Floxi’s words caused a sudden shift in the atmosphere.
Perhaps sensing the loss of control, Cecilia lightly raised her hand.
A magic barrier appeared, isolating the three of them from the noisy venue.
“Sorry, perhaps I chose my words poorly,” Cecilia said, nodding slightly after doing all this.
“I didn’t mean that Lady Luwei is a burden to you.”
Cecilia’s voice was cold, carrying an undeniable authority.
“Becoming an angel… all your emotions, all your experiences, will become burdens to you.”
“True angels… when they blow the Trumpet of Doomsday, they will never have a single shred of attachment to the mortal world.”
Perhaps it was Floxi’s sacred aura that inspired Cecilia.
In any case, she got carried away and explained a lot.
“As an angel, you will come to know that on this continent abandoned by the God-Lord, every grain of dust carries a price…”
“The true feelings you see and know are nothing but hypocrisy wrapped in a beautiful cloak…”
But Cecilia didn’t notice that beside her, Luwei’s expression was growing more and more strange.
‘What is this person talking about?’
‘The project team must have hired a cheap writer again…’
‘This embarrassing, nonsensical, cliché-filled riddle-speak—every word reeks of a shoddily made, cash-grab mobile game!’
But for now, Luwei could only hold her nose and listen.
Not only that, she had to clap and applaud, putting on an expression of complete approval.
The reason?
For Floxi’s sake.
Even if she had to coax and deceive, she had to get Floxi to join the Holy Church.
No matter what, that was her best destination.
At least, that’s what Luwei believed.
“Believing in the God-Lord… requires abandoning your past.”
But for some reason, Floxi’s voice seemed heavy.
Luwei had never heard her speak in such a tone.
“Why must I abandon… the past that shaped me, that lifted me?”
Floxi’s state was very off.
Even Cecilia seemed to notice her strangeness.
“I’m sorry, but that is the doctrine of the God-Lord.”
“…I’m not interested in your faith.”
Floxi tossed out that sentence coldly, making as if to leave.
But Cecilia grabbed her wrist.
“Floxi, this is your destiny as an angel.”
Cecilia said this somewhat against her own conscience.
She knew full well that angels had no obligation to serve the Church.
But she didn’t understand why—even a newly born angel like Floxi held such hostility toward the God-Lord.
They were clearly of the same origin, mutually attracted, interdependent…
“The Church needs you. The people need your guidance.”
But her words only provoked even stronger resistance from Floxi.
“What does what you say have to do with me?”
Floxi shook off Cecilia’s hand, her gaze even tinged with hostility.
But Cecilia stubbornly tried to persuade her.
“We can compensate you until you are satisfied!”
“After you leave Kares Territory, you don’t have to worry about your family and friends. The Church can take care of them for you.”
“Besides, Lady Luwei has agreed. Are you going to go against her wishes?”
It was only when Cecilia mentioned Luwei’s name that Floxi’s expression finally softened.
She turned to look at the silver-haired girl not far away.
“Do you think so too?”
‘Why drag me into this again?’
Seeing both of them turn to look at her, Luwei immediately straightened her back, her voice taking on a grave tone.
“Floxi, you deserve a bigger stage…”
Luwei didn’t say much more, but her attitude was one of tacit consent.
Floxi recalled a memory of facing Luwei, who was crying like a flood of tears.
And herself, like a piece of emotionless wood, standing dumbly, watching it all happen.
Until the next day, when the merciless angel hid inside Floxi’s heart, her emotions were finally released.
The first feeling Floxi had was an unparalleled fear.
She was afraid of becoming that kind of person.
She was afraid of becoming the “thankless wolf” or “usurping adopted daughter” that Her Highness spoke of.
Floxi saw the price of power.
So she secretly decided that this power could only be used to protect Lady Luwei.
But now, this strange person had jumped out, accusing Floxi of not resisting the transformation of that power.
Saying she was destined to become that heartless and ruthless person.
“Your Highness, I don’t want to go.”
Floxi said firmly, casting aside her usual cowering demeanor.
The angel dwelling in her heart gave her strength.
“Even if it’s your wish, I won’t go.”
Floxi shook off Cecilia’s hand and walked directly to Luwei.
Looking at the silver-haired girl half a head shorter than herself—eyes darting, expression guilty.
Floxi only wanted to hear her true thoughts.
“Now… do you still insist on driving me away?”
Luwei turned her head away, unwilling to meet Floxi’s piercing gaze.
“Yes.”
“Still haven’t realized? You’re useless now.”
“Having Li Ke and Shuangsha protect me is enough.”
But even with Luwei saying this, Floxi still didn’t give up.
“In your heart… do you still hate me?”
Floxi’s voice was thick with nasality.
Facing this direct question, Luwei felt trapped.
She began to doubt whether her decision was correct.
Luwei knew that, because of the plot, she had never stopped being harsh to Floxi from the very beginning.
Even when Floxi showed goodwill, even when she wanted reconciliation.
This harshness was without reason, especially directed at Floxi alone.
Luwei used Floxi as a punching bag, taking out her frustrations whenever she had nothing to do, which also helped her feel like the vicious young lady she was supposed to be.
But then Luwei discovered that under these circumstances, Floxi actually showed affection for her…?
Fake.
Luwei quickly came to that judgment.
It was only because Floxi had long been in the victim’s seat that she, as the perpetrator, could throw out a little kindness and make Floxi feel grateful.
This kind of affection was superficial, even something Luwei had imposed on Floxi.
Exactly because of this, Luwei believed that keeping Floxi by her side was actually unfair to her.
Trying to prevent Floxi from meeting her was also based on this idea.
As long as she kept her distance, as long as their relationship was no longer that of oppressor and oppressed, this false affection would soon dissipate.
So, Luwei quietly turned her gaze to Floxi, whose eyes were red and lips tightly pressed.
Better to have a short pain than a long one.
Parting with Floxi would also make her feel sad.
But Floxi’s connection with the Church was determined by the plot.
Rather than waking up every morning to see Floxi waiting by her side…
Luwei would rather that the next time they met, Floxi had become a towering strong one.