This Time, Nothing Will Happen for Sure

Qian Huanyue tucked back the hair by her ear, listening with exceptional focus as a thoughtful look flashed through her eyes.

"So that's how it is." Qian Huanyue slowly narrowed her eyes. "If we don't calm things down here, it could easily trigger the Eurasian Spacequake... is that it?"

Logically speaking, wasn't this supposed to be the worst possible situation?

Maybe it was because of her confidence in herself? Or perhaps because, deep down, she completely believed Rinne was not that kind of bad person.

Probably, perhaps, maybe that was why...

"Featherheal Sovereign."

Qian Huanyue raised her head and fully summoned her Angel. In its true form, it resembled a pair of pure white wings spread open behind her.

She raised her right hand, and white feathers continuously drifted down, covering the Spirits.

They merged into their Astral Dresses and seeped into their skin—

Their exhaustion was dispelled, their wounds healed, and their depleted Spiritual Power gradually began to replenish.

"Thank you, Huanyue." Kotori's eyes widened slightly as she felt some of her nearly exhausted Spiritual Power return. Her expression as she looked at Huanyue was somewhat complicated. Logically speaking, wouldn't an ability like this consume an enormous amount of energy?

"You're—wel—come—" Qian Huanyue drawled in a listless voice, the ahoge beside her bangs drooping down.

Even though she had not felt herself expend much energy just now, she still dragged out her words in that utterly lifeless tone.

Someone who had been a good friend yesterday had to be faced in battle today. How tragic.

Qian Huanyue simply slumped onto the completely combat-incapable Shiori, casting an innocent gaze at everyone with a "weak" and pitiful expression.

"Huanyue!" Tohka was the first to cry out.

"Qian Huanyue!"

"Huanyue, your body..." Kotori frowned. It seemed she had been right—this kind of