The Wind That Carried My Longing to the Holy City (Two-Part Special)

The wind that carried my longing still blew all the way to the Holy City.

Romance and love from the Alps.

At dawn, the cool mountain breeze swept into the Holy City, waking the people who had partied the night before.

The stench of alcohol, various bodily fluids, and little plants faded away with it, and the city turned clean and golden once more.

"Lovely."

A hungover traveler sat up from the ground and shook his head, trying to come up with something poetic. After struggling for a while, all he managed was a plain and simple "lovely."

"Haha." The young man beside him laughed.

"What are you laughing at!" The traveler flushed with embarrassment. He looked the young man up and down, then scoffed. "You look Asian. You've got the bookworm look down pat!"

Things were different back in America. The most popular kids at school were always the football captain and the head cheerleader.

Asian bookworms were people everyone looked up to but secretly looked down on.

"You don't get it. I'm just keeping a low profile," the young man said with a smile. "If I showed my true face—or even let my aura out—do you think Michael and the others would line up to welcome me?"

"Sure you would!" The traveler laughed.

The Asian guy was hilarious. He thought he could get the Archangel Michael to line up and welcome him!?

He was a devout believer, but so far, he hadn't been blessed enough even to lay eyes on the Archangel. What made this bookworm think he could—

"Come out."

Xu Fang spoke.

"What are you—" The traveler had just started to speak when a buzzing sound rang in his head. An inexplicable aura pressed down on his mind, leaving it blank.

When he came to, he