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"I want to invite you to become my envoy," Anos said seriously, "and help me spread my faith."
Asia's response was immediate and unwavering.
"Mr. Kanzaki… even though I've left the Church, I still believe in the Lord. I could never spread someone else's faith."
"Whatever hardships I've faced must be a trial from Him, No matter what happens, I will continue to believe."
This was a matter of principle, She would not bend.
"Asia… your suffering has already ended."
Anos looked into her green eyes, his gaze deep and steady.
"…What?"
She froze.
What did that mean?
Who had the authority to tell her that her suffering was over?
The Lord Himself? A Seraph at His side?
"Asia… take my hand."
Anos stood and extended his hand toward her.
She hesitated.
For a moment, she thought his eyes had turned gold.
Maybe it was just her imagination.
Across the table—
Ophis finally showed visible surprise.
To be certain, she rubbed her eyes.
When she looked again, the difference remained.
"…Interesting."
She watched Anos closely.
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Asia stared at his hand.
Just like before when he had helped her up from the ground—
By the time she realized what she was doing, she was already touching him.
In an instant, her own eyes turned gold as well.
"…What is this?"
Countless visions flooded her mind.
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
Holiness.
Redemption.
It rose from within her naturally, like a forgotten truth awakening, It felt as though every stain upon her soul had been erased.
As though the world itself had been forgiven.
In that moment—
Asia taking Anos' hand was, in a sense, like Adam reaching toward God.
"Mr. Kanzaki…? No… Lord…?"
She whispered.
Now she understood what he meant.
Her suffering had ended because the Lord had seen her heart and come in person.
Of course.
If it were the Lord, cleansing Fallen Angels from His domain would be nothing unusual.
Anos felt the shift in her conviction immediately.
[Ding.]
[Green Treasure Chest opened.]
[Reward obtained — Scripture (Infinite Replication).]
[Scripture: A Bible that can be infinitely reproduced. Through it, divine blessings and protections may be granted…]
"So, Asia," he asked gently, brushing a hand through her golden hair, "will you help me?"
"Yes… yes! I will, I will."
She fumbled for something to wipe her tears—
Only to realize she was clutching the fabric of his clothes.
"Just call me Anos."
He smiled faintly.
Being called "Lord" made him uncomfortable.
Technically, it wasn't inaccurate.
But hearing it directed at himself felt strange.
Perhaps his skin simply wasn't thick enough yet.
"Anos…?"
"If that is the Lord's wish… then may I call you Anos-san?"
She laughed softly through her tears.
A light sound interrupted them.
Ophis had risen from her seat, the hem of her dress brushing against the table.
She walked toward Anos.
Asia had never seen Ophis act this proactively before.
"You are a god," Ophis said quietly. "But not her."
She knew the nature of the Biblical God's existence.
It was not this.
And this one—
Was too weak.
Even reborn, that being would not be so fragile.
"Ophis, I do need to speak with you," Anos replied calmly. "But could you wait just a moment?"
He had sensed something else.
A purple treasure chest had appeared nearby.
The timing was perfect.
"Hmm? What is it?"
Ophis tilted her head slightly.
"It concerns Asia."
Another chest had been triggered, not far from here.
Its condition was almost laughably simple.
[Ding.]
[Purple Treasure Chest triggered.]
[Unlock Condition — The Fear of Diadora Astaroth.]
The one who had triggered it was Diadora Astaroth, a devil noble.
He had come to Asia.
Not for her beauty alone—
But for the value of a fallen saint.
After all—
He was nothing if not a deviant.
"Asia, Ophis Come with me."
Anos took both their hands.
Asia didn't resist.
Instead, she focused on the warmth of his touch.
So this is what the Lord's warmth feels like…
Whether it was faith or simply his presence, she felt safe.
Ophis, meanwhile, did not fully understand the purpose—
But holding hands was… interesting.
A quiet pulse of magic.
Anos activated a spatial formation and transported it to a secluded location near the target.
Ophis offered no resistance, making the transfer effortless.
"See him?" Anos gestured ahead, a faint smile on his lips. "The man pacing back and forth over there."
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