Worried that Jormungand Cat would say something even more outrageous, he simply picked up the Black Cat and grabbed his front paws to make a waving gesture: "See you tomorrow, Uncle Peterson, Uncle Louis~"
You really spoil this..
Peterson did not know how to address Jormungand properly.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Louis tremblingly grasped Jormungand's front paw: "It is my honor to meet you."
[Hmph!]
Jormungand Cat raised his head, showing the two of them his furry chin.
Peterson and Louis did not dare to complain; they smiled, bid Wood farewell, departed.
..
Once he was certain the two had walked far away, Wood set down the Jormungand Cat he was holding in his arms, then knelt down to tell Little Anubis and the Jormungand Cat about what the two had encountered.
—What do these things have to do with us?
"What do these things have to do with us?" Jormungand Cat said impatiently, having only heard half of it.
Human affairs should be something humans figure out for themselves, or they can go find that guy they worship so much, what was it, God or Jesus! Why do they turn to Papa for help the moment they run into trouble! Papa is not some God they can just worship!
Little Jormungand..
I agree with Jormungand's view.
Little Anubis twitched his ears, his tone assertive.
First of all, the relationship between a God and its followers is not one of equality; it is not as if a God must respond simply because a follower has a request. Secondly, the people of this land have never offered sacrifices to us. Even by the most pragmatic religious standards, we owe them nothing! Furthermore..
Moreover, what?
Wood pressed for more details.
His intuition told him that Little Anubis and Jormungand Cat understood him more comprehensively than his amnesiac self did.
[Besides, Papa wasn't originally—]
Why cover your wings with black cloth?
Master's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Little Anubis's complaining.
Wood stood up and said with a hint of unease, "Louis and Peterson just came by. This exhibit made them feel extremely uneasy, worrying that it might be harmful to me.. They suggested I cover the display case with a black cloth.."
Oh, so that's how it is.
Master smiled meaningfully, then pulled away the black cloth.
Clatter!
The black cloth fell, the multicolored black wings were instantly exposed before the crowd.
(So beautiful.. wait a minute!)
Stunned by the magnificent black wings, Wood suddenly felt an inexplicable chill run down his back.
(Is it a visual illusion? Or.. why does it feel like the wings.. the wings.. the current wings are slightly different from the wings before they were covered by the black cloth.. exactly how are they different.. it's..)
“Did you notice something is wrong?”
Yes.
Wood spoke truthfully, "The angle of the wings' bend has changed."
And what else?
The position has also shifted.
At this point, Wood couldn't help but turn back to ask, "Boss, what exactly is going on? Why would the wings—"
Have you seen *Weeping Angels*?
“Weeping Angels..”
Wood froze, it took him a long time to remember that the Weeping Angels were a type of quantum monster appearing in the long-running British sci-fi television series Doctor Who.
.. It is said that Weeping Angels are ancient, perfect beings on par with the universe, specifically designed to steal time. They do not exist when they are being observed; they turn to stone whenever they are gazed upon by any living creature. However, the moment an observer turns their head or blinks, they move at high speeds to launch an attack. Because making eye contact with a companion also causes them to become quantum-locked, Weeping Angels habitually cover their eyes to prevent eye contact with one another.
Master explained the biological characteristics of the Weeping Angels with leisure, while Wood nodded repeatedly, appearing to half-understand.
So it's.. but..
[But what does that have to do with the chicken wings in the display case!]
Jormungand Cat gave an unhappy huff.
“Weeping Angels are a new type of fantasy creature created by humans through film and television media. All the traditional mythological lifeforms, led by Lucifer and Michael, were created through thousands of years of collective human fantasy. Their essences are the same, so their attributes naturally share commonalities.”
So what Mister means is—the Fallen Wings in the display case possess the same quantum locking property as the 'Weeping Angels'? They remain motionless while being watched, but move once the gaze is broken?
Not the same, just similar.
Master corrected him leisurely.
Wood, however—
Clutching the display case with both hands, his eyes wide as he stared at the black wings, he murmured, "Incredible! This world is truly incredible!"
There are countless wonders in the Mortal Realm. Even for me—all the truths I have grasped thus far are merely the tip of the iceberg among the many wonders of this world.
Mm-hmm!
Wood nodded repeatedly.
He was captivated by the Fallen Wings in the display case, even forgetting the concerns of Louis and Peterson, if not for—
Papa!
Jormungand Cat suddenly spoke up.
What is it?
[What exactly does Lilith want to do?]
Lilith? Ah! I almost forgot!
Wood hurried to tell the Boss about the incident where Lilith, suspected to be in the form of a Night Demon, had broken into the dreams of the Special Events Investigation Department staff to seduce them into opening their doors to let Vampires and Ogres into their homes, asked with a look of worry, "How should we handle this? If this continues.. I'm worried.."
What are you worried about?
Master asked Wood in return.
Wood remained silent.
“Are you worried they will all be killed by the Vampires and Ogres under Lilith's command?”
“Yeah.”
Wood replied softly, "Although I have only interacted with a small portion of them as colleagues, those interactions were.. but they are a group of good people, at least a group of people with a strong sense of social responsibility and justice.. After all, with their abilities, if.. they would certainly.."
I have no doubt about that.
Master interrupted Wood: "But I don't want to be in direct conflict with Lilith in the short term."
Why?
Because Lilith is not fighting alone.
I know. He has large groups of Vampires and Ogres as subordinates. Cain's attitude.. although he promised to cooperate with us, I don't think he is trustworthy.. He has a certain.. well.. the aura of a traitor..
Wood said cautiously.
The aura of a traitor?
Master's lips curled slightly into a smirk.
Yes, he gives me a very subtle feeling.. Although he promised to stand on our side and work for us, I wouldn't find it strange if he were to jump into the enemy camp and become our foe in the next second.. That is just the kind of feeling he gives off.. Empty.. Dim.. Um.. In short, I think Cain is untrustworthy.
Being able to realize that shows you have indeed observed Cain carefully.
Master nods approvingly, then turns to look at the sky as evening approaches. "Night is falling soon."
Hmm?
Wood asked reflexively, "Will Lilith come tonight?"
“He wouldn't dare come.”
Then—
The one coming is Gabriel.
Huh?
Wood froze for a moment and blurted out, "What is He here for! His wounds have already healed?"
He is an Archangel of God, shaped by the collective imagination of billions of believers; even the most violent wounds will recover rapidly.. What truly gives me a headache is the purpose of his journey.. and—he seems to have reached some kind of agreement with Lilith.
Wait! Wait!
Wood hurriedly shouted to stop him, "Gabriel is an Archangel of God, how could he strike a deal with Lilith? This is betrayal!"
—In the world of common sense, my actions could indeed be considered betrayal, but as long as the ultimate goal is achieved, God will forgive my sins and grant my repentance.
A Voice, familiar in its tenderness yet carrying a trace of sickening coldness, rang out in his mind. Wood looked toward the sound and saw the long-absent Archangel Gabriel.
He stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, his entire body shimmering with a charming radiance, his pure white wings were gilded with a faint layer of gold by the sunlight.
(An Angel with such a holy appearance, yet his heart is actually—)
[What are you thinking? Do you think I am unworthy of the title of Archangel before God?]
A cold voice pierced his mind like icy needles. Wood looked up, staring fearlessly at Gabriel. "What exactly do you want to do?"
I want to talk with you.
Gabriel slowly walked into the Showroom, the golden radiance upon his body gradually fading like the light of a firefly.
You don't need to be on guard against me. In this Showroom, there is *** and your two children—neither Jormungand nor *** or OOOO is anyone I can contend with, let alone the fact that the Showroom itself is a terrifyingly massive Barrier.
Gabriel spoke with a rather humble attitude, his gaze falling upon Wood's right arm.
[Arthur's Holy Sword?]
Yes.
Wood feigned calmness.