Become an Angel

Kelart was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the door. After a few steps, she stopped, but did not look back.

She didn't want the other person to see her disheveled appearance.

"Higashino Makoto, are you serious about His Highness?"

Higashino Makoto was silent for a moment; he couldn't really explain it either.

I definitely like it, but it's more because of my fondness for the original characters and beautiful women.

But isn't that just the truth?

"Yes."

Kelart's fingers gently caressed the staff.

"Her Highness is serious; don't let her down."

Kelart closed his eyes and continued walking forward.

"Kelart."

"Um?"

"Want to come together?"

Kelart suddenly turned around, his brown eyes wide open.

"What—what did you say—!"

"Hey, do you want to come along?"

Kelart's face instantly turned bright red.

It wasn't shyness, it was anger.

"You--you--you--!"

What's wrong with me?

"You—you bastard—!"

What exactly are you trying to say?

Kelart took a deep breath, then another, and then-

"Higashino Makoto, you're shameless!"

She turned around and practically fled the room, her footsteps fading into the distance down the corridor.

Calca sat on the bed, her long golden hair disheveled, her fingers twisting tightly in the sheets.

"Higashino Makoto, what... what did you just say?"

"Invite her to come along."

"How could you? How could you...?"

"What's wrong?"

Calca looked at him.

"That's Kelart! He's my friend! He's mine—!"

"So what?"

"So you can't do that!"

Higashino Makoto walked back to the bedside and sat down.

"Calca."

"Exist..."

"Don't you find it funny? She's worried about you, she's afraid I'll hurt you, but she can't beat me, she can't argue with me, she can't do anything about me, so she can only leave in a huff."

He reached out and gently patted her head.

You have a good friend.

Calca looked at him, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

"Higashino Makoto, did you do this on purpose? Why?"

"Because she's too tense and needs to relax, and so do you."

Calca paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"You're really annoying."

"I know."

She leaned on his shoulder.

Higashino Makoto gazed out the window at the sunlit sea.

"Calca, get up and walk with me."

"Good."

The two left the room.

The streets of the Holy Kingdom were bustling with people. The cries of vendors, the laughter of children, and the rumble of horse-drawn carriages filled the air.

Higashino Makoto walked ahead, with Calca beside him. His long golden hair shimmered softly in the sunlight, and his blue eyes were half-closed.

Higashino Makoto.

"Um."

Do you know why I study beauty magic?

"Have no idea."

Because I'm already twenty-five.

Higashino Makoto glanced at her, then turned his head away.

"What's wrong with being twenty-five?"

"Twenty-five, almost old."

Higashino Makoto was silent for a moment. Are women really that concerned about age?

He looked at her smooth skin, slender figure, and how she was both curvy and slim, and began to speak.

"... Where do you look old?"

"That's just how humans are; as we age, everything ages. Fine lines appear around the eyes, skin isn't as firm as it used to be, and in a few years I might even have nasolabial folds when I smile."

Calca stopped and looked at the young girls in the distance.

"They're only seventeen or eighteen, their skin is so tender you could squeeze water out of it, while I'm already twenty-five, and my beauty is starting to decline."

Looking at her, Higashino Makoto decided to solve this problem once and for all.

"Calca, do you want to stay young forever?"

Calca's fingers tightened slightly.

What did you say?

"I said, do you want to stay young forever? Never grow old, never die, forever twenty-five?"

Calca looked at him, his face reflected in her blue eyes, and her heart pounded.

She had only complained a little, hoping that Higashino Makoto would pay more attention to her, but she didn't expect to have such an unexpected reward.

"Can you do that?"

"Able."

How to do it?

Hearing her anxious voice, Higashino Makoto almost burst out laughing.

"Transform your race, turn you into an angel. That way you will never age, nor die because of your lifespan."

Calca fell silent, lowered his head, and looked at his hands.

"Forever twenty-five... Never grow old... Never die..."

"What's the price?"

"The price will be that you will become a different race, no longer human, and your personality will change slightly, but it won't be a big problem."

Higashino Makoto conducted an experiment: if racial conversion turned his woman into another person, he would most likely choose to find another way.

Calca remained silent for a long time.

"Higashino Makoto, how long do you think I can live if I don't transform?"

"The normal human lifespan is about 80 or 90 years, maybe a little longer, but generally not exceeding 100."

"If I transform, I won't have to worry about lifespan and aging anymore?"

"Right."

Calca looked at her hands, her fair, slender hands with neatly trimmed nails.

"Forever... it's so long."

"So, you don't want to?"

"It's not that I don't want to. It's that I'm a little afraid, afraid of becoming a lonely person."

Looking at her, Higashino Makoto thought to himself that this was too pretentious. If someone had given him such an opportunity in his past life, he would have accepted it without hesitation.

Oh well, I'll offer some words of comfort anyway.

"No, because I know many immortal people, and I won't be lonely when I'm with them. And as long as I'm alive, I'll come to see you often."

Calca raised her head.

"Frequently? How often?"

"I don't know, it depends on my mood."

Calca looked at him, a complex light flashing in his blue eyes.

"You really don't know how to talk."

"I know."

"But I'm willing."

Higashino Makoto looked at her.

"Are you sure? Don't regret it later, okay?"

"Confirmed."

Higashino Makoto took a silver-white, feather-like object from his backpack and held it up in front of Calca.

"Refined Feather of Ascension"

"Close your eyes."

Calca closed her eyes. Higashino Makoto placed the crystal on her forehead.

Pale golden light emanated from the crystal, enveloping her body.

The light seeped into her skin, altered her muscles, modified her bones, and changed her race.

Something is growing.

A pair of pure white wings, emitting a faint glow, slowly unfolded from her back.

The feathers are pure white with a faint golden sheen at the edges, appearing sacred and beautiful in the sunlight.

Calca opened her eyes, reached out her hand, and trembled as she touched her wings; the feathers fluttered gently at her fingertips.

"It feels... strange."

You'll get used to it.

Higashino Makoto withdrew his hand.

"From this day forward, you are an angel. You will not age or die, and with the power provided by the angels, you will be able to use sixth-tier magic to better protect this country."

Calca lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Her skin is still so fair and smooth.

But she knew things were different; she was no longer human.

"Higashino Makoto, do you think I can still be the Holy Queen now?"

"Yes, you are still you, you've just lived longer."

Calca remained silent for a moment, watching the people walking on the street in the distance.

They didn't know what had happened, they didn't know their king was no longer human.

"Higashino Makoto, thank you."

"You're welcome, it's a gift."

Calca looked at him.

What gift?

"A belated birthday present. Didn't you say you were twenty-five? It's a bit late, but it's still alright."

Calca looked into those golden eyes.

"You're really annoying."

"I know."

She smiled, a smile tinged with tears.

Higashino Makoto reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

"Let's go, it's time to head back."

"Um."

The two turned around and walked towards the palace. Alice Kuonji followed behind them.

On the distant sea, the water shimmered, and seagulls circled in the sky.

It was another morning in the Holy Kingdom, Calca's last day as a human and her first day as an angel.