Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1210 The Oath-Weaving Hall
"Okay~"

Seeing that the horse-headed woman had stopped being polite and was now keeping everyone at arm's length, the donkey-headed man couldn't help but sigh regretfully, then shrugged and said:
"Just like you said, I'm constantly testing the limits of these angels, trying to know just how far their 'goodness' can go, and what kind of extreme situation they would have to face to make them harbor ill will towards me."

To make the angels harbor evil thoughts?

Ms. Horse Head frowned upon hearing this, and then questioned him bluntly:
"What nonsense are you talking about? The angels of the Pure Land of White are born of good intentions, how could you possibly allow them to have evil intentions?"

"The kind of malice I'm talking about isn't the extreme kind, the kind that wants to beat me up, drive me away, or even kill me, but the smallest kind of malice."

After shaking his head slightly, the donkey-headed man explained:

"In my opinion, it's enough for them to have a slight thought like 'This person is so annoying,' 'Can someone else deal with it?' 'I really hope it gets rid of me soon,' or 'Should I mess with it a little?'"

After all, unless faced with extremely extreme circumstances, angels born of good intentions wouldn't do evil. But as beings with normal emotions and thoughts, they also possess feelings such as anger and disgust... at least that's what I thought before.

Before?

Ms. Horse Head was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized what she meant, and said in disbelief:

"You mean those angels are abnormal, and their evil thoughts have been artificially erased?"

"To be more precise, they simply do not have the capacity to harbor evil thoughts."

The donkey-headed man strolled leisurely along the network of light, answering unhurriedly:

"They seemed angry when I provoked them, but they still chopped the hay I gave them neatly every day. They would cry and feel wronged after I wronged or even insulted them, but the area around my bed remained spotless."

Even the doctor, whose eyes were so small they were practically slits, looking like she might collapse from overwork at any moment, still examined me with such gentle care, even after I had completely devoured her meticulously tended garden, as if afraid of causing me even the slightest pain… It was all so strange!

As the horse-headed woman looked thoughtful, the donkey-headed man's galaxy of stars in his eyes swirled slightly, and he said with a rather incredulous expression:

"If it were just one or two angels like this occasionally, it would be fine. After all, there are so many angels in the Pure Land of White, it's normal for a few to be born special. But all the angels I've encountered these past few days have been like this, without exception."

Their souls and emotions are intact; they appear to experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and can express their anger normally, but it's just an 'expression,' without any malicious intent arising. Even if they make threats, they will never actually act on them, just like…

"Doll?"

“It’s much more terrifying than that.”

The Star Lord shook his donkey head and said:

"It's as if someone deliberately 'produced' them in this form for certain purposes, and since their souls and emotions are complete, there shouldn't be any such deficiencies."

Every living being's soul is a mirror; although individuals differ, they generally reflect back what they receive. But their souls, regardless of the situation, show no reaction to malice. There's definitely something wrong here!

Soul... Mirror... Evil Thoughts...

Seeing that the Star Lord's expression had changed from frivolous and playful to serious, Lady Horse-Head pondered for a moment before frowning and asking:

"You'd rather give up fun and expose your identity than not drag me along to catch up, so you think the malice these angels have lost might be related to that Oathweaver?"

"more or less."

The donkey-headed man put away his serious expression and returned her a smile, saying:

"Anyway, I haven't found any other clues besides this. Since we've come across such a suspicious place, why not investigate it?"

"..."

Fine……

Looking at the flamboyant, unpredictable donkey-headed man before her, the Horse-Headed Lady couldn't help but sigh inwardly, temporarily agreeing with his assessment. However, after glancing at the donkey head of the Star Lord, the Horse-Headed Lady hesitated slightly before asking:

"By the way, the minotaur in the bed next to mine was also among those 'blue badges' that were taken away. Do you think it's normal?"

Minotaur?
Upon hearing this, the Star Lord paused for a moment, then asked in return with a slightly surprised expression:

"That minotaur who occasionally peeks at your butt? You think it's problematic too?"

"I'm not sure..."

Upon hearing the donkey-headed man's question, the horse-headed woman's muscular glutes tensed subconsciously, and she replied uncertainly:

"It seems perfectly normal, it basically does nothing but eat and sleep all day, there's nothing strange about it, but I always feel like it... is kind of familiar?"

"What kind of intimacy?"

Upon hearing this, the Star Lord frowned and said:
"The warmth of an elder? The warmth of a friend? Or... the kind of warmth that attracts you?"

"neither."

Ms. Horse Head shook her head and said:
"Is it that kind of trustworthy intimacy, like... a neighbor you've known for years? Or a close member of your clan? Don't you feel that way?"

"Absolutely not."

The donkey head of the star-suppressing ruler shook wildly.

"I don't know your situation, but to me it's nothing special. If it didn't keep glancing at you, I wouldn't even notice it."

That's it...

Seeing that the more perceptive Lord of the Suspended Stars had given an assessment of 'nothing special', Lady Horse Head could only nod and temporarily dispel her doubts.

It seems I might have been overthinking it. After all, even the Four Pillar Gods under Number 1 couldn't hide from my and Number 2's observation at such close range. At the very least, it would require a master who has grasped the root of the problem.

The three descendants of the original source infiltrated the Pure White Land one after the other, and coincidentally, they were assigned to the same ward. The probability of this happening cannot be described as small; it is simply impossible... But why does it still feel wrong?

"arrive."

Just as the horse-headed lady was deep in thought, wondering why she treated that lecherous bull so "differently," the footsteps of the donkey-headed man beside her suddenly stopped.

"The next stop should be the Oath-Weaving Hall."

Standing at the end of the thick, luminous network, looking down at the network of buildings buried deep underground, and the cocoon-shaped structures hanging from the ends of the "net" and radiating a pure white glow, the donkey-headed man couldn't help but frown.

"The transfer order that angel named Mia received seems to be some kind of certificate for activating a light network. The light network they're using is much faster than ours, and it directly connects to the target location. Can you find out where they are?"

"It's not difficult."

After glancing at the Star Lord, the Horse-Headed Lady replied:

“I’ve memorized their mental fluctuations, but this is, after all, the Pure White Land. If we make any big movements, the Pure White Mother might notice us. We’d better go down and proceed slowly…”

"Moo!!!"

A deep, resonant mooing of a cow came from below, interrupting the woman with the horse's head's suggestion.

Under the astonished gaze of the donkey and horse duo, a light cocoon deep within the Oath Weaving Hall swayed slightly before quickly dimming. A darker color, ten times darker than the blackest ink, spread rapidly across the cocoon's pristine white surface with unstoppable force.

(End of this chapter)