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, spoke 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 who delivered Null Michael’s head would rise to the Thirteen-Winged rank, a level of power unmatched throughout the Divinora Galaxy’s history, whether in lost eras or the concealed records of their distant origins.

This urgency explained why Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion overlooked Irene’s ’disrespectful’ attitude and words. He refused to squander moments debating with a lesser race when a superior prize beckoned. After all, others among the Twelve-Winged Angels pursued Michael’s head too.

He had slipped away from the Divinora Galaxy in secrecy, unknown to others, just to secure an edge over his peers among the Twelve-Winged Angels.

Success would propel him above all of them.

’So it matches my suspicion perfectly. I wonder when that young man will cease stirring up chaos,’ Irene reflected inwardly with a soft exhale. Though Michael had endured over a millennium, to a mother, her son forever stayed a boy, regardless of his age.

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

Regarding the Angel’s claim of Michael concealing himself, Irene dismissed it outright. She understood her son too intimately. As Lucian once declared that trash and Anthony could never share a sentence, hiding and Michael were equally incompatible.

Michael never hid. That trait simply didn’t define him. She chose not to dwell excessively. No matter how hard she pondered for a solution, it wouldn’t emerge here.

The true cause of Michael’s elusiveness was straightforward. Right then, he resided in a distinct realm forged by Klaus himself. In that enclosed and detached space, Michael and all others inside were utterly severed from the external 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 very alternate realm.

’I’m curious about the source of their intelligence,’ Irene mused again. Yet as the idea surfaced, she brushed it aside promptly. Innumerable ways existed to gather details on individuals. The Blind Seer from Omni Peak Academy exemplified such approaches.

Not all mirrored Anthony, bearer of the Perfect One skill derived 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 ahead.

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

Irene merely lifted her shoulders in detached poise, "how should I know? You could not find him, so how could I?" she responded fluidly, her words impeccable and rationally tight.

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

"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 collected. She persisted in her seat amid the expansive floral garden, not once rising while addressing entities who viewed themselves as gods.

"How?" Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion inquired right away.

"Simple," Irene answered promptly. "Remove the barrier you used to block communication, and I will immediately contact him." She uttered it as if casually handing over her son without a second thought.

Far from naive, Irene recognized that the communication-sealing barrier probably covered an immense area across countless light-years. Had it confined solely to this world, she might have shattered it and reached Michael and Collins without delay.

The Twelve-Winged Angel saw through her verbal ploy. Though it seemed Irene betrayed her child, Sylthorin grasped her true intent. Lifting the barrier would allow her to summon any allies she could muster.

Naturally, he held no fear of arriving feeble Lower Beings; to him, a billion insects remained mere pests. Still, he lacked the leisure to handle them.

His goal centered on Michael alone.

"It Seems I Might Have To Extract Whatever Information You Possess Directly From Your Mind, Lower Being," the Twelve-Winged Angel announced, deciding the exchange yielded nothing.

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

"I suppose it had to come to this from the very beginning," Irene murmured gently while standing with effortless elegance, unafraid of anything.

"Oh, and by the way," she appended tranquilly, "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 even.

The very air appeared to quiver, quietness enveloped the garden, but that hush rang more intensely than any blast they’d witnessed.

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

The assurance she showed hinted at an astonishing truth: she wielded a fighting strength beyond any healer’s norm. And so, Crimson Irene prepared for her first true conflict in years.

Would she perish here, or endure to behold her family’s joyful expressions once more? The outcome hung uncertain.

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