Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

Her silver-white hair cascaded down her back. Her six pristine white wings folded and closed, lifting her small body into the air.

This is a sacred, inviolable six-winged angel.

In this dusty, desolate land, the figure of this little angel stands out all the more.

Monsters were all around.

Besides the big boss in front of her—Sand Scorpion Hazlitt—deeper underground lurks a large number of ancient war insects, eager to make their move.

And in the sky above, giant insects howled and swung their terrifying bodies, roaming freely overhead.

"Hanya... let's go, boohoo, this place is so scary..."

Oh, by the way.

Beside this righteous little angel, there is a demon whose figure is about the same size as hers...?

This little devil is very childish, looking only about the size of a five or six-year-old human girl.

She hid behind the little angel, her scarlet eyes were incredibly moist, and she looked like she was about to cry.

The demon girl had a black tail behind her. The tail was thin and long, with a small triangle at the tip.

The tail curled up and wrapped around the little angel in front of her.

She held the little angel very tightly, as if afraid that the other person would abandon her.

Besides her tail, she also had several pairs of featherless bat wings belonging to a demon. Those wings were only about the size of a palm, far too small to support her flight.

"Hanya...I don't want to be here, I want to go back...I want to find Daddy, waaaaah..."

Tears streamed down the little devil's tender face and landed on the little angel's shoulder.

“Michel…”

The little angel sighed softly and used one hand to touch the horns on the little devil's head.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll take you through Hell! Don't be afraid, I'm very strong!" Hania puffed out her chest, her little wings fluttering behind her, looking quite proud.

She certainly had a reason to be proud.

From the moment of its birth, the little angel possessed the most powerful divine magic on the entire continent.

The little devil hiding behind her could unleash two divine spells without even breaking a sweat...

At their level, there are practically no rivals on the entire continent.

But ironically, the goal they were trying to conquer was none other than the boundless hell of hellish difficulty...

"Sweetie, don't cry. Play with me for a little while and then we'll go home~"

The tense atmosphere of battle seemed to have been completely forgotten by them.

Hania was comforting her sister, Mischel. Meanwhile, the terrifying demonic beast 'Sand Scorpion Hazlitt,' standing not far away, seemed to have lost its way, just standing there dumbfounded.

They had absolutely no intention of taking advantage of the situation to launch an attack.

Sand Scorpion Hazlitt rolled his dark eyes, quietly waiting for the little angel to comfort the crying little devil.

"Ugh, sob sob..."

After being comforted by her sister, Michel felt a little better. She nodded repeatedly, clutching the hem of her black skirt, and hid behind Hania again.

Hania sighed helplessly. Her younger sister was just that timid, so she would protect her well.

She gripped the sword again, shielding her younger sister behind her, her vibrant white hair dancing around her.

"In the name of the Seraph, I punish you, you wicked monster!!"

"Clang clang clang—"

Three sword strikes in quick succession, each aimed at the sand scorpion's vital points.

Unfortunately, not a single sword strike hit its mark.

The scorpion in front of her had a defense that she couldn't break through with her meager arm strength.

"Click-clack,"

It was accompanied by a crisp click.

The longsword in Hania's hand broke.

Her expression hardened as she watched the sword crack, disintegrate, and finally transform into streaks of golden light.

This is clearly... clearly a holy sword that she had begged her mother for a long time early in the morning before her mother agreed to create for her!

It hadn't even been swung a few times... how could it break like that?!

Hania felt a lump in her throat, and her thin, seemingly frail shoulders began to tremble slightly.

The black scorpion was completely dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that either!

I only pinched it a little with pliers, how did the sword break?!

This is blatant staged accident fraud!!

Hazlitt paced back and forth with his thin black legs, anxiously turning around, unsure of what to do.

There aren't any good treasures in the fourth level of hell... I have absolutely no idea what to give this little angel to appease her!

Suddenly, Hazlitt felt a fire burning behind him.

He gasped in surprise.

Suddenly, a bright red bird appeared overhead.

The enormous phoenix spread its wings and let out a loud cry from its beak.

"Wow—"

The little angel was enveloped in holy light and appeared outwardly dignified, but upon closer inspection, one could see tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Hania spread her five fingers toward Hazlitt.

She sniffled, her thick nasal voice filled with grievance.

"Phoenix - Blazing Fire!!"

The intense heat of the flames rushed towards him, and Hazlitt tucked his body in, hooking his tail back and using it as a shield in front of him.

After the flames.

There was an air of anxiety all around.

Hazlitt was now lying upside down on the scorched earth.

His eyes were seeing stars. He exhaled a puff of black smoke and then coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough... I lost. You've passed. Go to the next level..."

Hazlitt said weakly.

He lost.

He was faking it.

If I don't pretend, I might really just get completely crushed...

After all, he dared not retaliate. He could only endure the little angel's magical barrage.

"Hmph, the angels have won!!" Hania wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. The furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Let's go, Michel!"

"Next floor, let's go!!"

Hania took Michel's hand and walked forward.

She was familiar with this floor; the staircase leading down was not far ahead.

Michel followed cautiously behind her. One hand was pressed against her chest, and a long, thin demon tail wrapped around her legs. Her small heart was still pounding with fear from the battle just now.

As he passed the fallen Hazlitt, Michelle took a step.

"Uncle Hazlitt... are you alright...?"

Michael said worriedly.

These blood-red, demonic pupils rarely display such a rich array of expressions.

“…cough.” Hazlitt pretended that he was still in a weak state.

However, he still shook his barbed tail, as if in response to Michel's concerns.

"Hurry up, let's go!" Hania urged her sister, grabbing her hand.

Mischel took a bottle of green recovery potion from her pocket, gently tossed it beside Hazlitt, then fluttered her palm-sized bat wings and followed Hania's footsteps.

"Sister, wait for me..."

The sound faded into the distance.

Once the figures of the angel and the demon had disappeared, Hazlitt, who was lying on his back, slowly turned around and put his feet back on the ground.

He shook the dust off his clothes, stared at the spot where they had gone, and sighed deeply.

I once suspected...

Are Princess Hania and Princess Michael's personalities completely opposite...?

Princess Hania is a little devil.

And Princess Michael... she's an angel! Waaaaah!!

. . .

The petite seraph fought her way through countless obstacles to carry out her noble cause.

Upon seeing her heroic figure radiating holy light, the black dragon on the first floor immediately fled in panic.

The second-level insect queen simply stared at her and her sister with doting eyes, then waved her sharp spider legs, exchanged a few blows with her, and then surrendered, letting her pass.

On the third level, the distant voice of the Ice Phoenix came, saying that this was a trial that tested physical strength. If one could persevere and cross the Frozen Plains, then the trial would be passed.

As an angel, Hania was naturally afraid of the cold. But she wouldn't say it, so she gritted her teeth and went through it.