The painting was finally finished

"Why are you taking so long to get here?" Inside the Underground palace, a figure clad in blood-red armor materialized in the air. "I thought you'd forgotten about me."

"How could that be?" Amon's low chuckle echoed in the air, but he didn't appear. "You only think about getting out, haven't you considered how to solve the problems that will exist after you leave?"

Evil Spirit weaken gradually over time until they disappear completely, but they can assimilate the area where they were born, allowing the Spirit World and even the Underworld to merge with it, drawing power from it to maintain their existence. Many Evil Spirit have their own "territory" and range of activity, and they cannot leave unless they accumulate enough power to fundamentally change their form of existence.

Evil Spirit can temporarily leave their "territory" by possessing ordinary people, but this cannot last long. The best option is the Sequence 5 "Gatekeeper" of the "Death God" Pathway, but this is also only a temporary measure. For Medici, the best option is to acquire the Beyonder Characteristic of the "Hunter" or "Demoness" Pathway, using them as another cornerstone of her existence.

Amon's words made Medici realize something. He didn't respond, and another figure appeared in the air, her eyes closed.

She seemed to be in a peaceful slumber, dressed in a pure white robe, with long, jet-black hair, and skin as white as snow, as tender as a young girl.

" -Demoness?" Medici stared at the figure for a few seconds, then laughed. "Could it be that you don't want to save me, but actually those two? I'll let them out to talk to you?"

"What are you talking about? Why would I save Sauron and Einhorn?" Amon's voice sounded somewhat nonchalant. "This Demoness..."

There are clues to the Beyonder Characteristic of a "Conqueror" about you—what, are you also entangled in gender issues like your neighbor?

"Call--"

With the final stroke, Neph withdrew her hand, her brow furrowing involuntarily. "Now all we need to do is let it dry."

Hmm, should I really publish them in the newspaper? That would just mean they'd be photocopies. Deep down, Neph would much rather send out the originals. She wasn't worried about anyone being able to find her; Klein's Paper Angel were enough to get past the Church. And if the God themselves wanted to find her, no one could help.

But since publishing in the newspaper was the only option, Neph didn't intend to waste any more time. She glanced at the other three paintings stacked next to her, then looked down at the hotel below, thinking that these paintings might not necessarily be forgotten.

After all, after submitting my article, do I have to run out of Backlund and take a boat before the newspaper is sent out? Wait, no, if the Church finds out my identity, they'll probably locate me. Should I find someone to take me away?

A silver figure flashed through Neph's mind, but she quickly put it aside and focused on the painting in front of her.

When submitting the artwork, it should definitely be left at the newspaper office. I just ran away, so I probably won't have a chance to retrieve it. These paintings will probably eventually be discovered by the Church that's investigating them and put into their files. Neph thoughtfully noted this down and decided to go out for a stroll.

"Tomorrow morning? Miss, the pages are already fully booked for tomorrow morning."

Inside the Backlund Morning Post office, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at Neph and the painting in her hand with a troubled expression.

Neph was naturally not going to give up so easily. She asked, "What if I want to expedite it? How much will it cost?"

"It's not about the money," the young man shook his head. "You want to put the painting on the cover, on the front page, that position? That's too much to ask of us, and besides, miss, I don't think newspapers are a good idea for publishing artwork—"

"I don't care," Neph waved her hand dismissively, "Just tell me how much you want."

"Twenty pounds," the young man quoted a figure, "I really don't think that's a good idea, miss, you'd better—"

His voice abruptly stopped, and on the table in front of him, the portrait of William I Founder gleamed on two ten-pound notes.

"I don't have the Authority to make that decision," the young man changed his attitude, no longer trying to persuade him, "I need to ask the Editor-in-Chief."

Neph agreed, and the young man went inside, entered an office, and quickly came out again, smiling at Neph:

"The Editor-in-Chief would like to invite you in."

Seeing the young man's somewhat gentle smile, Neph knew that she had succeeded.

The lingering Heroic Spirit of heroes;

"The retinue of the True Creator;"

"Gazing into the eyes of Fate -"

As she explained her request in prayer, Neph stood patiently in place. After a dozen seconds, she looked up as if sensing something, and a silver-haired Angel descended from the sky, extending a hand in front of her.

Neph breathed a sigh of relief and placed her hand on it. In that instant, it was as if paint had been splashed in front of her. All the colors became intense and piled up together in an instant, and the surrounding scene became chaotic and strange. Before Neph could even be stunned, she saw everything rushing backward.

Is this the Spirit World?

She came to her senses, fell silent, and only when the unusual colors faded and she reappeared in the Real World did she open her mouth and ask the Angel:

"Your Grace, I have a question for you."

The fading figure reappeared, lowering its head to look down at Neph. Its silver eyes fell on her, Neph felt a chill rise from her soul. She shivered, and the gaze seemed to sense this, softening slightly.

This gave Neph a moment to catch her breath. She hesitated and said, "... Does the Lord seem to mind if I disrupt his arrival?"

Neph didn't believe her actions could escape the notice of the "True Creator." Spirituality was a wondrous thing; even when the other party wasn't watching her, the Spirituality would still give her hints.

Ouroboros remained looking down at her, his voice seeming to drift from an unknown distance, then enveloping her in all directions:

"The Lord has no plans to come."

Neph's mind went Blank for a moment, but she quickly realized that this might be true—the "True Creator" has more than one Angel under his command, and even Angel of the same Pathway. If he wanted to descend, it wouldn't be this complicated at all!

Moreover, these Angel should not be absent from the Descent Ritual —even in Backlund's case, Mr. A, who was in charge of all of this, was only Sequence 5.

"What is the purpose of that Descent Ritual?" she couldn't help but ask. "Why—"

She snapped out of her daze under Ouroboros's slightly cold gaze, swallowing the unspoken doubts she was about to voice.

He went back, lowered his head, and said:

"..-·hug..""

"Do you have any other questions?" The King of Angel looked at her, his gaze devoid of any warmth.