The moment Russell saw the second note, he knew the Gates of Heaven would never open for him. God's attitude was extremely firm; conventional methods definitely wouldn't get him inside.
Then he could only use some unconventional methods!
Russell raised an eyebrow and knocked twice on Cross. "Hand over Satan, and I'll turn around and leave. One word: yes or no?"
There was no response. After a moment of thought inside, another small note was tossed out.
"Freedom in love. Arranged marriages rejected."
Rip!
Russell tore the note apart and viciously kicked Cross. Freedom in love, my ass. They just couldn't bring themselves to lose face.
Heaven was out of the question. Russell left behind a blessing of longevity and good health, then departed the Grand Cathedral's main hall with his sword in hand.
The tide of darkness followed after him. The Night Walking Divine Dragon warriors climbed up from the ground, having inexplicably picked up a second chance at life, and stared at one another in confusion.
They hadn't died?
It was a rather pathetic thought, but it accurately reflected how everyone felt. It was utterly unbelievable.
Leonora propped herself up with one hand and stared at Cross, her mind completely blank.
Unless she had seen wrong, Satan seemed to have been speaking with Heaven... by passing notes!?
Leonora did not know what was written on the notes, and Russell's words had left her equally baffled. She couldn't understand why Satan was demanding Satan from Heaven.
She couldn't help questioning Russell's true identity. Perhaps both they and the demon race had been wrong—the devil who had descended upon the human world was not Satan.
If that assumption was true, then every question could be answered. Heaven had refused to emerge because it was hiding from Russell, a far more