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

"Stop your nonsense, all I want now is to kill you!"

Sila gave up on language, and she didn't look back. Now, she probably has no such limitation as vision.

Three of her twenty-three eyes turned behind her, and three beams of murderous intent exploded within inches of each other.

Dongjiang's sword and killing intent collided silently in the vacuum, and the light erupting from the point of impact widened the crack in the dome of heaven. Through that crack, the angels below saw a distant, unknown star seemingly shattered into dust in that light.

Tsurugi held the Holy Feather Radiance across his chest, and the color on the sword that didn't belong to any spectrum began to spread outwards.

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His justice, his verdict, his trial.

The six-winged angel Sira before me is, under His judgment, the embodiment of evil! Dereliction of duty, sloth, arrogance—as Tsuruga condemns them as sins, the radiance of the Holy Feathers shines even brighter!

— Guilty, undeniably guilty!

With the conviction in his hand, the holy sword in Tsurugi's hand shone so brightly that it sent chills down Sila's spine!

"What exactly are you?" Her voice echoed through the void, filled with fear, confusion, and bewilderment.

She didn't understand where Dongjiang came from, or how she had gained such favor from Heaven!

Sila had never seen God; she only knew that the Lord created the world and then disappeared, leaving behind only the tasks for them to complete. And from the beginning of time until now, Sila had never seen the Holy Light so favor a mortal!

He was even an angel who rose from the ashes of a sinner! Heaven favored him so much that even Sira felt jealous.

“I already said that.” His voice, too, resonated through the crack into Sila’s consciousness, booming like a bell.

"I am justice!"

This deafening sound resounded throughout heaven and hell, and no one would doubt the correctness of the figure standing in the void holding the holy sword.

He is justice, he is right, there is no other possibility!

Sila fell silent; even she began to doubt whether she was right.

But... that's not important.

Sila would never surrender. He suddenly spread his wings, twelve wings extending to their maximum extent in the void. The tip of each wing pierced the deepest part of the spatial folds, as if trying to pull out the very foundation of the entire heaven as an anchor point.

Twenty-two of her twenty-three eyes closed. Only the one in the very center remained—the largest, the deepest-colored eye, like the last halo around a black hole.

There was no image reflected in those eyes.

Only light.

Pure white light converged in the void into a beam of pure, emotionless killing intent that could pierce the heavens!

There will be no second voice in Heaven, and no angel above himself can be except God's spokesperson!

This is not a desire for power, but rather—she has personally shaped and maintained the world as it is today, so how could she easily let it be overturned and corrected!

"If you are justice, then I am... love!"

The silver light of killing intent flew towards him like a spreading staircase, while Tsurugi began to speed away.

He ran on the light staircase, speeding through the light of killing intent. His body disintegrated and was destroyed, and his wings also descended the steps of killing intent, but he always held the Holy Feather Radiance tightly in his hand.

Finally, he reached Xila, his body almost torn to pieces. He raised the Holy Feather Radiance above his head, the sword tip pointing downwards and the hilt upwards, and thrust it downwards with the burning flames!

Take this blow—Supreme! Holy! Slash!

The halo above Sila's head shattered instantly, and four of her wings were severed amidst her wailing. She was also preparing to unleash her final killing intent.

And at that critical moment—

"Enough!!!"

With a gentle yet majestic voice, a golden door opened in the universe in an instant.

A figure flew out from the light.

The moment she appeared, an unparalleled golden radiance dissolved both Dongjiang and Xila, simultaneously healing all their wounds.

Tsugumi's eyes widened. This light, this power—could it be that what was about to appear was—

A bird?

Tsurugi stared at what had appeared for a long time, completely stunned. He had been mentally prepared to see an angel, but why was there a bird instead?

Okay, he's not actually a bird; judging by his appearance, he should be a 'phoenix'.

Golden wings unfurled behind her, each feather a different shade of gold: the parts closest to her body were the pale gold of dawn, transitioning to the brilliant gold of midday, the tips as warm and lustrous as molten gold at sunset, the color of countless twilights. The edges of the feathers shimmered with a faint, mother-of-pearl iridescence, flowing and shifting with each of her soft breaths.

Her body was human-shaped, but her proportions were elongated, like those saints in Renaissance paintings who didn't belong to the human world and only existed in the illusions of painters gazing at the sky. Her skin was ivory white, like a translucent color illuminated from within, and her face was that of a phoenix, resembling a bird, yet it didn't give off a comical feeling at all.

A ray of light emanated from her, drawing everyone into it.

The river has it, Sila has it, and the angels have it, which means that the source of the holy light in this world flows from her.

Or at least, she was a transit point for the light of heaven in this world.

"Child, why did you choose violence? You didn't have to fight each other."

She floated to Dongjiang's side, gently took the Holy Feather of Radiance from his hand, and whispered in a tone like a mother scolding her child for hurting themselves.

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"Who the hell are you?" Tsurugi retorted without any politeness.

Everyone calls me...the Speaker of God.

She gently flapped her wings and spoke softly.

Michael? Gabriel? It can't be Metatron, can it?

Several angel names flashed through Tsugumi's mind, but she immediately dismissed them—not that these angels wouldn't have such a form, but that they shouldn't and wouldn't appear in this world.

And most importantly—having worked with Professor Daiya, Tsugumi clearly felt that the power of this 'God's spokesperson' truly originated from the light at the beginning of creation.

This means that she is indeed, or at least is, an agent recognized by the creator of this world.

"I chose war and swords because some things cannot be expressed through words."

Tsugumi looked at this spokesperson for God and said bluntly...

“I came from the mortal realm, entered hell, and then ascended to heaven! What I saw was a disordered world! Hell was not like hell, and heaven was not fulfilling its duties. Such a world must be corrected!”

"Justice must be served, even if it means bloodshed and death!"

The spokesperson for God sighed almost imperceptibly and said softly.

"Your sense of justice is beyond reproach, but your actions are too urgent and leave no room for compromise; some conflicts are unnecessary."

“Child, you are deeply favored by justice, which means you are indeed right, but sometimes the right thing to do needs to be demonstrated in a better way.”

Tsuruga ignored the other's reasoning and didn't refute anything; in fact, he knew that refutation was pointless. He was now just waiting for Michael's answer.

"Damn it, are you blind? You're not going to do anything about this paradise?!"

"What I hate most is apologies afterward, kill them!!!"

"What on earth is this 'God's Spokesperson' thing?!"

So he simply closed his eyes and waited for his angelic body to be repaired, while mentally calling out to Michael, asking him what exactly this thing was.

The spokesperson for God turned to Sila. Those star-filled eyes met Sila's tightly closed eyelids.

“I know what you’re afraid of, Sira.” The voice of God’s spokesperson softened, like a pair of hands gently cradling a trembling bird.

“You fear that heaven will no longer be heaven. You fear that the order you have protected for billions of years will collapse overnight. You fear—you fear that you have never truly understood His will.”

Sila's wings trembled violently. She wanted to speak, to explain, to deny—but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

“But you don’t need to be afraid.” The wings of God’s spokesperson folded slightly, enveloping Sila’s body in a softer, warmer light.

"Because His will is never in your understanding—but in your actions. You have done the best you can. The rest is up to Him."

She opened her arms, her left hand facing Dongjiang and her right hand facing Xila. The two golden threads extended from her chest, one wrapped around Dongjiang's wrist and the other around Xila's brow.

Then, she opened her mouth and began to sing.

It's not a ballad. It's a poem. It's a passage recited in a language more ancient than this universe, a passage never before recorded by any human being, the first words spoken by the Creator to that empty void before the creation of light.

No one understood what she was saying.

But with her magnificent song, the shattered stars were restored to their original state in the blink of an eye, the world was restored as if it had never been destroyed, and the paradise shattered by the battle was reset.

At this moment, Tsugumi finally heard Michael's reply.

“I really want to kill this Sira, but I can’t come right now because, in a sense... this representative is ‘the Lord,’ or rather, she is the will of the power left behind by the Lord after creating the world and departing,” Michael said sullenly.

“We cannot go against the will of the Lord, so we need your help.”

Tsugumi: "Are you trying to tell me that God is a liberal girl?!"

Got it, I'll go find the people of hell and take her down!

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544. White Left...God's Spokesperson!

The 'phoenix' before Tsurugi began her song, much like the sinners in hell who were inspired by Lilith.

The poems and songs, silent yet grand, seemed to be chanting creation songs, and in the blink of an eye, they restored everything that Dongjiang and Xila had destroyed.

The world was born in song, and the world is restored in song.

At this moment, Tsurugi was 100% certain that this spokesperson for God was not just a figurehead, or like Linier, simply some angel whose brain had gone awry and who claimed to be God.

It must be at least half of Ilúvatar!

She truly possesses the power of God!

But—if you were to say she is God, Tsugumi feels that something is off!

It's not that he can't accept that God is a birdman; after all, to be honest, the image of God is actually quite diverse.

The world is full of wonders, even the appearance of God is... well... diverse.

If Lucifer in this world can be like this, then if there is a God, it's not entirely incomprehensible that he could be a female fanfic character.

After all, DC has a God who got shot by a cowboy, or a God who cosplays as a dog in a missionary TV series, or a female God in a good omen TV series who actually ships her angels and demons. There are so many more blasphemous figures than this one!

I can understand, I can understand—you idiot!