Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 13 Mission: 03-1 Probing
"...The gate to the demon world collapsed?"

Credo, who was standing at the door of the cult headquarters with his hands behind his back, heard the unusual movement in the depths of the forest. He looked up and discovered a fact that shocked him. He couldn't help but blurt out a question.

"Maybe it was sabotaged by 'someone'."

An enchanting voice came from behind Credo. Credo turned around and saw that Gloria had come behind him without him noticing.

He knew he had said something wrong and frowned as he looked towards the forest again.

But Gloria didn't want to let him go: "You just said, the gate to the demon world?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Credo replied coldly, telling the other party not to ask any further questions.

Gloria didn't buy his rhetoric. She put her hand on Credo's shoulder and leaned close to his ear: "How can this have nothing to do with me?"

Credo took a step sideways away from Gloria and was about to open his mouth to scold her, but was stunned by her next words and stood there in a daze.

She said, "They clearly put all the magic tools I provided in there."

"you……"

Credo reacted as soon as he said a word. He clenched his teeth, holding back the words that were about to come out, not wanting to reveal any more information. His hawk-like eyes stared at the troublesome woman.

Facing the wary Credo, Gloria gave a meaningful smile.

"Tsk." Credo turned his face away and ignored her.

"Women don't like men who are too rigid," Gloria teased. Seeing that he didn't respond, she changed the subject, which he would definitely not remain silent about: "What would you do if your sister really turned into a demon?"

Without any hesitation, Credo said in a deep voice, "Give her rest in peace."

"You're obviously a demon?"

"How dare you!" Credo glared at her immediately. "We, the Knights of the Order, are 'angels' chosen by God!"

Gloria laughed, as if she had heard something hilarious. "Are you serious?"

"As expected, those without faith are without faith."

Credo scoffed and looked up at the distant skyline. "As long as we have faith in our hearts, we will not fall into the trap of demons."

"So, is your sister an angel or a devil?"

Credo did not answer this question. He still stood with his hands behind his back, staring into the distance in silence.

"Haha." Gloria noticed the man's dilemma and chuckled, "Well, let your own eyes judge for you. If you can't bring yourself to do it then..."

Credo interrupted Gloria and asserted, “That won’t happen.

"That's right... that won't happen."

Gloria didn't reply. The sound of high heels on the stone gradually faded away. Time continued to slip away before Credo, who stood as straight as a pine tree in the center of the square.

Until footsteps were heard again on the bridge across the sea.

Credo narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the direction of the footsteps. A moment later, a brilliant head of golden hair appeared from the back of the circular plaza.

"Kredo!"

At the same time Credo saw Nero, Nero also saw him. While greeting him, Nero sensed that his brother had a bad aura, so he slowed down his pace and approached the square bit by bit.

As Nero approached, Credo's expression grew darker. It wasn't until Nero finally stepped onto the square and stopped at the edge that Credo, who had been silent until then, uttered his first words with a dark expression.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"..."

Nero was speechless. The dress Tracy had given her was, by Fortuna tradition, a bit too shameless. Even from a time traveler's perspective, wearing it out for shopping seemed a bit daring. Nero understood Credo's anger.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Nero could only helplessly answer: "The previous clothes were broken, and this one is... given to me by Miss Gloria."

Hearing Gloria's name, Credo gritted his teeth in anger: "...That guy!"

How should I put it... at this moment, Credo looked like an old father who was angry with Huangmao, which was a bit funny.

Feeling the atmosphere was good, Nero took two more steps forward. But just as her feet touched the ground, she heard Credo say, "Don't move."

He frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and looked at Nero's chest with a complicated expression. Then he looked away, looked into Nero's eyes, and asked, "How did you get through the forest alone?"

Nero instinctively reached up to cover the eye on her chest, but Credo's instinctive grip on his sword stopped her. After another pause, she smiled and replied with a casual air, "Of course, I killed every demon I encountered."

"Where do you get this power from?" Credo continued to ask, "Have you... passed the ritual of returning to heaven?"

How to answer?

If he said he had passed the Ritual of Resurrection, perhaps he could dispel Credo's hostility? But Nero couldn't transform into an angelic form, and the slightest provocation would expose his true identity.

Moreover, this was tantamount to implicitly acknowledging the cult's correctness. Nero had to... had to make Credo recognize the cult's true nature.

So Nero took a deep breath, stared into Credo's eyes, and said seriously, "What's the difference?"

Credo's brows were completely locked, and his hand gripping the hilt of the sword tightened even more.

Nero paused for a moment and asked, "Credo, do you really think that those who have passed the ritual of returning to heaven are gods—"

"shut up!!!"

Credo roared and pushed the power sword that was spewing hot air towards Nero.

With a deafening metallic collision, Nero, equipped with Gilgamesh, crossed his arms and blocked the attack.

"Kredo!"

Looking at his adopted sister who was looking at him with a sad expression and calling his name, Credo gritted his teeth and squeezed out a cruel sound from his mouth.

"You're not my stepsister," he said. "You're a demon."

"So, don't yell my name!"

The next second, the two men separated from each other. Nero exerted a slight force, and the impact of the steel armor pushed Credo back. He stumbled back several steps, steadying himself before letting out a deep laugh.

"Credo, you--" Nero called Credo's name, a little worried about his mental state.

But Credo simply responded, "Don't try to confuse me again, demon."

He stood up straight, and a brilliant golden light bloomed around him: "I am an angel."

In the light, a white knight appeared in front of Nero, holding a golden sword, covered with wings, with two horns forming a circle on his head and a long tail behind him.

(End of this chapter)