Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Ostracized Angel
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“Raphael.”
No reply came back. I called out to the blonde sitting beside me, doing absolutely nothing, without even glancing her way.
“Raphael.”
“...”
An incredible sight was unfolding right before my eyes. The impassive white hair was sending the expressionless blue hair flying away.
So fast the movements were invisible.
I chuckled as I watched the scene. Why? Only one reason.
“Raphael.”
A quick glance sideways showed her with lips pursed and arms crossed. A stranger might mistake her for some haughty lady.
But deep down—
“That's not true. I'm way better.”
She's an idiot.
“Do you know how to use a sword?”
“No.”
“Spear.”
“Shall I?”
“Bow.”
“How am I supposed to draw that with my delicate arms?!”
Guess gorilla arms count as delicate nowadays. Eye-opening info.
Of course, Raphael's strike slammed into my side. Hurts like hell.
“Alright, one last question. Any weapons you can handle?”
“Do I look like it? You don't have any either, Seong-hoon.”
“Hah. The scythe's like my own limb.”
“Excluding skills.”
“I've got the 21st century's ultimate weapon: the keyboard.”
Raphael popped an exclamation mark over her head. Obviously. The keyboard is the ultimate weapon. Even in a peaceful world, it made me a warrior.
“Our God was a warrior too?!”
“Naturally. The moment you grab a keyboard, anyone can become one.”
Sounds of whooshing flights, bone-crunching impacts, every kind of noise echoed from ahead, but I ignored it all and kept chatting with Raphael.
“No lying from here on out to my questions.”
“I don't know how to lie.”
Yeah, right.
“Can you cook?”
“You know the answer, so why ask? If I have to say it, no! In the Heaven Realm, lower angels brought meals at every mealtime. Always 'Lady Raphael, it's time to eat,' but they'd run if I tried talking to them.”
That's pretty sad. I tamped down the welling tears and moved to the next question.
“Work.”
“Standing by God's side. Playing games together. Sneaking peeks at the internet.”
She folded a few fingers, scratched her head, then continued.
“When God was busy, I'd go around messing with the lower angels. They ignored me to the end, no matter what. Michael's definitely behind it. Even when I kept at them till they answered, they'd just flash awkward smiles and stay silent.”
Uh-huh. Got it.
I pieced together Raphael's ramblings. Stuff I already knew, but hearing it straight from her made it even more absurd.
“So, you're the top boss bullying your employees, your job's hunkering in a corner with games and the net, and meals get served three times a day?”
Jealous. I wanna live like that.
“Phrasing it that way sounds weird. But yeah, spot on. Hmm. Feels off somehow.”
“Doesn't sound weird at all.”
Michael, having already sent Shin Chae-yeon flying, leaned against the training ground wall and chimed in. He heard everything?
“The lower angels not responding isn't my doing. They can't even address her to begin with. And they know better than to reply.”
Know what? Now I'm really curious. Hate admitting the rank gap makes talking impossible, but fine, unavoidable or whatever.
Why no replies? For centuries. Raphael perked her ears up too, all curious.
“Because hell starts the second they reply.”
What? I tilted my head, totally lost. The blonde next to me did the same.
“I was nice to them.”
“They know your version of 'nice.' Miracle. Dictionary? E-dictionary? Punch this in. K-I-N-D-N-E-S-S. 'Kin' needs nieun after i. No mix-ups. Type 'kindness'—see the meaning. Matches your idea?”
Gonna be way off. I thrust the e-dictionary at her; Raphael shot me a glare. I folded instantly and pocketed my phone.
Don't break it, please.
It's pricey.
“Replying seals their fate. Once on Raphael's radar, it's transfer realms or forfeit wings. Pick one.”
Michael shook his head in utter exasperation.
“Thousands of years back, one angel answered Raphael and got wrecked. That incident made ignoring her the norm. Before coming here, I saw that same angel whooping with joy that she'd vanished.”
So what went down? Spill it. I opened my mouth to prod—
But the blonde beat me to it.
“Ah~ So hot~ Sweltering~”
Hot? Her face is ashen. Body trembling like a leaf?
“Summer, so yeah, hot. Anyway, that angel was just reporting paperwork to Raphael—”
“Aaaah~~ Seong-hoon!! Know my old nickname?!”
What's her deal? Move aside. Can't see Michael.
“Destroyer Tank!! Demon war—God doesn't even know my kill count!!”
“God knows. Know how your wild swings made attacking tougher? Hit allies too; Gabriel and I barely held the line.”
“Ah~ Was that it~ Haha!! Dunno anymore!!”
Raphael yells without glancing at Michael. Right in my face. Blocking my view.
This girl couldn't be...?
“Raphael.”
“Yes? Wanna see the Destroyer Tank? Last demo not enough? My oh my~”
“What just crossed your mind?”
Flinch.
Raphael froze solid at my words. Like a statue. Stock-still.
“She'd have to remember. Forgetting means zero conscience—pure trash.”
Makes me more curious. I edged sideways for a peek at Michael, but Raphael mirrored me perfectly.
“What've you been up to?”
Prime spot for 'Me? Nothing at all?' But dead quiet.
What the hell did she do? Looking up, Raphael's drenched in cold sweat. Pupils quaking like an earthquake.
“Dunno the details, but karma's a bitch.”
Raphael shook her head, speechless.
Our little angel.
Kinda pathetic.
Shin Chae-yeon stopped flying off instantly midway. She adapted a bit, even parried a few strikes successfully, but still spent the whole day airborne.
Finally muttered something like 'Gonna contract at home tonight.' Should be fine.
Spirit bonds start at contract. Today was just a sampler. Shin Chae-yeon's got sword talent too.
Parrying Michael's bladework, invisible to the eye.
“But why're you so damn good with a sword?”
“Led the angel legions.”
Oh yeah? Tossing ramen into my shopping cart, I kept firing questions.
“Cook well?”
“Hiring?”
What's her problem lately? I scowled; Michael finally spoke.
Ah, this looks tasty.
“Don't hog sausages mid-sentence.”
“Grab some yourself. No crapping blood come finals.”
“No clue why I'm stuck at school. God's will, so I go, but feels like work on vacation.”
Sounds miserable. But honestly, your God's just shipping you off for shits and giggles.
Kept that to myself—don't wanna fly.
“No helping it. Anyway, I cook great.”
Sneaking his snacks into my cart. The hell?
Tried restocking Michael's picks; he grabbed my wrist.
“Good at damn near everything. Arrows? Bullseyes. Cold arms? Extensions of me. Tasks? Flawless.”
No. Drop it first. Strained my arm—no dice against Michael's grip.
Item plopped back in.
“Nothing I suck at. Ah, this looks good.”
“No. Get. Your. Own. Cart!!”
“God's cash, right? Makes it mine too.”
What logic? Team Rocket vibes? What's yours is mine, what's mine's mine?
“Account topped today? Five mouths at home? Can't cover yours.”
Finals stock-up. Sick of bombing 11-pointers.
Whatever. Michael pushed on blankly, expression unchanged.
“Why're you on cart duty?”
Michael ignored me, scanning shelves.
“Grab a burner too. You'll need it.”
“Was gonna.”
Essential. Burner, pots, water, cans—full survival kit.
“Raphael'll devour it all anyway.”
“Ease up on hating Raphael.”
“Don't hate her. Just irritating.”
“That's hate. Raphael's not useless. Bit dim, sure—I'm just overqualified. Nails her role fine.”
Lying again. Offloading work = nailing it?
“Don't tell me blocking me's her role?”
“Think so?”
Michael sighed, tossing in more. Finals-friendly stuff, actually.
“Angels got mandates—heavenly duties. Higher rank, bigger duty. Raphael's acing hers.”
“Which is?”
“Ask her yourself.”
Then yours—
Talk of the devil: Raphael burst in.
Cat-eared girl in tow.
“Seong-hoon, check this!! Frozen dumplings, 2+1!! Six-pack gets three free!!!”
“All marketing ploys!!”
“Marketing? Mart folks'll hear!! Good people, all!!”
Chaos as she covers the chocolate. I snatched back everything they held.
“Aaah!!!”
“Dumplings? Lily bakes 'em anyway. No biggie.”
First time seeing this cat wail so hard. Outside my teasing sessions. Bought the chocolate.
Handed cart to Michael, walked off with Raphael to restock dumplings.
“Raphael.”
“What.”
“What's your assigned role?”
My question made her stumble back, flustered. Caught me off guard.
Actually hiding something?
“Michael spilled. Angels all have roles. Mandate thingy.”
Dumpling slipped from Raphael's grip.
Thud.
Package rolled across the floor. Raphael stared at me, eyes wide in panic.
“That.”
What? Gulped, waiting—
“There was such a thing?! They left me out again!!!”
She stomped the fallen dumpling and tripped flat.