shut up, Abel!" Adam glared fiercely at his good-for-nothing son and sneered.

"Now is the best time to set things right!"

The atmosphere was tense and ready to explode at any moment, but why did it turn out this way?

When Tsuruga stepped into the Angel Council, the many true angels present discussed the matter animatedly.

They are angels born at the beginning of creation, not the sublimation of human souls. Therefore, their appearance is as abstract as cherubim and the four living creatures, and they have almost no biological or human characteristics.

Even so, they still acted too humanly, to the point that Tsurugi felt this place was no different from the U.S. Congress.

The first thing Tsuruga heard upon entering this place was the incessant chatter of these angels.

"Sila, what exactly are you planning to do! This has never happened before!"

"A sinner from hell has become an angel—such a thing has never happened before!"