MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1019: In A Hurry

"Oh Lower Being, I Shall Forgive You This Once, Merely Because I Am In A Hurry," Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion, the Twelve-Winged Angel, started speaking in a serene voice. "I Have Come To Ask For A Man Named Null Michael. I Have Searched Your Galaxy For Him, But It Seems He Has Hidden Somewhere And We Cannot Find Him," the Twelve-Winged Angel went on. "So I Have Come To You, Who Seems To Be Closest To Him According To My Information," the Angel concluded firmly.

Some time earlier, their God had vowed that anyone delivering Null Michael’s head would rise to the Thirteen-Winged rank, a level of power unmatched in the long history of the Divinora Galaxy, whether in lost ages or in the concealed records of their distant origins.

This very promise explained why Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion felt such urgency and overlooked Irene’s ’disrespectful’ attitude and posture. He had no interest in squandering time debating with a lesser race when a grand reward beckoned. Besides, he wasn’t alone in pursuing Michael’s demise.

He had covertly slipped away from the Divinora Galaxy undetected, all to secure an edge over his rival Twelve-Winged Angels.

Success would elevate him above every one of them.

’So it’s just as I suspected. I wonder when that boy will cease stirring up chaos,’ Irene pondered silently with a soft sigh. Though Michael had endured over a millennium, to a mother, her son forever stayed a youth, regardless of his years.

’But why is he undetectable?’ she pondered with real bewilderment.

Regarding the Angel’s claim that Michael was concealed, Irene dismissed the idea outright. She understood her son too thoroughly. Much like Lucian’s old assertion that ’trash’ and ’Anthony’ could never share a phrase, ’hiding’ and ’Michael’ were utterly incompatible.

Michael never hid. That trait didn’t define him at all. She chose not to dwell on it further. No amount of mental effort would yield answers in this place.

The true reason Michael evaded detection was straightforward. Right then, he resided in a distinct realm forged by Klaus alone. In that enclosed and detached space, Michael and all others inside it were utterly severed from the broader cosmos.

Thus, for the time being, locating him proved impossible.

Otherwise, Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion could have already crossed paths with Anthony, Collins, or even Mitchelle, had they not all been confined to that identical alternate realm.

’I’m curious how they gathered their intel,’ Irene reflected again. Yet as soon as the idea surfaced, she cast it aside. Innumerable ways existed to gather data on individuals. The Blind Seer of Omni Peak Academy served as an ideal illustration.

Not all wielded something like Anthony’s Perfect One skill, drawn straight from the Authority of Information.

"I do know of the man you speak of. He is my son," Irene answered steadily, her red eyes locking onto the golden gazes of the Angels floating in front of her.

"Where Is He?" the Twelve-Winged Angel demanded with a commanding voice heavy with authority.

Irene merely shrugged with detached poise, "how should I know? You could not find him, so how could I?" she responded effortlessly, her words impeccable and rationally airtight.

The Twelve-Winged Angel stood briefly stunned into silence. He had arrived convinced this lesser creature held the knowledge he needed, yet evidently, he was wrong.

"But I could bring him to you, though," Irene remarked offhandedly. "That way, you could simply deal with him and leave me out of it." Her features stayed utterly neutral, her bearing serene and unruffled. She kept seated amid her expansive floral haven, not once rising while addressing entities who viewed themselves as gods.

"How?" Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion queried right away.

"Simple," Irene shot back without pause. "Remove the barrier you used to block communication, and I will immediately contact him." She uttered it as if casually betraying her child with ease.

Irene was no fool; she grasped that the communication-blocking barrier probably stretched over immense distances of untold light-years. Had it confined itself to this world alone, she might have shattered it and reached Michael and Collins without delay.

The Twelve-Winged Angel saw through her ploy. Though it seemed like Irene was turning on her son, Sylthorin grasped her true intent. Lifting the barrier would let her summon any allies she could muster.

Naturally, he feared no feeble arrivals from lower realms—to him, a trillion insects remained mere pests—but he lacked time to handle such nuisances.

His goal fixed solely on Michael.

"It Seems I Might Have To Extract Whatever Information You Possess Directly From Your Mind, Lower Being," the Twelve-Winged Angel announced, deciding the talk had reached a dead end.

Upon hearing that, the attitudes of the twenty Eleven-Winged Angels changed instantly. Their faces grew stern as they readied for assault on a lady whose expertise lay elsewhere than fighting.

"I suppose it had to come to this from the very beginning," Irene murmured gently while standing up with the effortless elegance of one utterly fearless.

"Oh, and by the way," she tacked on serenely, "my name is Crimson Irene, not ’lower being.’ And I would like you to remember that, because today will mark the moment you made the greatest mistake of your life."

Her voice stayed utterly serene.

The very air appeared to quiver, a hush fell over the garden, but that quiet rang more intensely than any blast they’d known.

No one stirred; the Eleven-Winged Angels merely awaited the Twelve-Winged Angel’s order with keen eagerness and vicious thrill. Their golden eyes shone with impending brutality, while Crimson Irene stood poised amidst the blooms, her stance steady and noble.

The assurance she showed hinted at something astonishing, a fighting strength no healer ought to harbor. And so, Crimson Irene prepared to join her first true conflict in ages.

Would she perish here, or endure to behold her loved ones’ smiles once more? The outcome hung uncertain.

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