Raphael stood on the tram, hands clasped, praying devoutly. However, the object of her prayer was not God, but Akira.
"Raphael, will she really agree to my request just by riding the tram?"
Gabriel's round head suddenly leaned in, raising a question.
During their time at Angel Academy, the two were rivals, with no special interactions from beginning to end. But today, Raphael suddenly found her and said she wanted to take her to a place. As long as she went, Raphael would grant her one condition. Coincidentally, her living expenses had almost been used up for gacha games. She didn't refuse and came here.
"Of course—and anything is possible."
Raphael showed her angelic smile.
But Gabriel was more concerned about the game activity tonight. "Where exactly are we going?"
Raphael still smiled. "You'll know when we get there."
Not many people were on the tram now. Raphael had also specifically found an empty spot to sit. So, the surroundings were quiet and eerily spacious.
Akira could sense Raphael's speed, so at this moment, he had already gone directly to find them.
Chapter 3 was about the tram. The target would appear on the tram. Although he had Existence Weakening, the tram was a higher level, so Akira had to search for his target on the tram every time.
However, from now on, he might be able to relax a bit. Because Raphael had fallen, she would help Akira find targets. Even if it was only partial, it was already a great help.
Due to excessive laziness, Gabriel's angel halo had turned black, and the black shimmering light was similar to what Raphael had on her head before. This meant Gabriel would also become a Blood Angel. Raphael, however, was unaware of this. She only knew that Gabriel was about to become the Lord's second believer. And she was the first.
Combining Existence Weakening and High-Frequency Vibration, Akira entered the carriage without anyone noticing. Although Raphael couldn't see Akira either, there was a special connection between her and Akira. She could sense that Akira had already descended into this carriage.
"Use your power—let me see the effect."
Akira's voice echoed in Raphael's ear.
Raphael received the command and embraced Gabriel.
Gabriel had seen this kind of "face wash" before, but she still felt a bit strange. "Hey—you called me out here, you're not trying something, are you?"
Gabriel pushed Raphael away and moved a few steps to the side, looking at Raphael warily, trying to discern something from her eyes. But Raphael's eyes were clean and pure, as always.
"How could that be, Gabriel."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gabriel felt something abnormal about her body.
As angels, their thoughts were pure, noble, and positive. They would never have the human desire for procreation. She even felt that there were too many humans now, and it would be better if there weren't so many. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't possibly have that kind of desire erupting from within her body.
But now, Gabriel clearly felt that her body had such a need.
Could it really be because of my extreme laziness that such a perception appeared? No, my potential to become a Fallen Angel was just a joke. Although I play games all day, spend money on them, don't want to go to class, and don't clean my house—none of this proves that I don't want to be a proper angel. In the game, I'm a priest who removes pain and brings happiness to humans. I'm still an angel.
"Eh—Gabriel, what's wrong? Why such a strong reaction?"
From the outside, Gabriel couldn't tell that Raphael had fallen into a Blood Angel; her aura showed no trace. So Gabriel didn't suspect that Raphael was behind this. She just thought to herself silently: It seemed she needed to go to school diligently these next few days and clean up the house.
"Nothing—I just feel we're too close."
Swallowing, Gabriel turned her head.
"Eh~! Gabriel, you're really making me sad. We're from the same batch and go to the same school. Your reaction is a bit too heartless."
Before she knew it, Raphael had come up behind her and was pressing against her. And with that touch, the tremor in Gabriel's heart suddenly intensified.
Damn it—was she really going to fall? To have such a reaction to Raphael. This was truly wrong. It shouldn't be happening. But—this feeling—it was actually a little comfortable.
No, no—this can't be happening. To actually feel comfortable—it seemed she was truly going to fall.
"Raphael, what are you doing? You're an angel, not a demon."
Gabriel shouted, abruptly standing up and creating distance from Raphael. Although her angel halo had turned black, she still unhesitatingly revealed her angel form. Her pure white wings spread, carrying a hint of holiness.
From beginning to end, Akira sat on the opposite side. Raphael also didn't press against Gabriel. Everything was Gabriel's own self-directed performance. Once that desire was planted, no deity below a true god could resist it. Gabriel was not a true god, so she naturally fell into the illusion.
Raphael got up and sat beside Akira, resting her head on his shoulder. "Lord—I can control her illusion and draw out the desires in her heart. This power is perfect for pranks."
Akira nodded. He had truly witnessed the power of a Blood Angel. In Akira's opinion, he didn't have that much energy to create a new type of angel out of thin air. Of course, it wasn't completely unrelated to him; at least it was he who made Raphael fall, which led to this scene.
"Hmm—very good."
Akira genuinely praised it. This ability seemed much lower-level than Bewitch Heart, but it maximized the opponent's experience. Unlike himself, who sometimes only needed to say a few words to guide the other party's thoughts.
"This is the last tram, right?"
"Yes, Lord."
"Then let's wait and see what happens next."
No sooner had he spoken than a ripple suddenly appeared in the distant sky. And that ripple was very familiar; Akira had seen it more than once.
A portal.
But what emerged from it was not Tohru or Lucoa, but a giant dragon. It was completely black, with patterns on its body that looked like magma. Upon closer inspection, it turned out not to be magma at all, but chains that constantly emitted light and heat like magma.
And the moment that black dragon escaped, two figures chased out from inside. One was a Fluttering Moth. The other—Akira looked at and found somewhat familiar. It was Elma of the Harmony Faction, a water dragon with a single horn on her head, and also a foodie—an enemy and friend of Tohru, who had lived together for a long time.
This current scene was likely due to a problem between the Chaos Dragon Clan and the front line, which then spread here.
Seeing no escape, the black dragon decided to fight to the death, opening its mouth and unleashing a scorching Dragon Breath.
"When you're cornered, you should give up struggling. That way, it's better for everyone."
Elma roared, and the trident in her hand glowed. Suddenly, water shot out from nowhere, and hot and cold clashed. The scene was magnificent.
The Fluttering Moth noticed the tram and frowned slightly. "I need to finish this quickly—don't make too much noise."
"You only give orders from the side—why don't you go?"
"I have to watch over those humans, lest they be affected."
Two dragon figures collided in the sky, and for a moment, the earth shook. Elma used all her strength and still pinned the black dragon down. Seeing this, the black dragon opened its mouth to spit a Dragon Breath at Elma. But at this moment, the angel suddenly attacked, smashing the black dragon's head to the side. The Dragon Breath instantly changed direction, spraying toward the direction where Akira and the others were.
At this time, Gabriel, in her illusion, activated her angelic power, and a faint holy light flickered, revealing a sacred aura. This power was certainly not enough to counter the Dragon Breath, but it let the three fighting individuals know—there was an angel on that moving tram.
The Fluttering Moth spat. How unlucky. I could have used the black dragon to get rid of those troubles. Now that Elma sees this, I can only rush toward the Dragon Breath with all my might to save this young angel.
In an instant, the Fluttering Moth transformed into a streak of light. He raised his hand and cast a top-tier defensive magic, Paradise Sanctuary.
But at this moment, the black dragon, knowing it was doomed, disregarded everything and forcibly broke free from its restraints. "The Chaos Dragon Clan will be victorious."
It roared and desperately charged toward the moving tram. It had already decided to trade its life for the angel's life on the tram.
Bang!
Paradise Sanctuary blocked the Dragon Breath, but cracks had already appeared. Coupled with the black dragon's impact, it shattered like glass, piece by piece. The Fluttering Moth's face was filled with panic, but in his panic, the corners of his mouth subtly turned up.
Elma didn't bother to cast magic and hurled her trident forward. The trident instantly transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward the black dragon's neck.
"Human—die."
The huge dragon head had already reached the tram, and the black dragon opened its massive mouth, with fire erupting from within. Just in the preparation phase, the tram's carriage instantly dissolved.
Mr. Akira was originally trying to lure Elma onto the tram. But he didn't expect to attract a large black insect instead.
Damn it. In the Akame ga Kill world, this would probably be a super-super dangerous species, right?
But—
Mr. Akira's thought moved. Space suddenly underwent an inexplicable compression. That pressure squeezed the massive black dragon's body, instantly shattering its metal-hard scales and scattering its flesh and blood. Yet, it seemed to encounter an obstruction, unable to fly out of the predetermined space.
The Fluttering Moth's eyes widened. He hadn't felt any magical fluctuations, and this kind of spatial magic wasn't something just any god could learn. Those who could use it were at least of the True God level.
So, there was a True God present nearby?
Elma flew closer, watching with her own eyes as the black dragon was compressed into a perfect cube.
"This tram has a problem."
This was Elma's instinct. But the Fluttering Moth didn't think so. "There are people from our God Clan on the tram. Judging by the aura, they should be interns from the Angel Academy. With them here, there shouldn't be any danger on this tram."
As he spoke, the Fluttering Moth had already opened a passage in the carriage and walked directly inside. "Memory-wiping magic is very troublesome to use. And it wastes a lot of time."
Elma could hear the Fluttering Moth's complaints, and she understood that the previous action was something the Fluttering Moth had deliberately done because he found it troublesome. He just hadn't expected there to be an angel on the tram.
Watching the two people walk into the carriage, the passengers on the tram reacted differently. Some were joyful, some were fearful. But under the Fluttering Moth's spell, they all became dazed and stood rooted to the spot. Then the tram shook, they suddenly came back to their senses, returned to their seats, and resumed whatever they were doing.
Erasing memories wasn't difficult; the Fluttering Moth was just too lazy to do it. Mere humans—what right did they have to make him, a Battle Angel, make a trip?
Soon, the two arrived at the section where Mr. Akira was.
Gabriel had already woken up; the moment Raphael emitted holy light, she dispelled Gabriel's illusion. So she knew what had happened, but it was as if she knew nothing at all.
"Are you a graduate of this year's class?"
Seeing the opponent's sacred angel halo and that pair of huge angel wings, Gabriel's expression was a little flustered. Because she had almost fallen just now—if this Archangel found out, wouldn't she be sent back to the other side on the spot?
"Yes, senior."
"You too?"
The Fluttering Moth looked at Raphael. And in the instant he met her gaze, Raphael had already, without anyone noticing, pulled him into an illusion.
At this moment, Mr. Akira's hand rose and fell, directly splitting him in half.
Elma immediately retreated, but felt the surrounding air solidify, fixing her in place.
So, what the black dragon encountered just now wasn't spatial magic—but this strange power.
Elma was a bit confused. Where did such a powerful guy come from in this ordinary other world? What did he want to do? Would he kill her too?
"Ah~!"
Gabriel's cry was immediately stifled by Raphael. Moreover, Mr. Akira had already created a sound barrier with his telekinesis, the principle being to compress the air to achieve a shape similar to sound-absorbing foam. And an additional layer of isolation needed to be added outside. The sound simply couldn't get through.
"Oh dear~! I was only a little late, and such a big commotion has already been made?"
Quetzalcoatl Lucoa suddenly appeared. She was a bit surprised. She had sensed earlier that someone had arrived in this world using teleportation magic, and she had also sensed battle fluctuations. But by the time she arrived at the scene, things had already developed to this point.
"Raphael can testify—this wasn't my doing."
Raphael, standing with Mr. Akira, naturally spoke up for him; even if Mr. Akira had acted first, the fault lay with the other party. Moreover, this time it was indeed the other party's mistake.
Lucoa didn't wait for Raphael to speak; she just used magic to observe what had happened and completely understood the situation.
"This time it was indeed their fault. I didn't expect the Chaos Dragon Clan to cause such a big stir this time."
Saying that, she looked at the marks above Gabriel's and Elma's heads. "Hmm—Mr. Akira's harvest this time is quite good."
Mr. Akira naturally knew what she was referring to. "Hmm—not bad at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tram also happened to stop. The voice prompt announced arrival at the terminal station, and Mr. Akira and his group got off the tram, disappearing from the sight of passersby.
"Raphael, what exactly happened just now? What is this adult doing, and why did he kill that Archangel?"
Gabriel was full of questions, her heart itching with curiosity. She really wanted to know the truth—she wanted to know it now.
"If you bark like a dog a couple of times, I'll tell you."
"I'm not Satanichia. I'm not good at imitating puppies."
Raphael smiled slightly, about to answer. But Elma, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted, asking, "This place is already remote enough. I just want to know—why exactly is Lord Quetzalcoatl becoming an accomplice with this person?"
"Accomplice? I don't even know what you're talking about."
Lucoa played dumb; after all, she was a neutral party and didn't help either side. Moreover, the battle over there was so intense that for a short time, no one would care about what happened here. This "short time" was relative to the Dragon Clan. Converted to human time, it would probably be several years. By then, the nature of the situation would have completely changed.
Lucoa looked at Mr. Akira.
Mr. Akira understood, but had no intention of wasting words with them. His gaze roamed between the two of them.
"Which one should I deal with first?"
"Lord—I recommend Gabriel."
Raphael raised her hand, adjusting her ample bosom. Mr. Akira immediately understood.
But could Raphael, who could perceive so keenly and give such a hint, truly be considered an Angel? Well—she had already fallen.
"Gabriel—it's you then."