Wayne frowned, confused by the complexity of the evolution. Suddenly, he thought of the possibility of body possession. After all, it was Saint George’s blood. What if Heaven had the insidious tradition of possession, too? Then, once the corruption succeeded, his secretary would become the royal family’s ancestor.

Thinking of the hidden threat, Wayne tapped into the sacred power in his body without hesitation, his eyes glowing with golden light. By utilizing all of his Golden Law of Angels, he conjured a holy lance with his thoughts, charging into the sphere of white flames.

Immediately, he saw the Eye of Judgment looking down at everything, its destructive power wild and violent like a rampaging great dragon. Heaven and earth rumbled under the devastation, and everything in between shuddered in fright.

Sensing the intrusion of Wayne’s thoughts, the presence raged, turning into vicious, overwhelming tides that swept over everything and destroyed heaven and earth, as if planning on devouring the whole world.

Wayne saw the color of blood beyond the presence. It blazed like fire threatening to burn the sky and resembled a pool of blood hanging from said sky. Its terrifying and awe-inspiring nature could not be put into words.

The killing intent was tremendous!

Without hesitation, Wayne thrust his holy lance down and broke through the layers of killing intent, reaching Mona’s side. Her three pairs of wings were unfurled. As she resisted the pressure of the Eye of Judgment, her brows furrowed. Sensing Wayne’s approaching thoughts, she reached up to hold the lance.

The cracks of the contract mended, signifying her absolute loyalty.

The terrible pressure shrouding the world instantly dissipated. The Eye of Judgment slowly faded, and after an imperceptible sigh, the six pairs of wings behind Mona’s back vanished. A golden cross took their place and glowed.

In the center of the light, golden patterns wove into an eye, merging with Mona’s body. Her eyes fluttered open by a crack. She looked at the holy lance in her grip and the thoughts it contained, her gaze icy.

A moment later, she made a sound of confusion. She sensed something else in her body: a curse from hell!

Mona frowned, wondering where the seal came from. She tried to break it down, but failed. She closed her eyes.

The stigma of the Eye of Judgment faded. Among the six wings, only one pair remained.

After the sphere of sacred flames disappeared, Wayne took a step forward and caught his falling secretary. Seeing her in slumber, her brows knitted tightly together, he couldn’t help but question everything.

“There were three pairs of wings, if I hadn’t seen wrong. Is Saint George such a high-ranking angel?”

“Thankfully, I’ve managed to thwart him.”

Wayne sensed his contract and patted Mona on the bottom. “...Hey, wake up. Morning’s come.”

Aside from the pure white wings, Mona didn’t show any traits resembling the eldritch horrors that were the original angels. Wayne couldn’t tell if the evolution was successful. He only knew that this baptism had made his secretary more beautiful, like plastic surgery. The dignified look around her eyes, especially, was alluring because of its purity.

Mona opened her eyes, focusing on the face that was mere inches from her. She put her arms around Wayne’s neck, letting out a lazy huff as she leaned in.

“No rush. Let me examine your body first.”

Wayne entered her body with his thoughts. She was still the same, showing no angelic traits. Based on that alone, the evolution must have failed. Moreover, her Silver Cross was gone, and there was no Golden Triangle, either. Her balance now took a different form—she herself was the embodiment of balance, with her thoughts being tightly connected to her body.

Wayne studied her but couldn’t figure her out. She was neither an angel nor a mage. He didn’t understand her representation of life right now.

She had a human appearance, angel wings, and Holy Light as clear as crystals. Gone was the balance of a human mage, leaving her unable to grow stronger through conventional means... She was a confusing contradiction.

While Wayne examined her, Mona was also inspecting herself. She looked at the back of her hand first, her expression tightening when she found no stigma.

“Master, my contract’s gone.”

“No, it’s still there. I can sense it.”

“But the stigma...”

Mona now sensed the contract. She tried to trigger her stigma, but she couldn’t see its light anywhere. Her anxiety grew.

“Um, I think I see it,” Wayne said stiffly, in disbelief.

“Where?”

Rather than saying anything, Wayne conjured a water mirror with a wave, letting Mona check herself.

Looking at her now enhanced beauty, Mona smothered a smile of pleasant surprise. There were so many beautiful women around Wayne that she seemed ordinary in comparison, which had been a source of insecurity for her.

“Master, I’ve become—” She paused, opening her mouth and seeing the golden stigma on her tongue. It was hidden quite well.

When she dispersed the Golden Law in her body, the stigma disappeared, and when she triggered it, the stigma reappeared.

Wondering why her stigma had moved, Mona turned to Wayne for an answer.

“Don’t look at me. I’m as confused as you are. How are you feeling? Any discomfort?” Wayne asked. He wondered what her current balance meant.

Mona shook her head, feeling no discomfort. “My Golden Triangle is gone, but my balance is even more stable now. I—”

She didn’t know how to describe it. Her power was beyond strong, and the endless supply of energy seemed like it would never run out. Moreover, the power was still growing—slow, but clearly noticeable to her.

“So, this is a good thing, isn’t it?”

“I suppose.”

“...” x2

The two stared at each other, seeing the same confusion about the situation. Mona opened her mouth, still hung up on the stigma’s changed location, worried that something had gone wrong with the contract. She asked Wayne to examine her.

“I can’t say no to you. Let me check.” Wayne lowered his head and licked into her mouth. After a moment, he pulled back with a string of saliva between them. “I’ve checked. Nothing’s wrong.”

Mona stiffened. For some reason, she felt a faint aversion to such intimacy. She figured it might be a side effect of the evolution, so she asked for more kisses to get used to it.

Conflict escalated with more attempts, and an exchange of saliva turned into an exchange of other fluids. In the process, Mona could sense a revulsion that stemmed from the bottom of her heart. She tamped it down with even more passionate clashes, and soon, the feeling vanished.

She felt good again!

So did Wayne.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Mona tucked her wings in and put her clothes back on in front of Wayne. She had become more and more professional as a secretary.

“Boss, my body has changed quite a lot. Something doesn’t feel right...”

Mona put on her glasses, but the world became blurry. Only after she took off the lens did her vision clear up.

She didn’t take off the frame. Instead, she conjured plano lenses as a replacement. She was used to wearing glasses, so going without felt like a loss. Moreover, glasses were her feature. She knew how much Wayne liked her with them.

He especially liked it when she looked down at him from the corner of her eye while adjusting her glasses, better paired with a derisive gaze like he was the worst student in the class. That always got him going.

He could go without the outfits provided by her cross, but not the glasses.

Mona put her cross pendant back on and stored it in her bosom. She waved her hand sideways, saying in surprise, “Boss, I can open a personal storage now.”

“Yes, your thoughts have become incredibly powerful, like you’ve ascended heaven with a step. Don’t go to the detective agency for the next two days. I need to study you thoroughly.”

“Okay.”

Mona nodded. She had sensed her change and was confused by her dislike of intimacy with Wayne. She wanted to know the cause.

***

October fifteenth.

After a night of exhausting work, Kael hurried to the hotel to find Archibald. His love had come to an end, and nothing but mundanity awaited him in Londan. He yearned for the poetry and romance he would find in the Papal State.

Archibald would like to turn away such a freak. If there hadn’t been only seven reincarnated angels, no addition or replacement possible, he wouldn’t have accepted Kael as a fellow angel.

Archibald didn’t let his disapproval show. To improve his relationship with his colleague, he accepted Kael’s invitation to the bar, Fallen Angel, leaving Titus at the hotel.

“Blegh—”

That day, Archibald saw a new world. He admitted that Kael was more like an angel than a human.

No ordinary human could take that!

***

Wayne stopped paying attention to Kael, glad that Archibald would take the freak out of Londan. Today was Vera’s birthday. She dragged him out of bed early in the morning, grooming him and picking clothes for him.

Kristen scowled. Why was Vera’s birthday celebration held at her home? Where was Veronica? Wasn’t she going to beat Vera to death? Why hadn’t she done so?

Come already. I won’t stop you this time, promise.

Despite her annoyance, Kristen still helped Vera plan and pick her clothes, making sure she was dressed up prettily for the occasion.

That was the kind of person Kristen was. She never voiced her grievances and only ever showed concerns for Vera and Veronica. If she had even shown a little defiance, Vera wouldn’t have moved into Wayne’s residence, and Wayne wouldn’t have carried her into the master bedroom so many times at night.

Veryl was tasked with organizing the birthday celebration. Her professional arrangement pleased Vera.

“Mr. Cushing, Mrs. Carter, welcome.” Veryl welcomed the Watsons at the door, bowing slightly with a smile. “Mistress Vera is getting ready upstairs. The weather is pleasant today. Knight Valkyrie is sword training in the garden. You may enjoy some snacks there while you wait.”

Carter nodded with a smile. The butler of a noble family was something else. Even when Veryl was just standing there without saying anything, the way he held himself satisfied her. The fact that he had addressed Vera as ‘Mistress Vera’ meant that her daughter hadn’t been mistreated since moving in.

There was more than one lady in this house, though.

Carter sighed. She had tried to talk some sense into her daughter, but it was no use. The girl shook her head like she was playing percussion with her twintails, insisting on staying in the burning pit.

Carter shot her husband an aggrieved look. I don’t care. It’s all your fault!

“Cushing, Carter, here you are.”

Wayne came down to the ground floor with a smile, nodding at Carter. His vision was suddenly blocked by a tall, steaming wall, and then he found himself wrapped in strong arms.

Slap!

Cushing clapped Wayne on his back in a good mood. Strangely, he had taken an instant liking to Wayne, never feeling agitated that Wayne had stolen his daughter like other fathers-in-law.

If it weren’t inappropriate for one to call their son-in-law brother, Cushing would call Wayne that.

Following the noises of tires screeching across the ground, two black cars parked outside the gate to Wayne’s residence. Both tried to enter first.

Veronica rolled down the window and popped her head out, trying to see who the brutes were. She immediately saw a stunning beauty in an airy white dress, leading a pair of twins out of the car. The stunning woman wore a black veil that covered half of her face, but her incredible beauty still shone through.

“...”

At that moment, Veronica remembered the terror Senna had inflicted.

Where’s my general and strategist? Come save your sovereign.