My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 742: The world of Irth (part-8)

Azzy walked out casually as if nothing had happened.

"Shall we?" he asked.

Leiza remained frozen for a second before snapping out of it, hurrying after him. "Wait! What did you—"

"Later." Azzy's response was final.

Leiza narrowed her eyes but let it go. For now.

Back at the luxurious house provided to them, Azzy's four teammates were already waiting inside.

A tall, silver-haired man leaned against the couch, arms crossed. A busty sharp-eyed girl sat on the table, legs swinging. The last two—a broad-shouldered brute and a calm, calculating woman—stood near the window.

Azzy exchanged nods with them before speaking in a language unlike any other—fluid, melodic, yet carrying a sense of power.

"Ēllimar va'na souir athan." (Report your findings.)

His teammates responded in the same tongue, their voices blending seamlessly in an otherworldly conversation.

Leiza, who had been watching from the corner, discreetly tapped her smartwatch. A soft red light blinked—recording activated.

"Let's see what you're hiding, Rael." She thought, smirking.

After the conversation, Azzy dismissed them and retired to the apartment he was given. The night passed in silence… until midnight struck.

The moment the clock hit twelve, Azzy's eyes opened. He slipped out of bed, threw on his coat, and vanished into the shadows.

The city was asleep, but Azzy wasn't.

His steps were soundless as he navigated through the empty streets, following a faint presence—something dark, something… fallen.

It didn't take long.

At the edge of an abandoned district, a lone figure stumbled through the alley, clutching their side. Their black wings, barely visible under the moonlight, were tattered and bleeding.

Azzy narrowed his eyes. A young fallen angel.

But something was off.

The angel wasn't running from him.

They were running from something else.

Azzy stepped forward, but the angel's eyes widened in fear. With a last burst of strength, they fled into the darkness.

Azzy was about to chase when he noticed something else.

A second figure. It was also a fallen angel.

Collapsed against a broken wall, barely breathing. Unlike the first, this one was different—stronger, older. His presence was powerful despite his injuries.

However, he wasn't a concern for someone like Azzy. This fallen angel is barely in the 7-star soul realm.

"What the hell…" Azzy was taken aback. They were here to investigate the whereabouts of a fallen angel, but he only found two more fallen angels.

For a moment, he debated whether to save this old man or not.

Kneeling down, he placed a hand over the Angel's wound. A golden glow emerged from his palm, seeping into the man's body.

Divine Healing.

The wounds slowly closed, and his breathing steadied.

Azzy exhaled. "You better be worth saving." freewebnσvel.cѳm

Lifting the unconscious stranger onto his back, he disappeared into the night.

Back at the house, the instructor lay unconscious in a spare room, his chest rising and falling steadily.

He carried the stranger and threw him on the couch.

Azzy sat nearby, deep in thought. "Who is this guy? Why were there two fallen angels doing in this city and why was he chasing the other one?" He let out a sigh, staring at the ceiling, "The mission either got more complicated or it became easier. Chronos, what do you think I should do?"

A reply quickly came from the Reaper. "His man is a human, Azrael. He was corrupted by the seed of the fallen."

Azzy suddenly sprung up to his seat. "Why didn't you say it before?" He raised his voice aloud in surprise.

Meanwhile, in her own room, Leiza checked her watch. The recording had been sent.

As she stared at the encrypted file, a smirk tugged at her lips.

"Let's see what you're really hiding, Rael."

*

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the window, his teammates returned from their work.

Their eyes immediately found the couch, where a stranger lay unconscious, his breathing steady but shallow. A tall man with silver hair, Ramiel, led the group, his sharp eyes assessing the situation in an instant.

"Rael," he called softly, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern. "Who's this?"

Azzy, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, opened his eyes and stood. "A fallen angel," he said simply. He glanced toward the stranger. "I found him last night."

The team members exchanged surprised looks, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. Ramiel raised an eyebrow. "A fallen angel? Are you sure?"

Azzy nodded, his expression serious. "I found him with another one. This is no coincidence."

Seraphina, a sharp-eyed girl with a no-nonsense attitude, crossed her arms. "You found two fallen angels? What were they doing in the city?" Her voice was calm but tinged with suspicion.

Azzy's eyes flickered with concern as he began to explain the events of the previous night. "One was injured and fleeing from something. I didn't get a chance to follow them, but I found this one," he gestured to the unconscious figure on the couch. "I healed him, but he's still unconscious."

The team stood in stunned silence. A few moments passed before Ramiel spoke, breaking the tension. "This is beyond our scope. We need to return. Reporting to our superiors is the right move here. We don't have the strength to handle this situation."

Seraphina stepped forward, her voice firm. "I disagree. We need to investigate further. We have a prisoner here who might hold valuable information. We can't leave this matter unresolved."

Azzy remained quiet for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. Caelith, the busty single mother, gave a slow nod. "I agree with Seraphina. Azzy did a good job last night. This might make our mission easier."

Aranis, Caelith's young lover, couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice. His jealousy was evident. "You two think it's such a great idea, huh? Rael, you did well, but you're making things more complicated than they need to be."

Azzy's brow furrowed as he looked at Aranis. He was aware of the undercurrent of jealousy in Aranis's words but didn't address it directly. Instead, he spoke calmly, "What do you want me to do then? I went to investigate the whereabouts of a fallen angel, and I found this."

Caelith added, "What do you suggest then, Aranis? Are you proposing that two of us return and report while the rest of us stay behind?"

Aranis's eyes narrowed. "Exactly. It would make sense to return and report the findings. We don't need to risk further complications. The superiors would take care of their own. If it is only one fallen angel, it would have been fine to hide for the sake of Rael's stupid deal with that mortal but now, there are more of them."

Ramiel shot him a sharp look, his voice stern. "That's not an option. Dividing our team would make us vulnerable. We barely got our instructor back here alive last night, and we don't know how many fallen angels are in this city. You're being short-sighted, Aranis."

Azzy turned to look at Ramiel and nodded in agreement. "Ramiel is right. The original fallen angel might even have an army with him. They work at night, and we've only seen the tip of the iceberg. Splitting up would only make us easier targets unless you want to escape on your own and leave your teammates to death."

"Hey, don't go too far, Rael. It's not like that," Aranis looked momentarily embarrassed, his cheeks reddening. He remained silent, his thoughts racing.

Caelith, ever the calm voice of reason, added, "It's better to wait for the instructor to wake up. Then we can make a decision based on all the information."

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Azzy stood, adjusting the collar of his coat. "I'm going to take care of my duties," he said, his voice steady. "You keep an eye on the fallen angel. We'll talk in the evening."

The team nodded, watching as Azzy left the room. His posture was confident, his eyes sharp with purpose. The others stood still for a moment, processing everything that had been said.

Outside, Azzy slipped into his school uniform, his coat trailing behind him. The city was still, the streets quiet under the early morning sun. As he made his way to the school, his mind worked through the growing complexities of the situation. There were too many questions left unanswered, and time was running out.

The sun had barely risen, casting its soft golden rays on the academy's towering buildings as Azzy and Leiza walked side by side toward the entrance. Azzy kept his pace steady, his expression calm and focused, while Leiza walked beside him, her usual air of confidence more relaxed today, though her mind was clearly elsewhere.

"You still haven't told me how you convinced that stubborn old man," Leiza muttered, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "

Azzy's lips curved into a faint smile. "I told you. That matter is over. There is no need to fret over it."

She decided to forget about it and continued to walk. But then the moment they stepped foot into the main hall, the principal appeared out of nowhere, walking briskly toward them with a warm, almost too enthusiastic smile on his face.

"Ah, Mr. Rael!" the principal exclaimed, clapping his hands together in a display of exaggerated joy. "Welcome back! It's truly an honor to have you here with us again today."

In an instant, it attracted everyone's attention from the students who were going toward their classrooms.

Leiza's eyes widened and she looked at Azzy. "This guy… just what in the hell did he talk to the principal?"