My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 743: The world of Irth (part-9)

Students watched in astonishment as the principal practically hovered around Azzy, guiding him from one place to another, as if treating him like royalty.

The principal's mannerisms were almost exaggerated—too perfect, too warm, too eager.

"Mr. Rael, your schedule for today has been adjusted to accommodate all your needs. Allow me to accompany you to your first class," he said, his voice laced with enthusiasm, his hands clasped in a respectful gesture.

Azzy's expression darkened.

"I don't need a tour guide," Azzy muttered, his voice low but firm. "I'm fine on my own."

The principal's smile faltered for just a second but quickly recovered. He gave an eager nod and followed Azzy step by step, practically hovering at his side. It was like Azzy couldn't shake him off.

After a few minutes of this, Azzy's patience finally snapped. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway, turning to face the principal with a sharp, annoyed look.

"Get lost," Azzy said coldly, his voice full of authority.

The principal's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't argue. With a quick bow, he backed off and turned to leave, still maintaining an air of reverence as he did. Azzy sighed in relief as he finally had space to breathe. This situation had escalated far beyond his liking, and he couldn't help but feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Leiza, who had been watching this entire exchange with amusement, chuckled softly as she caught up to him.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked, her tone incredulous. "You've got the principal acting like your personal servant. How did you pull that off? Just what happened in those two minutes yesterday?"

Azzy glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It's a secret."

Leiza raised an eyebrow, not satisfied with the answer. "A secret? Seriously, don't keep me hanging like this! How did you do it?"

But Azzy just shrugged. "I told you. It's a secret."

Frustrated but intrigued, Leiza let it go—for now. Something about Azzy's response intrigued her more than she cared to admit, but she couldn't shake off the odd behavior of the principal.

After lunch, Leiza's curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to pay a visit to the principal's office. Her plan was simple: get some answers.

If Azzy doesn't want to tell, she will try getting her answers from the old man who was acting like a subordinate.

When she arrived, the principal was seated at his desk, looking more calm and collected than he had earlier in the day. But there was still something off about him. Leiza crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Mr. Principal, I need to know something," she said, her voice cutting through the silence. "What's going on with you and Rael? Why are you treating him like... that?"

The principal looked up at her, his expression unreadable, but there was an air of something deeper lurking in his eyes—something she couldn't quite place.

"I can't share that information with you, Miss Leiza," he said, his tone polite but firm. "Even if you threaten me with using your uncle's name, I cannot tell you."

Leiza's eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, her posture demanding answers. "You can't tell me? Why not?"

The principal leaned forward slightly, his eyes shifting as if making sure no one was listening. "All I can say Mr. Rael is someone we cannot offend, Miss Leiza. We have to treat him with utmost respect—like servants. Only by doing so can we attain heaven."

Leiza's blood ran cold at his words. Attain heaven? The principal's words felt too unnatural, like he was reading from some sort of script. His voice had taken on a reverent tone, and his eyes gleamed with something she couldn't describe. His expression almost seemed hypnotized.

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She turned and left the room, her mind swirling with questions. She had expected to get answers, but instead, she felt more lost than ever. What kind of power does Azzy have over this man? she wondered.

Once Leiza was gone, the principal sat back in his chair, his hands clasped together in deep thought. His mind wandered back to the events of the previous day, when he had witnessed something that he couldn't fully explain.

His eyes glazed over as he recalled the memory. He had seen it—there was no denying it. A being, a figure so divine, so powerful, it could only be described as an angel. Azzy had appeared before him, but he was not the boy he had met today. No, this Azzy had been transformed—his six wings spread wide behind him, a glowing halo above his head, divine light radiating from every pore of his body.

The principal's lips parted in awe as he mumbled to himself, "I... I was graced with the presence of an angel."

The words seemed to leave his lips almost automatically, his eyes distant, as if trapped in a trance. The memory of Azzy's true form burned brightly in his mind. He had seen something divine, something sacred. Azzy was no longer just a student. He was a being of a higher power, someone they could not even begin to comprehend.

The principal leaned back in his chair, his hands trembling slightly as he whispered under his breath, "It is a testament to my faith. Millions are following the ways of atheism, and they think our Torah is nothing more than a book of stories written by some writers thousands of years ago. His presence is just enough to say everything written in the Torah might be true. The heaven is true, and the hell is true. Haha… And I'm one of the few people who knows this… Oh, Lord, please grace us with…" He went down to his knees and went on praying.

Leiza, meanwhile, was far from finished with her investigation. But after her encounter with the principal, she was more confused than ever. What is the truth about Azzy? What is he really?

It was a quiet lunchtime, and most of the students had already dispersed, leaving the cafeteria nearly empty.

Leiza had made sure her friends were out of the way, giving her the perfect opportunity to confront Azzy without distractions. She sat down across from him, eyes narrowed with determination. Azzy, however, appeared unfazed, taking a slow bite of his lunch.

"You're avoiding the question," Leiza stated, her voice sharp, a trace of frustration creeping in. "I need to know what's going on, Rael. Tell me, did you know how to hypnotize people too?"

Azzy glanced up from his food, his expression unreadable. "I told you already. I'll tell you when the mission's over."

Leiza crossed her arms, not backing down. "That's not good enough." She leaned forward slightly. "You'll tell me sooner or later, so how about this?"

With surprising decisiveness, she stuck out her little finger. "Pinky promise me that you'll tell me when the mission is over. No more evading."

Azzy stared at her for a moment, trying to read the sincerity in her eyes. Despite the firmness in her voice, there was a trace of childishness to her demeanor—an endearing, almost desperate need for answers.

He let out a resigned sigh, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I promise. Now, stop pestering me."

Leiza smiled smugly, her eyes sparkling with victory. "Pinky promise. You can't back out now."

Azzy shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're impossible."

Back at the house, the atmosphere had shifted. Captain Astro, who had been unconscious for what felt like an eternity, was finally awake. His eyes blinked open as he slowly took in his surroundings. His body was sore, his movements sluggish, but he was no longer in the grasp of unconsciousness.

His teammates were gathered around him, expressions ranging from concern to impatience. The elderly fallen angel, still unconscious, was chained by energy bindings, lying helpless on the floor. The fallen angel's body was battered, showing the marks of a brutal fight.

Azzy's teammates had been waiting for Astro's recovery before making any decisions. Now that their captain had returned to full consciousness, the air was thick with tension. Astro's sharp eyes scanned the room, his gaze landing on the imprisoned fallen angel.

"Report," he rasped, his voice hoarse from unconsciousness.

Ramiel stepped forward first, his arms crossed. "The situation is more complicated than we anticipated. We found not one but two additional fallen angels, and they are connected to the one we were tracking."

The rest of the team exchanged uneasy glances, knowing that this development would change the course of their mission. They couldn't afford any mistakes now.

Astro's expression grew serious as he processed the information. "We can't afford to underestimate them. Keep the fallen one contained. We need to know everything about them."

The room fell silent as the weight of the situation settled in.

This mission, which had already been complicated, was growing more dangerous by the hour.