Wait, this feeling... this person?
"Arisa Meigo is a saint," Mikoto said. "Attacking a saint will bring divine punishment."
"Divine punishment" was originally Front Gust's spell. For her, hearing the other side suddenly say those words was practically mockery.
A saint was not merely an identity or an ability. A true saint sometimes genuinely possessed some special identity.
Blaspheming against or lashing out at a saint could truly shorten one's lifespan.
Although Arisa Meigo's physique was still that of an ordinary person, the price of trying to harm her was correspondingly greater.
God's Right Seat existed to reduce humanity's original sin and thereby use angelic spells.
But precisely because of that, trying to attack Arisa Meigo would cause "original sin" to manifest even more.
In the literal sense, one would suffer divine punishment.
Of course, Mikoto could do the same thing, but there was no need.
"Leave now, before you make an irreparable mistake," Mikoto said.
"You blasphemers, I absolutely will not allow this...!"
Mikoto tilted her head.
This sudden attack had interrupted her daily plans.
Letting the other side leave had originally been the best option.
Since she insisted on remaining stubborn, there was nothing to be done.
At this point, all I could do was keep digging up her personal information.
Killing Is Nowhere Near as Interesting as Breaking Someone's Spirit.
There were many angels, but as long as they were not archangels like Michael or Gabriel, she could handle them.
Front Gust had no intention of retreating.
"Before science, I absolutely will not... give up!"
``` [This is killing me, so Mikoto hadn't even made a move before?]
[Everyone guessed wrong.]
[Leopard, takes all!]
[Front Gust is actually really pretty.]
[What a pity, such a pretty girl.]
[??? She looks so alternative, are you sure?]
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