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Bokue rarely interfered with the girls' wishes—an indisputable fact.
So this was probably his first time offering his own reference opinion at such a formal occasion.
Accept the Holy Sword. This was Bokue's suggestion.
"Accept... it?"
Irina blinked.
"Well, from my perspective I also hope you can genuinely sign this peace agreement."
Bokue still propped his cheek, voice drifting faintly.
"Otherwise constantly fighting back and forth... would also annoy me."
"I agree with this!"
Words just falling—beside the meeting table, Serafall raised her small hand high with shining eyes.
"After all, if truly constantly fighting, I'd have no time filming my magical girl TV series. So peace is definitely better."
"Serafall..."
Beside her, Sirzechs could only manage a strained smile.
Though in daily life he wasn't particularly dignified, serious, or enjoyed displaying authority—at least at formal occasions, restrain yourself slightly, right?
"Then... I'll accept it."
After brief consideration, Irina still extended her hand, accepting Mimic Holy Sword from Michael before solemnly bowing thanks.
"Thank you, Michael-sama."
"No need for thanks. As I said, the one who should apologize and thank you for forgiveness is me."
Michael's face still radiated warm gentle smile.
Then he finally looked toward Asia—still holding both hands clasped before her chest, seemingly somewhat nervous.
"Asia-san, regarding the unjust treatment you suffered, I still haven't figured out proper compensation. But if you can accept—would Asia-san be willing to reincarnate as an angel?"
"An... angel?!"
These words barely out—beside her, Irina nearly dropped the just-received Mimic Holy Sword from shock.
That was reincarnating from human to angel! Even throughout the entire Church, couldn't pick out many such cases—extremely rare.
At least so far, she'd never personally witnessed any Church believer selected for angel reincarnation.
Most believers basically stopped at exorcist level. Becoming Holy Sword wielders like her was already extremely rare. Being selected for angel reincarnation was the rarest of rare.
For Asia—previously just some remote region's Church saint—that was nearly impossible.
Using Underworld as example: originally you were just some devil squad captain within seventy-two pillar high-class devil noble territory. Then one day suddenly informed you possessed your own territory, becoming existence on equal footing with seventy-two pillar nobility.
The span between was imaginable.
"This..."
Asia obviously understood this point too. Her mouth opened slightly, eyes showing extreme shock.
To those unaware of internal circumstances, perhaps this seemed like compensatory promotion. But for Asia and Michael, so-called angel reincarnation was conversely the least important compensation.
Truly important... was vindication.
Proving she'd never betrayed the Church. Proving the Church's expulsion of her essentially stemmed from ignorant malicious slander.
Though Asia herself had said she no longer cared about what the Church did to her, as a girl with sensitive delicate thoughts—saying "no longer care" was essentially deceiving and hypnotizing herself.
Even the most carefree person, upon suffering false accusations—though usually not thinking about it felt fine—once late at night involuntarily recalling, would still feel like something stuck in the throat.
"By the way, even after reincarnating as angel, Asia-san won't be required to go to Heaven."
Michael continued sincerely.
"You, plus Irina Shidou-san and Xenovia Quarta-san can all continue living anywhere you wish—as diplomatic envoys communicating between mortal realm and Heaven."
"Plus, Asia-san, you already possess power. After reincarnating as angel, you can further strengthen your Sacred Gear usage and your own power."
Simply put—only benefits, no drawbacks.
This...
Asia still hesitated somewhat. Her gaze involuntarily glanced toward the young man's direction at the meeting table's main seat.
She also hoped Bokue could say something to her like he'd suggested to Irina earlier.
"Then agree."
Eh?
Voice came—but wasn't Bokue's voice.
Asia instinctively turned toward the sound. What met her eyes was Irina's cheerfully smiling face.
"Well, I'm just thinking Bokue would definitely say the same, right?"
After saying this, she even raised eyebrows while glancing meaningfully toward Bokue's direction.
"That naturally still depends on what Asia herself thinks."
Bokue shrugged.
"But there's no downside anyway, right?"
"Mmm..."
Hesitating slightly once more, Asia ultimately still nodded.
Indeed. This way both resolved heart knots while strengthening her abilities to help Bokue-san more. Naturally best.
"I agree."
She said.
Michael smiled and nodded: "If that's the case, let's begin here. Won't take too long anyway."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, pressing emptily atop Asia's head. Golden warm radiance blossomed from his palm.
Whoosh—!
Breaking air sounds came. A pair of pure white wings suddenly unfurled from behind the blonde girl. A halo radiating golden radiance formed atop Asia's head.
"This way it's done."
Michael lowered his hand.
"Wow..."
Asia—not even recovered yet—curiously turned to look at wings on both sides behind her. Then she raised her hand to touch the halo atop her head, still looking completely incredulous.
"This way our household is complete."
Rias casually smiled teasingly.
But the next second, Akeno's smiling voice transmitted from beside her.
"Buchou?"
"Uh... oh, sorry Akeno."
Rias—still showing faint smile moments ago—after glancing at her good friend beside her immediately turned to apologize.
Why apologize?
This question just arose in Asia's heart. But before she could inquire why—
Just then, footsteps came from behind—outside the meeting room door's corridor—plus arriving simultaneously was a certain Fallen Angel Governor's classic middle-aged laugh.
"Sorry, sorry! You've all arrived already? I was slightly delayed by some matters—truly sorry... ara? This formation—did I miss something?"
While speaking, Azazel came to the meeting room entrance. Upon entering and looking inside, he happened to see Asia with angel wings spread plus Archangel Michael standing before the girl. He froze slightly.
"No problem. We just finished here too."
Rias was about to turn and speak, but inadvertently glimpsed her good friend's expression instantly turning cold as ice.
What's happening?
The red-haired girl looked toward the doorway.
Besides Azazel who'd just arrived, she saw behind him—as usual like a bodyguard—White Dragon Emperor Vali, plus... another somewhat taciturn middle-aged man.
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