Earlier.
The Holy Church, the Holy City.
In this place where a city was a country unto itself, dawn was about to arrive. Five Descending Angels were praying in the eastern palace, where dawn was about to rise.
The Pope waited outside the door, not daring to overstep his bounds... Recently, some problems had arisen within the Holy Church, leaving it in a precarious state. But now, everything was fine. The appearance of the Descending Angels had caused all the petty villains to cease their movements.
The Pope had also regained his vitality and his long-lost health. Overnight, quite a few Black Order strongholds on the Euro-Continent had been wiped out. This was an unprecedented victory in recent years.
The Pope was in an excellent mood. This was the Lord's holy will, and he felt that his faith had received an unprecedented response... It was just that the descent of these five Descending Angel lords seemed to conceal another secret.
Four-winged... There had not been many four-winged angels to descend in the history of the Holy Church. Each time, it had been because of some major event. Yet this time, the angel lords had not revealed anything.
Inside the room, five handsome men and women had just finished praying and stood up... Angels had no gender, but their vessels as descenders clearly did.
There was no other way. To descend directly while ignoring the World Will, only a Seraph could do so. For them, being born into a human body was safer. The world would not reject them as strongly, either.
"This sub-world has too many different voices." One Descending Angel spoke in displeasure. "The Holy Church's development is disappointing. Among the many sub-worlds occupied by Heaven, this place can only be considered below average."
Angels should not have emotions.