Chapter 550

Then, the Holy Spirit's true status was established four hundred years after the disappearance of Novia. This was based on the fact that the then King of the Huns came into contact with him, which led Augustine to decide to write about the City of God, thus establishing the Holy Spirit's position in the world.

In short, it was essentially a small time difference that allowed Yahweh to take advantage of Novia at that time.

It's truly remarkable.

Soon,

Metatron opened his eyes, sighed, and shook his head.

She looked around again, then at herself lying on the ground, and sighed once more.

So tired.

I don't want to move at all, I just want to lie here forever. I just want to collapse and fall asleep. I feel so Evil doing this...

Metatron that this was because of Lilith, but he still couldn't help thinking that way.

Speaking of which, why did Lilith turn me into this? I'm so tired, I can't remember.

Take off your clothes, open your chest...? I'm exhausted, I don't want to do it myself.

I absolutely cannot let things turn out this way as he wishes. Even if it does, I... should return to where I belong.

"This is so troublesome. Let's go find the Holy Seat first and sit down for now..."

So, Metatron, who had become completely Sloth, yawned and squinted, his white-socked feet slowly walking in the opposite direction from where he was originally supposed to go.

With a soft yawn, then Metatron's eyes—

The whole world was bathed in white.

A group of seemingly idle humans and Servant, holding cola or liquor bottles, stood on the beach chatting and laughing.

As women in swimsuits crossed the street, the rough sound of their shoes scraping against the pavement filled the air. Newspapers advertising swimsuits, which had been blocked by telephone poles, were blown away by an unknown wind and drifted among all sorts of people.

Standing on the bustling, chaotic street shrouded in an atmosphere of borderlessness, Metatron squinted and yawned.

"It's so hot."

It's the perfect temperature to fall asleep instantly, but I'll wait until I find the Holy Seat before sleeping. Right now, I need to find a quiet place; there are too many people, and it's so hot. My face feels really itchy...

Just as Metatron turned around--

A black-haired girl was staring intently at her with cat-like eyes.

"Okay, can we talk about this later?"

Upon hearing this, Erice was startled and took a step back.

If the other person didn't have those little wings, perhaps Erice was idly spending her time in Akihabara, wouldn't have cared.

The blonde girl in front of me had translucent white skin, and her blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight. She was wearing a white tank top that looked like a onesie.

Judging from her expression, she seemed very tired, yet it matched the aura she exuded perfectly.

... But those wings... Angel?

Are you Servant?

Erice extended her hand.

Metatron stepped back, his toes visible through his white socks.

"I need to use the restroom."

"Is it even necessary?!"

"Just kidding, but somehow I got through it. Sleeping for sixteen hours straight really does wake you up. Once you're awake, your life rhythm is disrupted, and once that's disrupted, you can sleep for a long time again. The human body is truly amazing."

"Indeed... no, you're Servant, aren't you?"

"... I guess so." Metatron shrank back like a scolded child, his voice languid yet clear, "... Well then, I'll go back to sleep for a while... I'm so tired."

"Didn't you just say you needed to use the restroom?!"

"Just kidding, heavens, why would Servant need to go to the toilet? It's impossible."

"You just mentioned the sky, you must be referring to Angel, right? You're actually Angel?"

Erice a low voice, quite curious.

That's Angel! If Lucius, he'd probably be so happy he'd fly straight to heaven, and he might even learn something else about the Pope Novia...

Shut up, you idiot.

"Idiot? When did I become an idiot?!"

Hearing this, Erice looked up in surprise.

"What other word can you use to call an idiot besides 'idiot'? Idiot, you're so longing, so anxious, so yearning, yet you know nothing about it."

Although she was furious and really angry at being talked to like that by some random guy, Erice decided to let her continue.

Who can blame them when this guy is very likely Angel?

Instead, Metatron slowly walked towards the shade, Erice had no choice but to follow behind her.

Metatron has become Sloth, but Erice.

The reason is simple: it is because of the presence of the Lord's presence...

Forget it, this is too much trouble. Can you please stop bothering me? Even if you're the Lord, it's still annoying.

After a while, Metatron found a big tree and leaned against it, looking down at Erice who was standing there.

Who is your mother?

The words I wanted to ask were somehow stuck in my throat and wouldn't come out.

Metatron felt the ominous stain of Evil deep within his heart seeping and expanding even further.

Could it be Lilith...?

Her mood suddenly plummeted, even though she was already feeling down.

Perhaps noticing Metatron's dejection, or perhaps just laziness, Erice hesitated for a few seconds before speaking:

"My name is Erice. Are you Angel?"

"No."

"How could it not be! It clearly has wings! It can't be just a decoration!"

"You've already guessed," Metatron, his legs slightly bent and swaying gently. "Why are you asking me?"

"Terribly sorry..."

"You're so annoying. Anyway, to stop bothering me, please just Sloth for a while."

In that instant, a ray of light from Metatron enveloped Erice.

Then,

"Erice, what's with that expression? And what about the person behind you—"

"I'm so tired, you can Sloth too."

And so, Erice Aoko Aozaki, and even Yumina inside the Witch's body all became Sloth.

Over the next month at the Kuonji residence--

"Thinking about it calmly, why are we playing cards right now...?"

"Alright, hurry up and play your cards."

"Yes, yes, that's right, three."

The four corners of the Hall Kuonji were dimly lit due to insufficient illumination, and the originally straight corridor appeared to be winding and crooked.

In this gloomy space, Erice, Aoko Aozaki, and Metatron each had a cup of Black Tea beside them, while Metatron was wrapped in a blanket.

"To five."

"Well, this is good too. After all, everyone wants to play cards sometimes. A royal flush."

"How could anyone play a royal flush at a time like this?!"

"Because I'm absolutely certain I'll win; I can go straight for a spring in the next round."

"You Angel! Kuonji and I haven't beaten you even once in the past month! What's the point of playing like this?!"

"That's very interesting."

"You definitely cheated!"

"If you don't catch them, you're out."

"... I can't afford it."

In short, due to Metatron's Sloth, the three of them played cards at the mansion for a month, relying entirely on takeout during that time.

"Speaking of which, how were you summoned, Miss Sloth Angel?"

"The competition among Angel is fierce now, and there are more Angel in the upper three ranks. You can tell from my name, Sloth, that I am a Sloth Angel. Therefore, having failed in this competition, I can only end up on Earth doing odd jobs, as I suppose."

"Do Angel still engage in fighting?"

"Don't worry about it, I never care either." Metatron sighed with his eyes closed, then opened them to look at Erice, who was staring at him fiercely. "It's better that I'm already in this state, if someone told me 'It's okay, it's okay, there's still hope for you,' I'd be scared, you know? It would give people the feeling of 'Why didn't you say so sooner, instead of waiting until it's too late to say anything'."

Erice felt that Metatron's eyes were fixed on her, yet it was also as if they weren't.

No, it seems—it's like using oneself to see someone else...

Then Metatron added, "But to be honest, I guess I'm not really suited for Kingdom of Heaven anymore."

"Is that so?" Erice asked.

"Yeah, totally not suitable. After all, I don't want to clean public facilities, I don't want to cook, I just want to slack off and be lazy."

Why does that sound so tragic...? Do Angel really have such a miserable life in Kingdom of Heaven...?

This was Erice's first thought.

"We've arrived at the door."

"Ten o'clock, who?"

"Novia."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The Culprit behind the Sloth, upon hearing Alice speak, still wore a lazy expression, but her cheeks stiffened slightly. She sighed and said, "I'm not playing anymore, I'm too tired."

Really? Tired?

"I told you it was true a month ago!" Metatron replied with a bored expression. "Are you stupid?"

"... Heh." Erice gritted her teeth, "Fine, since you're not going to fight anymore, I'll go open the door--"

"No!"

Subconsciously, Metatron refused almost reflexively, standing up as if she had kicked over a chair, while Alice and Erice looked at her with surprise.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood right now. Would you like to take a shower?"

"... Yes, it's really great that you understood so quickly." Metatron nodded. "You're definitely much better than Erice."

Having said that, she ignored Erice's murderous glare and headed straight for the Bathroom.

"... Speaking of which, Kuonji, how did you know I was already at the door? I didn't hear the bell at all."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Alice fell silent, carefully placing the back of her hand behind her back, before calmly replying, "Intuition."

Seeing that she remained unchanged and still so indifferent, Erice, witnessing this scene, offered a word of admiration.

"As expected of Kuonji, he's truly amazing!"

Inside the Bathroom, the emaciated Metatron lay like a corpse on the edge of the retro-style bathtub, his body still covered in his clothes, soaking in the simple tub.

The showerhead was still spraying water, its monotonous sound like rain tapping against the air.

Her entire back, from the back of her head to her back clad in a tank top, was soaked, revealing the lines of her shoulder blades through the fabric.