A Divine Miracle Walking Among Us

At this moment, on the seventh day, at seven in the morning, all the sacred numbers for birth have been successfully gathered, which is the time of "Christmas" that Rovey mentioned.

Realizing this, Aozaki Touko decisively chose to leave work and stopped stopping the two people in front of her.

"Huh?"

Kenneth was completely dumbfounded by what he saw.

However, at this moment, Aozaki Touko had already moved to the side and sat quietly on the bench. Her original murderous intent had completely disappeared, and her beautiful eyes revealed a hint of smile and anticipation, just like an audience member waiting for a movie to start.

Although Kenneth didn't understand what she was trying to do, it was best that Aozaki Touko had stepped aside.

However, just as he was preparing to forge ahead, suddenly...

An extremely familiar, unmasked aura of magic emanated from the depths of the manor.

"That is..."

He turned around in disbelief and saw a pale blue figure slowly emerge on the stone path in the courtyard.

He wore a simple blue robe and Crown of Thorns, simple yet holy. His long, smooth, dark brown hair fell casually over his shoulders. His face was thin and refined, and his eyes revealed endless compassion and special love. A gentle smile played on his lips, as if he could embrace all the suffering in the world.

Although his figure was unremarkable, he exuded a special aura that inspired both conviction and admiration in his every move.

For a moment, Kenneth and Litael even thought they were hallucinating.

His Crown of Thorns, his plain robe, and his current demeanor made it seem as if the figure who often appeared in murals and scriptures had truly reappeared.

But it was only a momentary lapse in concentration. In the next instant, he had already traversed a long distance and arrived directly in front of the two of them.

"It's been a long time! Mr. Kenneth, and Miss Litael, you've both become even more beautiful. Are you here to celebrate Christmas?"

Rovey opened his arms and smiled at the two people in front of him.

"And... are those people behind you here to witness this too? That's really a headache, since the courtyard is too small to bury so many people."

Following Rovey's words, a series of black cars pulled up in front of the manor, and dozens of people got out in an instant. They all looked like acquaintances, at least the people he had bet with were there.

Clearly, the time Aozaki Touko delayed allowed them to arrive in time.

"The Department of Law... they really came after all. Damn it, it's too late..."

Kenneth's face turned ashen as he watched Barthomeloi emerge from the black sedan. He felt utterly hopeless.

Facing this group of menacing fellows, Rovey showed no fear whatsoever, and instead walked out to meet them quite naturally.

"—Welcome to my world, everyone."

A slight smile played on his lips, as bright as the morning sun. In his eyes, these people who had rushed over were not enemies ready to fight, but rather honored guests he had warmly invited, radiating composure and confidence, and a hint of...

"Divinity"

Chapter 157 Miracles Walking Among Humans

"Crowley, you damn bastard, finally get out here!!"

Seeing Rovey beside him, who remained completely unperturbed and, instead of thinking about escape, was instead launching into a tirade against the Department of Law, Kenneth's face darkened even further.

"Oh, teacher, don't worry, the seventh day of 'Christmas' has arrived, and miracles will eventually happen."

Rovey's eyes remained calm, unconcerned by Kenneth's pent-up rage, his figure brushing past him like a gentle breeze.

Then, he naturally encountered an even fiercer rage from the other party.

"You little rascal! Even now, you're still indulging in unrealistic daydreams, fantasizing about your 'Christmas'? Do you think dressing up as the Holy Child makes you the Holy Child?"

Do you really understand what you've done?

At this moment, Kenneth was so angry with Rovey that he was practically fuming. He turned around and hurriedly reached out to grab him, but even though they were only a few steps apart, the space between them seemed to stretch infinitely, making it impossible for him to reach him.

"I extracted all the magic of London to perfect my theory, using the Law Book and the Church as templates and foundations. Then, I used alchemical theory to gather the key 'points' of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, finally completing the true creation of God—and the result was that my efforts were not in vain. It can be said that I used all of London's Leyline to exchange for a chance for humanity to choose a new future. Can the Sephirot Leyline of London really compare to a true god?"

Rovey continued walking forward with his hands behind his back. He didn't even look back, and continued to speak in his usual light and casual manner.

At this moment, due to the ritual, his state was clearly influenced by the nature of the "Holy Son," making him somewhat detached from ordinary people. Moreover, as Magus, he was inherently extremely self-centered, or rather, all Magus are like that.

The so-called calmness and rationality are just superficial things. At a deeper level, they are actually extremely self-centered and stubborn, and persistent in moving forward towards a certain goal.

The Magus's arrogance is probably reflected in this moment.

"... The Law Book, the Sephirot, the Kabbalah Tree of Life, you've completely gone mad. Stitching together the Magecraft base is utter nonsense. I'm out of options now. If you have any ideas, get out of here quickly."

"The price to pay will come from the wrath of all Magus, and even the entire Magecraft World. No one dares to take it, and no one can withstand it!!"

Kenneth took a deep breath and then snapped at Rovey in a shrill voice.

At this moment, he is not expecting any particular outcome.

He wanted to see Rovey either dominate the battlefield or use other methods, as long as he could leave this place.

I can't help him get out of here. Instead, I have to try my best to break free of this relationship, since the entire Mage Families can't afford to gamble with it.

However...

"Is that so? Then why not just let something non-human take over?"

Rovey's answer remained as nonchalant as ever.

"It's alright, Mr. Kenneth, I'm not going anywhere today."

"You bastard?"

Bang--!

Just as Kenneth was about to say something, an explosion suddenly rang in his ears.

The group looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the Magus from the Department of Law had already begun their work in perfect unison. They were using different weapons to saw through the iron gate of the manor, making room for cars to drive in. Soon, these cars had surrounded the entire courtyard in concentric circles.

Then the important figures who were sitting inside also got out of the car at the same time.

The silver-haired old woman, dressed in fashionable green, had a cold gaze, but the first person she noticed was Aozaki Touko, who was sitting on the bench watching the show. A new, thick cloud immediately settled over her already unpleasant face.

"Aozaki Touko... So even you got involved... I knew you wouldn't have good intentions coming back. Those bunch of Aristocratic Faction idiots are completely blind!"

Seemingly enraged to the extreme, the silver-haired old woman, who had always been mindful of her image and maintained an elegant demeanor, suddenly began to curse without any regard for her appearance, startling the Magus beside her.

"Hey, watch your mouth, Baluereita, you damned old hag... If you want to fight, let's go to the back and talk?"

Since things had come to this, Aozaki Touko didn't tolerate her anymore. She raised her hand and pointed to the backyard of the manor, signaling the old woman to come with her. She would definitely show her what it meant to settle all old and new scores at once.

"You..."

"Miss, Aozaki, these are turbulent times, and we have no intention of being your enemy."

Although Lord Baluereita wanted to teach this woman a lesson, Trambellio stopped her in time and shifted his gaze from Aozaki Touko to the tall figure in the center of the courtyard, who possessed a strong religious style and special magic.

"Rovey Crowley, do you have anything to say about what you did today?"

"If it's about the Ley Line, then there's really nothing to say. It was indeed my doing, and it's my responsibility. I will naturally take full responsibility for this matter. But compared to that, today is already the seventh day. You all should still remember the agreement we made back then, right?"

Rovey did not evade the question posed by Trambellio, and answered it frankly with a smile.

"You're still having those kinds of daydreams even now!"

This time, it's unclear which old-fashioned department's conservative elder was the first to step forward.

He stared wide-eyed, angrily rebuking the person in front of him for his actions.

"You bastard! Do you know that because of your actions, all twelve disciplines of the Clock Tower have been affected, the Leyline level of the entire London has dropped by one grade, and the entire modern Magecraft world will suffer a decline as a result!!"

"As the successor of the Mineralogy Department, you have failed everyone's expectations! I hereby propose a ruling to directly sentence him to be thrown into the lowest level of hell in the Department of Law, to be imprisoned and tortured forever! His sentence is one thousand years!!"

I second that!

I second that!

"I second that!!"

Countless Magus expressed their opinions here.

"Sigh... I guess it's still like this after all."

Litael looked helpless; this outcome was entirely expected.

Next, I should go home, pack my valuables, and leave. If Aoko comes and makes a scene, she won't care which property belongs to the Department of Botany.

"..."

Kenneth silently lowered his hand; he was now powerless to reverse the situation.

Hearing the insults and rulings around him, those unfavorable opinions instantly reached a consensus, which didn't surprise Rovey much.

Because these Magus' disobedient behavior is nothing new.

Since that's the case...

"It's up to you, Aiwass. Let them quiet down for now."

"OK."

A voice, neither male nor female and containing a peculiar hue, gently rang in everyone's ears.

Sometimes, when they are unwilling to listen to you properly, the best approach is to force them to listen attentively.

In this world, what enables friendly exchanges between two parties is not necessarily reason; sometimes, power can truly determine everything.

Soon, with a casual remark, the situation on the scene immediately changed.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out in front of the crowd. The three law Department of Law Magus who intended to capture Rovey were suddenly swept up by a platinum whirlwind that appeared out of nowhere and lifted them to an unimaginable height of 10,000 meters. They were then thrown into the Thames River after traveling hundreds of kilometers, turning into water droplets that drifted along the river.

The entire process, from capture to launch and traversing hundreds of kilometers, took only a few breaths, a speed that is unimaginably fast.

At that moment, all the Lord present were stunned.

Because it happened so fast, in just two seconds, they didn't even have time to react.

What if, what if that platinum-gold whirlwind was targeting me? Then...

Where would they be now?

It's really... unbelievable.

"What was that just now...?"

Although I really wanted to treat everything that had just happened as an illusion, the white light emanating from above Rovey's head was like a connection to an infinite void, with a blinding angel wheel gently rotating above, and platinum light falling like snowflakes. The terrifying magical reaction actually caused the surrounding area to revert to the Age of Gods!

Then, platinum light descended from the sky, instantly dispelling everything. The immense magical reaction caused those who approached first, whether Lord or ordinary Magus, to involuntarily retreat.

At this moment, they should have possessed the dignity and aristocratic bearing they were expected to have.

Before that figure that transcends gender, beauty and ugliness, and miracles, all are insignificant.

Despite the blinding light, they stared wide-eyed, following their instinct to seek the mysterious, desperately trying to imprint this miracle into their minds.

"Are these the Magus of today? I'm a little disappointed..."

The soft voice was mixed with endless complex tones. Although it was not chanting, any Magus could tell that every word spoken surpassed any so-called Magecraft chanting.

After all, the chanting in Magecraft is for the better use of mystery and miracles, and it itself is the embodiment of miracles and the representative of Mari. The moment it appears, it makes the heart tremble.

Then, the halo symbolizing the existence of an angel gradually manifested on His body, and a divine figure that should never appear on earth emerged from the white-gold snowflakes.

More than ten meters of platinum wings gently unfurled behind Him, and a long-haired figure with a platinum body floated in mid-air.

With its sacred angelic wings, perfect physique, and the magic and power that inspires worship at first glance, its authenticity needs no further verification.

Those two platinum storms that just extended out undoubtedly originated from the person in front of us...

"God..."

I don't know which Magus first uttered this term.

"Or... an angel?"

They murmured to themselves, so overwhelmed with shock that they completely forgot to act.

"God...? That title contradicts my true nature. The title 'angel' is somewhat more fitting. But to address me more accurately, you humans usually choose one of the following terms."

"In the past, someone taught a strange Magus named Crowley the necessary part of the required knowledge, and he called me—"

"Aiwass"

As that true name gently fell, the Guardian Angel, named "Aiwass," descended.