Unlimited Ambition

As the strongest six-winged seraph guarding God, my starting point was high enough, and my talent was exceptional enough. Given time, I would surely surpass Death. However, I never imagined that such a thing would shatter my perfect state of mind.

He was utterly defeated by Jesus.

Despite various reasons, defeat is defeat. I will never forget the taste of that defeat. It has created a flaw in my mental state. Unless I defeat her again and repair this flaw, even if one day my power truly rivals that of Death, the existence of this flaw will make it absolutely impossible for me to defeat her.

Therefore, I must defeat—no, kill, that's right, I must kill Jesus. If necessary, even killing Jehovah is not out of the question.

However, killing Jesus would be no easy task. If I were to follow the old man's script exactly, a hundred years later, when I return to Heaven, my status and authority would inevitably be diminished. I wouldn't even be able to gather a third of the angels in Heaven again.

So, within this period—one hundred years, no, it's eighty-six years now—I must gather the strength to kill Jesus and confront Heaven. This is no pipe dream. Of course, I can't do it alone. However, there's a bastard in Academy City who shares my thoughts.

Aifala.

She is an primordial angel, not belonging to the Christian order, but existing from the very beginning of heaven and earth. There are even rumors that her power surpasses that of the old man. Of course, I know this rumor is false. However, her strength is definitely not below mine, and far exceeds that of other angels. That is certain.

If I could join forces with her, things might take a turn for the better.

"Heh, heh heh, heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... uh." I laughed wildly, roared, and cried, venting my anger and resentment in this bathroom. Just like I did on countless nights after regaining my memories.

Suddenly, a pair of slender arms hugged me from behind.

I froze, but I could sense that the person who came was my companion in heaven, Gabriel, who was lurking inside Sasha Chloe, a Russian nun.

"Why are you here?" I asked in a low voice, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Why can't I come?" She pressed against my back, allowing me to feel her skin. Like me, she was completely naked.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." My voice still sounded a little off. Probably a lingering effect of the tears I shed earlier.

"Don't say that." Gabriel reached out and covered my mouth. "I'm your partner, and I won't allow you to say such distant things. Also... I don't want to see you so sad anymore."

I was slightly surprised, turned around, and brushed aside the long hair that was covering her eyes, only to see her unusually determined gaze.

“I don’t want to go back,” Gabriel said, which startled me.

"Why?!" I asked.

"Because, didn't we promise the old man: whether in times of peace or hardship, wealth or poverty, good times or bad, health or sickness, I will respect you, help you, care for you, and love you with all my heart; I will faithfully build a Christian family with you for life, glorifying God and benefiting others..."

At this point, Gabriel finally couldn't hold back his tears.

I gently pulled her into my arms: "Silly girl... to be honest, I didn't take that vow seriously—"

“But I believed it!” Gabriel interrupted me, then burst into tears. “I know, although all the angels think we are the best match, I know I am not good enough for you. Path of Light, Cifer, you can’t imagine how much I love you. For you, I would even sacrifice my faith in God. Just for you…”

She buried her face in my chest and wept uncontrollably. She cried so hard that I couldn't even find the words to comfort her.

"Love me," she suddenly said.

"What did you say?" I did hear you clearly, but I wasn't sure.

"I want you to love me, my partner." Her eyes were filled with tears, but her gaze burned with desire. "Before this, I wanted to give you everything. But angels have no physical form. I thought we could only live like this for the rest of our lives. I never expected that today we would have such an opportunity."

After she finished speaking, she kissed my lips, her movements rough and awkward. She had absolutely no idea what to do. I sighed softly to myself, then stuck out my tongue and pried open her teeth.

Amidst the gurgling sound of the shower water, she and I, a pair of seraphic couples, united...

※※※

Several hours earlier, on the beach, three best friends sat on the ground. Only then did Kamijou learn the true identities of his two close friends.

A spy from the magical side. And not from a single country. Tsuchimikado Motoharu, affiliated with the Anglican Church, the Church of Necessary Evil; Blue-haired Earring—or rather, Ahmad, ibn Abu Khanwar VII5, affiliated with the Church of Jerusalem, the Hasasin branch of the Dark Knights.

Of course, after the blue-haired earring mentioned her name, seeing Kamijou roll his eyes, she added: If you find it troublesome, please continue to call me blue-haired earring.

Therefore, the blue hair earrings continued to be called blue hair earrings.

"Judging from your expression, you don't seem too surprised by our true identities," Tsuchimikado asked.

Kamijou rolled his eyes, thinking: That's because before this, I learned the true identity of another guy, which was a hundred times more shocking than the two of you little spies.

"But this is good too, isn't it? I finally made a friend like Ah Shang, and I don't want things to get awkward over something so trivial," the blue-haired man with the earring said.

"But what exactly is going on between you two? Is it work? Is it also because of the fallen angels?" Kamijou asked.

Tsuchimikado shrugged helplessly: "That's right. I believe you've already learned about the specifics and the seriousness of the matter from that prince. We've come here precisely to resolve this issue."

The blue-haired man with the earring nodded on the other side, seemingly agreeing with his statement.

“I don’t think you two are of any use.” Kamijou expressed considerable distrust: “Or rather, it was a mistake for your boss to hire you.”

"Ah, your sarcastic remarks have improved these past few days," Tsuchimikado said in surprise.

Kamijou silently wept: That's because I have an extremely cunning person next to me. It's impossible for me not to turn bad.

The blue-haired man with the earrings confidently declared, "You wouldn't believe me anyway, just wait and see how we perform." He then patted his chest forcefully.

"Really?" Kamijou continued to express his doubt.

Tsuchimikado spoke up appropriately: "Akami, you're too heartless. Even if that blue-haired guy with the earrings isn't trustworthy, I, Tsuchimikado Motoharu, am very reliable."

And so, the two of them, working in tandem, gradually dispelled Kamijou's wariness. Kamijou hesitated for a moment. In the end, he chose to trust his two mischievous friends.

He then hesitantly revealed his suspicion that his father was most likely the one who cast the "Fallen Angels" spell. He repeatedly emphasized that the news should not be told to that cunning prince—that is, me.

Unexpectedly, his two friends exchanged a glance after hearing what he said, and then burst into laughter in unison.

"What's so funny?!" Kamijou was exasperated by their laughter. One of them slapped him on the head and asked.

"Ah, you really are too naive..." Tsuchimikado said, clutching his stomach with a laugh.

Meanwhile, the blue-haired boy with the earring explained the truth to Kamijou: "You really think my boss doesn't know about that mess?! At noon, he went through all the facial data of everyone near this hotel. So, even you can figure out the answer, so naturally the boss knows it too."

Tsuchimikado stopped laughing at this point: "Has he been putting a lot of trouble on you lately?!"

Kamijou nodded: "Yeah, how did you know?!"

The blue-haired man with the earring said, "That's because my boss hates it when people keep secrets from him. If he catches someone doing something wrong, he'll torture them to death if he doesn't kill them. You, Ah Shang, are the scapegoat."

Kamijou stood there dumbfounded, then shouted his famous catchphrase: "What a disaster!!!"

After that, Kamijou was persuaded to apologize to me, and I outwardly forgave him. Then, I had him, Tsuchimikado, and the blue-haired boy with earrings drive to Kamijou's house that very night to investigate. The angel's fall ceremony was probably there.

Kamijou seemed quite relaxed, perhaps thinking it was all over. He was unharmed, and no one else was hurt—a cause for celebration. He didn't notice, however, that I had quietly whispered a few words to Tsuchimikado and the blue-haired boy with earrings. Seeing their predicament, I had even offered them a condition, half-threatening and half-tempting.

This was addressed to Tsuchimikado Motoharu: "If you agree, I can teach you some tricks to win over your sister—of course, if you don't agree, I'll go and seduce your sister."

The one for the blue-haired man with the earring was much simpler: "If you don't agree, I'll print out ten million copies of your full name and your photo, and then scatter them throughout Academy City."

Hearing my vicious threat, the two idiots broke out in a cold sweat, especially Tsuchimikado, whose face almost pleaded. They repeatedly promised that they would obey my orders and give Kamijou a good, thorough beating, making him truly understand the lesson that "lying is not being a good child"...

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Holiday Has Only Just Begun

The next morning, after I woke up in bed, I suddenly felt something was wrong with my arms. I looked down and almost screamed.

The blonde little girl I was holding seemed unhappy with my actions. She hummed a few times and leaned forward, burying her head in my chest.

My heart skipped a beat; I was almost scared to death. Then I looked to my right—and there it was—my classmate, Chuchun, was fast asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I remembered what had happened yesterday.

Gabriel offered herself to me, and I'm not exactly a saint myself, so I half-heartedly went along with it. After that, I vaguely remember carrying her back to my room. I lay down on the floor and went to sleep.

Thank goodness, Chu Chun slept soundly. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to explain myself no matter how hard I tried. What if I'd been mistaken for a beast and beaten up? That would be so unfair! (You got beaten up and you still think you're being wronged?!)

So I tried to sit up and get dressed first. At least that would reduce any misunderstandings. But this blonde little girl clung to me like a koala. I didn't dare move too much and wake her.

By now, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Kamijou's house should have been destroyed. The angel's fall spell has been dispelled. Gabriel should return to heaven as well. It's true, I'm a little reluctant to part with her. We've only just met, and now we have to separate. It's really too cruel for a couple.

But she is different from me; she is a true angel. She doesn't belong anywhere but in heaven.

Thinking of this, I sighed softly. Looking at the little girl who seemed to want to stick to me, and seeing the weariness on her face, I recalled the madness of last night. I felt a little sorry for her.

She's still just a child. I gently kissed her forehead. Then I used a hypnotic spell to help Haruyuki sleep more soundly. I also cast a soundproofing spell on the room to prevent any sound from getting out. After completing all the preparations, I gently shook the little girl to wake her up.

?

"Ah! Ahh ...

The little girl fell headfirst to the ground with a "thud." She then rolled around, clutching her head.

"Have you had enough, beautiful lady? Can you please listen to me now?" I rolled my eyes, then used a healing spell to heal the little girl's injuries.

"..." The little girl covered her chest with her hands, curled up into a ball, and looked at me with extreme vigilance and contempt.

To be honest, the way this blonde loli looked at trash hurt me a little.

I rolled my eyes again. Then I grabbed her clothes from the other side and threw them next to her. Then I snapped my fingers, and the straitjacket was forcibly put on her. It seemed the belt was a little tight when it was fastened, and the little girl's expression turned a bit abnormal.

"Alright, now we can talk properly." I sat down in front of her, crossing my legs. Slightly impatient, I asked, "First, let me state my name. You should know me, right?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wright Baldwin. Crown Prince of the Holy Land. Revered as the strongest in the Heavenly Kingdom for a thousand years. Undefeated since the age of four—what do you want to do with me?"

I waved my hand: "Wait a minute, can you tell me your name?"

Loli nodded: "Sasha Chloezev, a member of the Russian cult secret unit 'The Annihilation of the White Book'."

Although I had heard about this from Gabriel before, I pretended it was the first time I had heard it, nodded, and showed a thoughtful expression.

Seeing this, the little girl grew a bit bolder and opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, but after thinking for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

So I continued to steer the conversation: "So, do you still remember what happened last night?"

The little girl nodded, then shook her head. A complex expression appeared on her face.

"If I said it was a beautiful misunderstanding, would you accept that explanation?"

"You've used a girl's body, and then you just dump her without a second thought? You scum."

I rolled my eyes: "So what do you want?"

"I'll kill you." The little girl drew her serrated short sword again, but this time, unlike last night, she meant it. This little girl was only twelve years old, yet her fighting prowess was already quite considerable—it was just a pity she chose the wrong opponent.

The next moment, I tilted my body to the side, grabbed the little girl by the ankle again, and then lifted her up.

"Bastard! Pervert! Scumbag! Lolicon!!" the loli cursed as she struggled.

"I'm not happy either, you know." I rolled my eyes. "Besides, you were the one who seduced me last night."

"That's all because of that shameless angel," the little girl retorted.

"So, if you want revenge, you should go to Heaven and find Gabriel. I'm a victim too, just like you," I shamelessly seized on the loophole in the little girl's words to defend myself.

The young girl was naive and inexperienced, completely unaware of the methods of Eastern strategists or the abilities of Western orators. She quickly fell into my trap. Thinking about it, I feel like I said something wrong, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"...Put me down."

After a while, the little girl finally started to feel uncomfortable because her head had been down for too long and her brain was congested with blood. She then asked me to put her down.