Chapter 141: Fallen Angel, Shot Down
Bai Yue sighed, the sound barely escaping his lips, as the faint scent of blood drifted across the park.
From behind the stone fountain, he spotted a figure—a girl in a Kuoh Academy uniform with long black hair. She wasn't alone. Something unnatural laced the air around her.
"Hm?" Aisha tilted her head, confused by Bai Yue's tone. She followed his gaze and saw the girl too. The stranger noticed their attention, smiled briefly, and began walking toward them with elegance in every step.
Aisha's stomach sank.
Was Bai Yue captivated by this beautiful girl? Compared to her, this stranger's figure was more developed, her presence more refined—graceful, alluring, mature. Aisha suddenly felt childish, like she was being relegated to the role of a little sister.
She wasn't in love with Bai Yue—at least, she didn't think so. But her heart trembled at the thought of being left behind.
Bai Yue had become like the old nun who once raised her: strict, kind, reliable. Someone she could trust. Someone she was afraid of losing.
As the black-haired girl approached, she crossed her hands elegantly in front of her waist, nodding politely to Aisha with the grace of nobility.
But when her eyes met Bai Yue's, something changed.
Her gaze widened, shimmering like ripples on water, before quickly diverting. Embarrassed. Shy.
She dipped her head and began to pass him quietly, until—
"What—?!" she gasped aloud, stopping mid-stride.
Aisha saw it too.
A sudden burst of light—a spear of pure energy appeared in the girl's hand, its tip mere inches from Bai Yue's side. If he hadn't grabbed it, it would've skewered him.
That weapon… Aisha had seen something like it before. A holy spear, used only by agents of the Church.
The girl leapt backward with unnatural agility, landing several meters away.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"How bizarre," Bai Yue said calmly. "You attack me out of nowhere, and then ask who I am? Shouldn't I be the one asking?"
He rolled his shoulders and glanced toward a distant patch of shadows—someone else was watching. A spectator, but no hostility. Just curiosity. Observation.
"Very well then," the girl said, laughing coldly. "Let me show you who I am."
Her smile twisted into something dangerous. Her posture changed. Behind her, two enormous black wings unfurled.
She was no schoolgirl.
She was a fallen angel.
No longer using the alias Amane Yuuma, she revealed her true name: Raynare.
She hadn't expected to be caught. She'd just finished disposing of a target and assumed her memory-erasure spell would make everything tidy again.
But she recognized Aisha.
The nun.
Her target.
So she'd decided to test Aisha's healing abilities—by stabbing the man beside her.
She hadn't counted on Bai Yue's reflexes.
Or his strength.
She'd been caught, humiliated—and now mocked.
His refusal to answer her question had felt like dismissal. As though she weren't worthy of knowing his name.
Infuriated, Raynare summoned another spear of light—larger, faster, deadlier.
Aisha's breath caught in her throat.
She could barely track the movement—it was that fast.
She thought it had struck Bai Yue.
"Mr. Bai—!"
No. He had intercepted it.
With his bare hand.
Blood dripped from his palm.
Again.
He was always injuring himself. Testing magic, deflecting spells—it was a constant toll on his body.
Raynare clenched her teeth in disbelief.
She prepared another blast, something stronger—until—
"You're fleeing already?" Bai Yue asked coolly, watching her turn tail and fly without hesitation.
Cowardly.
He hadn't even fully mastered the light spear yet. She hadn't used a visible summoning circle. So he had no framework to study—only raw observation.
"I'm not finished."
His eyes darkened. A sphere of compressed mana formed in his hand, reshaping itself into a mimic of her holy spear. Not truly divine—but deadly.
He calibrated the blast: .7 seconds until full detonation post-launch.
Then he threw it.
The sky cracked with light.
Raynare panicked, dodging just in time.
But the spear didn't need a direct hit.
The orb exploded mid-air, radiating power in all directions.
A silver sun bloomed in the dying light.
The fallen angel was shot down.
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Chapter 142: Interrogation, Execution
Boom.
The sound was thunderous—like a cannon firing into the earth.
Raynare crashed into the ground, her black wings mangled, her body twisted, bones shattered.
She writhed. Or tried to.
Even the slightest twitch sent waves of pain through her limbs. She couldn't even scream.
And she hadn't taken the full brunt of the blast. She'd only been knocked down by the shockwave.
Had the explosion touched her directly… she would've died.
She stared up at Bai Yue, trembling.
That compression spell he used—it held the force of an upper-class demon.
But he was human.
And it hadn't even seemed to drain him.
What kind of monster had she provoked?
"You're with Lost Demon Purge, aren't you?" he asked.
"I—argh!"
She tried to retort, but he stepped on her chest.
He wasn't waiting for drama or declarations.
She was stunned. Couldn't threaten. Shouldn't dare.
But she wanted to bluff. Wanted to say someone powerful backed her. That he should be afraid.
"I won't repeat myself," Bai Yue said quietly. "Answer. Otherwise my foot might… slip."
"I—I am!" she cried through clenched teeth, gasping under the weight of his heel.
"And you know this scatterbrained nun, right?" He gestured to Aisha.
"Ugh…"
Aisha gave him a wounded look.
Raynare tried to deny it.
"I don't kn—AAGH!"
"You do?"
"I don't—AAGHHH okay! Okay! I know her!"
Raynare cursed him internally. Wished him dead a thousand ways.
"And her healing a demon—the Church just happened to see it—and your group just happened to recruit her afterward. All coincidence?" Bai Yue asked.
"No—argh!"
"I hate liars."
"I seriously don't know! Wait—wait! Let me think!"
Raynare was sobbing now. Her body throbbed. Bai Yue wasn't just stepping on her—he was unraveling her spirit.
"You have three seconds."
"NO! You skipped two and one!"
"I—wait! Yes! I remember! There were rumors… back before she was kicked out."
She couldn't confirm the conspiracy. Not entirely. But there'd been whispers. Muted predictions. As though someone knew Aisha would be exiled.
"Aside from that?" Bai Yue pressed.
"I—I don't know! That's all! Really!"
"Are you sure? You don't want to share your personal opinion?"
"I—I—okay, okay! I'll talk!"