This person... This angel really came at the wrong time.

Feeling the gaze from the donkey-horse duo, Leon, who was almost successful in "subverting," could only inwardly curse his bad luck, stopping the process of persuading the female angel and letting her will emerge from the dream.

And having shaken off the nightmare of the Holy Mother embracing the devil, the female angel, nearly falling into demonic belief collapse, finally halted her transformation. She stiffly took the orders and glanced at them, nodding with a pale face:

"Understood, once we send this batch of Lost Souls to the Nursing Nest..."

"No waiting!"

Interrupting the female angel, the male angel who came to requisition manpower frowned and said:

"Archangel Mia, the orders clearly state that personnel at the Weaving Vow Facility is severely lacking, almost coming to a halt. This requisition must be executed immediately!"

This...

Hearing the delivering angel’s non-negotiable tone, the female angel couldn’t help but bite her lip, then glanced in Leon’s direction.

As one of the core areas of the Pure Land, the importance of the Weaving Vow Facility is undeniable. Under normal circumstances, she should execute the orders immediately, but now there’s an unknown and powerful human, seemingly of the "same level" as the Holy Mother herself. How could such a dangerous individual be taken to the Weaving Vow Facility?

And if the orders were refused, an explanation would be required, inevitably revealing the other’s identity. Although he currently seems friendly, who knows whether he might suddenly become violent upon his identity being exposed, silencing all the Lost Souls and angels?

"Moo moo? (This... Officer?)"

Feeling that the female angel’s gaze would soon pierce through his cover, Leon had to continue acting like a Lost Soul, awkwardly addressing the angel delivering the orders, then cautiously said:

"Moo moo moo moo moo moo... (Most of us Lost Souls in this batch are beasts from the Shepherd’s Plain, relatively... fierce in nature, so only I and a few feathered ones who haven’t changed wards could get blue tags, may I ask...)"

"The number doesn’t matter, whoever can go should go!"

A sharp change from the previously encountered angels who were kind and gentle, the delivering angel’s face was tense, saying non-negotiably:

"There are plenty of people available at the Nursing Nest. Now ensuring the normal operation of the Weaving Vow Facility must take priority... Archangel Mia, please execute the orders!"

"Okay..."

After several intense struggles in her mind, the female angel ultimately did not dare directly reveal Leon’s identity, facing a mysterious individual capable of easily drawing her into dreams and suspected to be as powerful as the Pure White Holy Mother.

Silently praying for the Holy Mother’s blessing, the female angel gritted her teeth, accepted the orders, and brought Leon and several other feathered ones also wearing blue tags out of the group, heading towards the Weaving Vow Facility along the thick light strands visible everywhere in the Pure Land.

...

The Weaving Vow Facility...

Watching the few angelic figures stepping onto the thick "light network" serving as a pathway and moving towards the Weaving Vow Facility, the Mare Head Lady took a deep breath, an expression of hesitation flashing in her dark horse eyes.

From the conversation between those two high-ranking angels, the possibility of big issues at the Weaving Vow Facility was significant. The secret of the Pure White Holy Mother might be hidden there; maybe she should find a way to follow, but if she follows, then this donkey beside her...

"Why are you looking at me?"

Receiving the gaze from the Mare Head Lady, the Donkey-headed Man, abandoning the annoying licking donkey act from before, raised a hoof to point at the light network reminding:

"It’s time to catch up now, isn’t it? Isn’t that why we’re here?"

"?!!!"

Seeing the Donkey-headed Man abandoning the loud, piercing donkey bray, talking "human language" directly, and the Lost Souls around seeming to be entirely unaware, the Mare Head Lady couldn’t help but be amazed:

"How did you..."

"The scent of the Spiritual Body on you is so strong, I’ve smelled it front to back for more than a week, how could I not know who you are?"

With a donkey-like smile, the Donkey-headed Man’s mouth still stained with dry grass crumbs, its black fur suddenly darkened further, swiftly shedding all color, turning into pitch-black, deeper than the night sky.

Following that, clusters of starlike specks appeared one after another on its void fur and began to overflow towards the surroundings like a puddle of starlit sky turned liquid. In the blink of an eye, it had "flooded" a large area around, leaving only a small patch near the Mare Head Lady’s hoof.

So... you had guessed my identity all along?

Seeing the flesh and blood body gradually vanishing, turning into an expanse of flowing starlit sky, revealing the true form of a starry creature, the Mare Head Lady couldn’t help but inquire angrily:

"Since you knew who I was, what have you been doing these few days? Did you enjoy making fun of me?"

"Uh... not bad?"

Blinking the donkey eyes reflecting the starlit sky, the Stargazer Sovereign, missing the annoying donkey bray, showed its only still-white large front teeth, chuckling:

"Your look of being extremely disdainful yet having to endure, looking at me halfway, is indeed quite amusing. But that’s not the main point, the main point is those angels’ reactions... Should we talk while walking?"

Within the Stargazer Sovereign’s inquiry sound, the surrounding starlit sky swiftly swollen and solidified, returning to the previous donkey-horse duo form, even perfectly replicating the Mare Head Lady’s contemptuous yet reluctantly obliging expression.

"..."

Knowing this, I might as well have disguised myself as a feathered one...

Looking at the replicated version of herself by the Donkey-headed Man, the Mare Head Lady sighed helplessly, soon unfolded a spiritual realm to erase both their existence from everyone’s consciousness, then proceeded with a displeased look onto the light network towards the Weaving Vow Facility.

"Number 11."

Catching up and calling the Mare Head Lady, the Stargazer Sovereign still wearing the donkey’s head with a grin said:

"Although because of the boring ultimate mission, us fourteen must remain guarded against one another, we count as the same kin after all, need not be so cold to me, right?"

"..."

"If you don’t want to talk to me because I toyed with you earlier, I can apologize... Besides, I wasn’t wholly toying with you."

Blinking donkey eyes mischievously, the Stargazer Sovereign smilingly addressed the Mare Head Lady with a dark face:

"In my aesthetics, you truly are an exceptionally stunning beauty at the moment. If I or you weren’t progeny remnants, I might have tried pursuing you; after all, my true form..."

"We’ve already delayed long enough, let’s get to the main point directly."

Cutting off the Donkey-headed Man’s verbosity, the Mare Head Lady said expressionlessly:

"From the moment we arrived in the ward, you’ve been pestering those angels, even repeatedly angering them, testing their tolerance... What exactly have you found out about them?"