Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Gabriel smiled and said—

"You've been fighting her several times. Although Raphael might not be a match for her, how is Lucifer supposed to catch her? With the Seraph's Sword and the descent of angels, even if he can't win, he can still run away."

"What if Raphael doesn't want to run?"

Why didn't you run?

"For the trial."

Michael, with a clear mind and a thorough understanding of the situation, said—

"I'm afraid you've misjudged the situation, and there's a deeper reason behind it. The problem might lie with Lucifer. Perhaps he misled you, or even lured you out to ambush you."

"...Isn't this a bit too conspiratorial? Even if you're right, Raphael can't run because of the trial, but I can run. I can manipulate space, so how is she going to catch me?"

Gabriel shook his head, his ocean-like eyes following his thought for a moment, and said—

"And what's the reason? What's Lucifer's reason for attacking us? Is it revenge for past offenses? She's not that petty, is she? Did she capture us just to pluck our feathers for a blanket?"

Gabriel couldn't help but chuckle softly, recalling the nonsensical things Mr. Chen Ming had said earlier.

They said they'd use her feathers to make a blanket...

If he really succeeds, won't he have to sleep covered with her feathers every night? As if she were embracing him with her wings... and her scent would accompany him.

Gabriel paused, then blushed slightly, shook his head, and said—

"I think it's more of a coincidence."

"Then why did Lucifer take action?"

Michael raised an eyebrow.

Gabriel thought for a moment and said—

"Could it be that he's standing up for someone?"

"Who?"

"The gentleman I brought back seems to be the husband of some sword immortal. Perhaps they have a past relationship with Lucifer, because they joined forces to try to stop me."

...You stole someone else's husband back?

Even the most composed Michael was taken aback by these words, staring at his usually unserious companion with a strange look in his eyes.

As Gabriel dealt with Lucifer's energy, he didn't see Michael make a move. He couldn't help but turn around and saw Michael's strange look, which startled him.

"What are you doing? What kind of look is that?"

"...Now I'm starting to have some doubts."

"what?"

Gabriel was somewhat baffled.

Michael stared intently at her, his expression serious yet hesitant, and said—

"You wouldn't have fallen for someone else's husband, would you?"

"Nonsense, utter nonsense!"

Gabriel immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face turning bright red with embarrassment and anxiety.

What are you talking about?

"No, I have thought about it carefully."

Michael, however, maintained a serious expression that said, "I'm not lying," completely ignoring the fact that the other person was about to jump up and down in anger, and earnestly considered the matter while resting his chin on his hand—

"You personally took action, even going there in your true form, and brought them here. You've already captured them, how could you possibly mistake them for someone else?"

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off. How could I possibly mistake someone at such close range? Especially someone I spend every day with.

Michael's gaze grew increasingly strange, making Gabriel uneasy, and he said again—

"Even a mortal wouldn't mistake her, right? Raphael is a woman, yet you mistook a man for her? Does the other person look very feminine? And you recognize Raphael's aura, don't you..."

"me……"

Gabriel was eager to refute something, but the questions Michael calmly raised left her speechless.

She grabbed Chen Ming and brought him back; the distance between them was considerable. Chen Ming, such a tall and large man, was nothing like Raphael in build, especially his chest.

How could he have made a mistake?

She herself was stunned when she thought of this, and was speechless.

Moreover, Michael's last sentence was correct. It's not like she couldn't recognize Raphael's aura, so why would she subconsciously mistake Mr. Chen Ming for Raphael...

Michael watched as the usually somewhat unserious fellow fell into deep thought, then raised an eyebrow and tentatively said—

"You... could it be love at first sight? Or... lust at first sight? When you met that gentleman and heard he was the sword immortal's husband, you instinctively snatched him away?"

"I...I didn't...I didn't..."

Gabriel's explanation seemed so weak, because she herself couldn't understand why she had subconsciously brought Chen Ming back as Raphael.

Now that Chen Ming has concealed Raphael's aura, she has no idea that this is the reason she made the wrong judgment.

Instead, he racked his brains, scratching his dark golden hair vigorously, and then thought with some doubt and surprise—

"Could it be... that I really was lustful at first sight?"

Am I really that kind of person?

Gabriel's eyes were somewhat dazed.

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"No, that's not it..."

Gabriel's rebuttal seemed somewhat guilty, as he recalled the embarrassing moments he had shared with Chen Ming, including the time he had pinned Chen Ming down...

It definitely looks like they're taking advantage of someone else.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She wanted to say something in her defense, but she felt that she would only make things worse. Finally, somewhat embarrassed and angry, she said—

"I called you over to help out, why are you being so gossipy!"

"But……"

"This is completely fabricated and baseless. Get to work!"

Gabriel flew forward a distance as if fleeing, no longer wanting to pay attention, using the excuse of focusing on his work to avoid Michael's questions.

"..."

Michael watched her walk a distance away, and this guilty feeling made her even more suspicious. But what she said was right; she should focus on dealing with the immediate problem first, and deal with the rest later.

Gabriel seemed to be diligently working to eliminate the aftermath of the great battle and repair the Gates of Heaven. She secretly glanced at Michael, and when he didn't press her for details, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then another question arose.

Why did she feel guilty?

Perhaps she was afraid of causing Mr. Chen Ming any more trouble; she had already caused him a lot of trouble and didn't want to add to the chaos.

The space quieted down, and Gabriel buried himself in his work, temporarily forgetting everything else, and found peace of mind.

However, suddenly a voice came from outside—

"Your Majesty! The Queen has sent me with some gifts!"

"Hey?"

"Ok?"

In the void, both kings were taken aback when they heard the commotion.

Queen? What queen?

Michael looked at Gabriel, and Gabriel looked at Michael; they both winked at each other. There were two kings present, and the man outside's incoherent shouts had caused both kings to misunderstand.

Gabriel hesitated, looking at his companion before him, clad in light armor, sharp yet composed. When did Michael get a queen? How come she didn't know?

"Your queen? Which lady is she?"

"???"

A few black lines appeared on Michael's forehead as he looked at Gabriel, his brows slightly furrowed, and said—

"Where did I get a queen, and why is she a girl?"

"There are only girls in heaven."

Gabriel said matter-of-factly—

"If she's not your queen, then who is she? And certainly not Raphael's queen, is she? She's not even here."

There are only three kings in Heaven, and Gabriel naturally excluded himself.

"..."

Michael was speechless for a moment.

The sounds from outside came through again—

"Your Majesty, come out and eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Hearing this voice, Michael seemed to remember something, raised his eyebrows, and said—

"Wait, this voice sounds like that angel from your side... Wendy? Last time she tried to touch the Spark Tower and almost got roasted, and she was shouting about turning into light... saying she was cultivating some kind of magic."

Michael had a slight mental disorder, which is why he remembered things so clearly.

Gabriel felt awkward for a moment, then listened carefully and it was indeed Wendy's voice... His mind went blank for a moment. What was this unlucky angel yelling about?

What queen?

"This guy... wait for me, I'll be right back."

Gabriel made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves, gritted his teeth, and was about to rush out of the void to teach his brainless subordinate a lesson.

Michael watched as Gabriel charged off aggressively, blinked his pale blue eyes, flapped his wings, and flew off after him.

Wendy flapped her wings, looking at the distorted space, but didn't go in. Instead, she kept calling out under everyone's gaze—