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In that abandoned church, where light seemed to have been banished and darkness prevailed, on the altar where worship of God should have taken place, a broken cross was the only thing that faintly hinted at His existence.
Yet, it wasn't enough to overcome the vile air that permeated the entire place. The house of God, which should have remained immaculate, was now home to those who had once served the heavens, only to be cast out for their transgressions.
And before the altar, in the main hall of the church, these fallen angels gathered. The air felt heavier than usual, and not without reason.
After all, they had just discovered they had lost the very thing that had brought them together.
"I knew trusting that useless priest would be a terrible idea."
In front of the three female fallen angels, Freed was sitting on one of the long pews, his arms spread wide as if completely unaffected by the words directed at him. In fact, he wasn't even paying attention to the three women, too focused on inspecting his light pistol. "That idiot threw this baby on the ground, and if it had broken? I'll make him pay next time."
Mittelt, who had spoken earlier, made a disgusted face when she noticed the priest muttering to himself. "We should just kill him already."
Petite, with blonde hair tied in twin tails and wearing a cute lolita dress, the woman was quite adorable—a stark contrast to the irritated and disgusted expression on her face.
"I won't lie, I'm annoyed, but there was no way we could have known he'd be that dangerous. If that man is still alive after Dohnaseek went to eliminate him, then we should be cautious." Kalawarna, an attractive woman with long bluish hair, wore a formal outfit with a plunging neckline that revealed her ample cleavage. Unlike Mittelt, she seemed more composed and calm, though she didn't entirely dismiss the idea of killing the priest. "What do you think, Raynare?"
"..."
The two turned to look at the third among them, the one responsible for gathering them and, consequently, leading them.
With long black hair and violet eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the room, Raynare looked like a striking woman, her youthful features giving her a cute appearance.
But at this moment, the expression on her face was anything but beautiful. Exuding a cold aura, she didn't even bother turning to look at her subordinates.
"The ritual happens in two days. I don't care how, bring her to me as quickly as possible." Her voice carried authority, but the venom in her words was impossible to miss. The two women immediately understood there would be severe consequences if they failed. "And if those demons dare interfere, then kill every last one of them."
With that, the two exchanged glances for a moment before nodding and spreading their wings, taking flight out of the church without further questions. The objective was clear, after all.
"..."
"Nice! Fresh as new!"
But just as silence began to settle over the room, Freed's excited voice shattered the atmosphere completely. Raynare's icy glare fell upon him, making him turn and realize he was now alone with the fallen angel.
"Oh..." He said, sounding slightly surprised, before standing and bowing as if paying respects to royalty. "I'll take my leave, boss."
And with that, he leapt out, pistol in hand, leaving Raynare alone to reflect on her decision to recruit him—an irritated sigh escaping her lips.
. . .
Shhhi!
In Adam's home, the sound of sizzling filled the air like a beautiful melody, accompanied by a hypnotizing aroma that seemed to take over the entire house.
Asia, who was sitting at the table where Adam usually studied magic, sniffed the air, her concentration broken by the mouthwatering scent. She turned her head to see the source of such a wonderful smell.
Adam, in the kitchen, was expertly shaking a frying pan with practiced ease, occasionally stirring its contents with a spatula before effortlessly flipping the food into the air and catching it back in the pan.
Asia, who had previously been focused on reading the materials on the table, watched in awe as Adam displayed such refined culinary skills. Her eyes sparkled with admiration, her face forming an adorable expression that would have made Adam smile had he noticed.
But absorbed in cooking, he didn't see the girl's admiration.
Adam… That was the name of the man who had saved her. The one who had opened his arms so she could fall into his embrace, promising to take her home—a real home.
Throughout her life, Asia had faced discrimination, attacked for doing what God had given her the ability to do: heal.
She had been isolated, cursed, labeled a wicked girl who would never enter the kingdom of heaven for healing someone in need… someone who had turned out to be a demon.
Her kindness had turned her into a witch who healed demons, an outcast.
But that had changed.
Asia could see the kindness in Adam's eyes—the same kindness she had when she healed an injured child. There was no malice, no ill will, no attempt to steal her power.
She still hadn't asked why he had gone so far to help her, afraid that all of this was just a dream, that she would wake up on the train heading to the city.
But she had pinched herself too many times to know this was real.
This man had helped her without asking for anything in return, and now, he was cooking something that smelled incredible—just for her.
The trials God had put her through, the countless nights spent praying for forgiveness. Had her prayers… finally been heard?
Asia fought back tears, afraid that Adam would see and worry even more.
She felt blessed. She had never complained about her life, because in her eyes, it was all just a test from God. But now… she felt genuinely happy. Her hands clasped together as she gave thanks over and over, so many times that in her prayer, she didn't even notice Adam calling her.
"Asia!"
She jolted when his voice reached her ears, her eyes opening to see Adam standing in front of her, two steaming plates in his hands.
"Sorry about that." He gave her a smile as he knelt to place the plates on the table. "Here, Korean-style fried rice. It's simple, but it tastes amazing… At least, I hope so. My cooking's a bit rusty."
"Oh…" Asia sniffed, letting out a cute sound as she marveled at the pleasant aroma.
Adam chuckled at her reaction, watching as she picked up her spoon and stared at the dish with fascination, seemingly unsure how to proceed. "You can try it, just be careful not to burn your tongue…"
Asia nodded, scooping up a bit of rice with her spoon. She examined it for a moment before blowing on it gently, then finally taking a bite.
!
"So, what do you think? Don't hold back on criticism if it's not good—"
Adam, who had looked slightly worried when the girl didn't react immediately, was caught off guard when she suddenly leaned forward with stars in her eyes, their noses nearly touching from how close she got.
"It's amazing!"
With that, she pulled back, taking another spoonful and swallowing it eagerly. Adam could only watch in surprise as she repeated the process at an enthusiastic pace.
"Glad you like it." Shaking off his initial shock, he nodded in satisfaction.
"..."
Adam didn't bother touching his own plate yet. The food was still hot, so there was no rush. Instead, he just continued watching as the girl ate as if this were the first time she'd ever tasted something so delicious…
Which, in fact, it was.
Church food was far from this flavorful, and ever since she had been abandoned, it had been a long time since she'd had a decent meal.
So, overwhelmed with gratitude, tears began rolling down her cheeks as she ate, droplets falling onto the rice.
Adam frowned when he saw this and asked worriedly, "Is something wrong, Asia?"
"..." The girl struggled to hold back her sobs, but it proved impossible as the tears kept flowing. "A-Adam-sama is so kind to me…"
Her words carried immense weight as she lowered her head in a futile attempt to hide her tear-streaked face, her shoulders trembling. "Thank you—thank you so much for saving someone like me!"
!
Adam opened his arms as Asia threw herself against him, burying her tearful face in his chest and soaking his shirt—though it didn't bother him in the slightest. Instead, with a loving smile, he gently stroked the top of her head.
Yes, as he had said before…
He could get used to this.
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