Unlimited Ambition

Kamijou: "..."

"So, get ready for a whole bunch of mage killers, Kamijou-kun," I said, then happily headed for the beach. I also cast a True Sight spell on myself. That way, I wouldn't have to endure those R-rated scenes.

Kamijou was still in a dazed state. His ears were ringing; besides the phrase "a large number of magician killers," there was also the threat, "Keep an eye on your father, don't let him touch a hair on Index's head. Otherwise... oh ho ho ho ho ho."

Among the mischievous friends that Kamijou interacts with, one happens to be a genuine siscon (sister complex). Therefore, Kamijou has had the privilege of witnessing the power of a siscon's rampage firsthand, and it left a deep impression on him. Thus, he absolutely does not believe that my statement "otherwise" was just empty talk.

Kamijou was quite worried about his father, especially since he knew a certain part of the truth, which even I didn't know.

His father is still the original.

It hasn't changed at all, from head to toe.

In other words, he, Touya Kamijou's father, is very likely the one who cast the "Angel's Fall" spell.

Although this speculation is utterly absurd—his father was indeed just an ordinary office worker with neither magic nor superpowers—it seems that his suspicion is extremely high, and if taken to court, he would most likely be convicted.

"Absolutely, absolutely we can't let that madman Wright find out about this. Otherwise, he'll definitely kill Dad without saying a word," Kamijou thought.

(To clarify, because Index was kidnapped by the delinquent protagonist, Kamijou didn't experience the "Dragon King's Sigh," nor did he become disheartened because of it.)

So, Kamijou started using his limited brain cells to think of a strategy: "It's daytime now, and there are too many people talking, so it's not suitable to be alone with him. I can wait until it gets dark and then drag Dad out of bed. I'll ask him about it. If it really was him, I'll make a huge scene and make sure he interrupts this incredibly stupid spell."

"As long as we can get through the daytime, I hope the magician killer Wright mentioned will come later."

Kamijou made up his mind. As I requested, he entangled himself between his parents, strictly demanding that his father not sexually harass Index in any way, lest he be killed by his enraged sister-complex father.

The day passed quickly. The boys and girls, tired from playing on the beach, returned to the hotel and gathered around a round table under the parasols by the entrance, chatting and sipping cold drinks. I, however, dragged Kamijou aside. The two of us continued discussing how to deal with the "Fallen Angel."

"Is it really only by killing the caster that this spell can be stopped?" Kamijou asked, his heart pounding and his face stiff, but he tried to appear nonchalant.

“Of course, there’s another way. That is to destroy the ritual site of the spell.” I said casually, “But that would be very difficult. After all, to create a large-scale spell like Angel Fall, you need to choose a safe and secure place. Maybe the defenses there are as strong as those in the Garden of Eden.”

Thus, Kamijou was once again plunged into distress.

"Tch, brat, trying to mess with me...does he really think I don't know?" I rolled my eyes, preparing to scare him again. Suddenly, I noticed a blonde girl not far away, dressed in what appeared to be a straitjacket, over a red nun's habit, and carrying some menacing props like a hammer and saw, slowly walking towards me...

Chapter Thirty-One: Old Lovers in the Sky

If I'm not mistaken, this strangely dressed girl, who also has her eyes covered, is likely a member of the Russian secret religious unit "The Annihilation of the White Book." And she's the kind of combatant responsible for frontal operations.

I can't help but rant here. What's wrong with the world lately? Did the UN suddenly pass legislation legalizing child labor? It's like this in Academy City, and now it's happening in Russian adult education. It's truly unbelievable.

But upon further reflection, I don't seem to have enough grounds to judge them. After all, my current body is only fourteen years old.

But fourteen is great! Fourteen is the perfect age to save the world. Look at Kamijou next to me, he's almost an adult. He's practically obsolete, about to be phased out. A savior at that age? Dream on!

The boy sitting next to me was acting strangely. Why was he looking at me with such disdain all of a sudden? I didn't do anything to you.

At that moment, the girl walked up to me and asked in a flat, monotone voice, "Question one, are you Wright Baldwin?"

The girl's voice wasn't very loud. The girls laughing and joking nearby naturally didn't hear her clearly. The boy sitting next to me, Kamijou, was startled. He then pointed at me, stammering, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

"Indeed, I am alone."

Since the person had already recognized me, I no longer intended to hide my identity. I simply admitted it.

The young man over there felt like he was about to faint. To him, an ordinary citizen, my status as the Crown Prince of the Holy Land was far superior to that of the President of the United States. After all, the President of the United States only serves an eight-year term, while I, as King, could serve for a lifetime.

"Question two: Did you cast the spell for the angel's fall?" the loli continued, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Solution 1: The large-scale search technique 'Eye of God' revealed that the caster is nearby; Solution 2: In this vicinity, only the Holy Land Prince, known as 'Earthly God,' Wright Baldwin, possesses this ability. Therefore—"

The loli suddenly pulled out a serrated short sword: "Solution one: destroy it and dispel the spell—" Then, she swung the serrated short sword down fiercely.

The situation changed so quickly that Kamijou didn't even have time to think. He watched as the serrated short sword came down, only managing to shout "Ah!"

But how could an attack of this magnitude possibly harm me? Besides, if she really wanted to kill me, she wouldn't have used such a playful attack.

To be honest, I recognized this guy the moment I saw him. I never expected that this kid, who usually seems so reserved, would be dressed like this when we met again.

The serrated longsword slashed down, but I, sitting in place, swayed and vanished—just an afterimage. The child immediately tried to turn around, but I, already behind her, burst into laughter: "What's wrong with you?! What kind of ridiculous outfit are you wearing?! Have you switched careers to become a prostitute? Are you old enough, hahahahahaha..."

As I said this, I reached out and pulled down her hood, vigorously ruffling her hair. From the parted golden hair, a pair of beautiful blue eyes were revealed.

"You, you bastard! Let me go!" The blonde girl's face flushed red instantly. She raised her hands above her head, trying to pry my hands off.

"Well... Kamijou, I'll leave the explanation to you. I'm going to find a secluded spot to catch up with this old friend." As I said this, I put my other arm around the little girl and walked away into the bushes on the other side.

After that, I snapped my fingers, and an illusion spell instantly formed. The girls who had turned around, drawn by Touma's scream, could no longer see me and the loli.

"What are you yelling for, Kamijou?! Where's Light?" Mikoto, seeing that I had just been next to Kamijou and suddenly disappeared, became anxious and quickly walked over to ask. At the same time, the other girls followed.

As the young Kamijou watched the all-female army pass by, he broke out in a cold sweat. He thought to himself: "Damn Wright! He concealed his identity and dumped such a difficult task on me. What am I going to do?"

Could it really be that "he took a blonde, seemingly prostitute-looking little girl to that bush over there"? — No, no, absolutely not. If that happened, Wright would probably be killed. But before that, I'd be the one to die first.

Just as Kamijou was sweating profusely, trying to come up with a plausible reason, Haru suddenly noticed an interesting pair of people: "Hey you guys, look over there, aren't those two the philandering male celebrity and his rumored girlfriend who's been all over the news lately?"

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and indeed it was a certain scumbag celebrity who had recently become very popular, along with his rumored girlfriend whom he had seduced and then abandoned.

"Didn't they say they broke up? Is the news wrong?" Chu Chun, in her muscular form, joined the discussion. It seems girls really love gossip.

Of everyone present, only Kamijou was drenched in sweat, as if he had seen something disgusting—it was clearly his two best friends, Tsuchimikado Motoharu and the blue-haired girl with earrings. The blue-haired girl with earrings was clinging affectionately to Tsuchimikado Motoharu's arm, the two chatting intimately like lovers…

"Damn it, what are these two bastards doing here?! And what are they doing, making such disgusting gestures, trying to make me throw up my dinner again?!" Kamijou roared inwardly. He then rushed over, wanting to answer them.

However, Tsuchimikado Motoharu didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he put on a nervous expression and said to the boy, "Young man, please don't tell anyone that we're here. You want my autograph, right? Please get me some paper and pen... Don't you have any? Then let me sign your clothes."

After that, Tsuchimikado, from who knows where, pulled out a strange pen and signed a huge signature on Kamijou's newly bought shirt with his incredibly ugly handwriting.

"Damn it, I almost forgot, those two were probably also affected by the Angel's Fall spell." Kamijou suddenly realized. He then looked at his new shirt with immense heartache, now completely ruined.

If it were really a celebrity's signature, that would be one thing. But that handwriting is clearly that of that brat Tsuchimikado. This shirt is ruined.

—Wait! The font is still Tsuchimikado's?! Kamijou seemed to have grasped something key, and when he looked at his mischievous friend again, he noticed his usual smile when he successfully pulled a prank.

"You bastard!" Kamijou muttered under his breath.

"Well, there are other unrelated people around. To outsiders, we're just a rumored couple. We had no choice," Tsuchimikado said in that strange Kansai dialect.

“Yeah, Shang, at worst you can just ask Tsuchimikado to give you a piece of clothing.” The blue-haired girl with earrings chimed in from the other side.

"What are you doing here?!" Kamijou asked.

"It's because of work, I had no choice," Tsuchimikado replied. The blue-haired girl with the earring nodded with a sense of sympathy.

"Work?!" Kamijou's mind was a little confused.

"Look at my memory, I almost forgot that you don't know our true identities, O-Shang." Tsuchimikado chuckled, feigning ignorance.

"Aren't you a student?" Kamijou asked.

"We are indeed high school students, judging from our age, but in addition to that, we also do some part-time jobs..." Tsuchimikado replied.

“I’m different from him, I’m very professional,” the blue-haired man with the earring said. “Unlike some two-faced guy.”

"You're being too strict, aren't you?" Tsuchimikado said with a laugh.

"I was just stating the facts," said the blue-haired man with the earring.

Afterwards, Kamijou, afraid of being questioned by the other girls, dared not go back. So he returned to the deserted beach with his two friends.

※※※

Meanwhile, my interaction with the blonde loli also came to an end.

"You naughty devil, you've been in the mortal realm for so long, haven't you missed me?" The little girl was lying in my arms at this moment, drawing circles on my chest with her finger.

"Yes, of course I want to, I think about it day and night." I readily agreed.

"I don't believe it... You were so promiscuous when I was with you in heaven. I don't know how crazy you've become while I've been away, hmph... The old man should punish you properly." The little girl said.

I smiled wryly and remained silent.

Speaking of which, this child is the biggest victim of this angelic fall, an archangel forcibly dragged from heaven to earth, and also my companion in heaven, the left side of God, the miracle Gabriel.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been missing you terribly,” said Gabriel—or rather, Gabriel, who was in the body of the ecclesiastical nun Sasha Chloezef.

"Isn't this a reunion?" I comforted her.

"You still have the nerve to bring this up? If the old man hadn't shown mercy, you'd be in hell by now, keeping Metatron and Samael company," Gabriel said, pressing hard on my chest.

I rolled my eyes: "How can you blame me?! It's clearly the old man who's biased. He actually made me kneel before a mere mortal." Just thinking about it makes me furious.

"A mortal? You're a hero, so how did you lose to this mortal?" Gabriel asked.

"Tch, it's because there are too many cowards in Heaven—they were just as dismissive of that so-called Holy Son as I was. But in the end, only a third of them stood up. And the old man helped him so much. If it weren't for the old man helping him in every battle, I would have chopped down ten Jesuses tied together."

"Alright, alright, so many years have passed, don't think about it so much. In a few more years, when you go back, just avoid him a little," Gabriel advised me.

"I'm avoiding him?! Why should I?! He's just a human made of clay— ugh."

Gabriel quickly covered my mouth, stopping me from saying anything more.

Chapter Thirty-Two: A Flashback

The first day ended in a draw.

The next day, Lucifer wounded the Holy Son.

On the third day, the Son cut off Lucifer's feet and caused him to fall.

"what!!!"

I woke up with a start, gasping for breath. My whole body was completely soaked, as if I had been pulled out of bed.

I woke her up in early spring. She rubbed her eyes and mumbled sleepily, "Wright-senpai... what happened?"

"Sorry to wake you. It's okay, go back to sleep," I replied.

"Oh..." In her dazed state, Chuchun didn't delve into it further, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep again.

I threw back the covers, opened the door, and went out. I ran straight to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and turned the shower on full blast, letting the icy water wash over my entire body.

It's that dream again. Damn it, it's that persistent nightmare again.

I clenched my teeth and tensed up all over.

I need power, the power to defeat that Grim Reaper. This power cannot be obtained in a short time. And after each world ends, the physical body is destroyed. Only by constantly strengthening the soul can I have a chance of victory.

And angels, as pure energy beings, are the perfect fit. Upon arriving in this world, I was overjoyed and couldn't contain myself.