Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

Although it was freezing cold halfway through, I secretly put my hand on Michel's white belly—even though Michel's body was also cold due to her demonic constitution, it was still much warmer than putting my hand outside.

The fourth level was one that she insisted could only pass by fighting.

It was also the layer where she broke the holy sword she had taken from her mother that morning. She even cried about it.

On the fifth floor, she met a strange older sister whom she rarely encountered. The older sister simply waved to them from afar, gave them a new set of dresses, and presented them with a brand-new sword.

Hania prefers to call this layer the 'supply layer'.

After all, we have to go through nine levels of hell, so we need to replenish our supplies and equipment from time to time.

On the sixth floor, the floor with the undead knight, he was particularly cooperative... no, he was particularly resilient.

Hania almost exhausted her magic before she managed to escape from the centaur with four large hooves.

Fortunately, it's alright.

On the seventh floor, she ate watermelon and dessert, which replenished her energy.

The gentle little fox prepared mung bean cakes for her, as well as Michel's favorite roast beef.

They swung their legs across the grassland, eating desserts and chatting with the little fox sister.

I almost forgot I had important business to attend to.

So Hania jumped down from the small table, grabbed her younger sister, and continued her 'Demon King Extermination Plan'.

The eighth floor is expected to be the most difficult, but those disciplined demon legions are training. There's simply no time to play with them... oh no, I mean, to fight with them.

So, with Mischel's suggestion, Hania used invisibility magic and 'luckily' made it through the eighth floor.

Now, they have arrived at the ninth floor.

The Demon King's Palace!

This was the first time the magnificent Demon King's palace had been invaded by angels. Hania's eyes lit up as she looked at the dazzling array of golden artifacts.

At this moment, Hania is the righteous angel who is fighting against the Demon King.

They're the 'heroes' described in picture books and folk songs!!

"Knock knock,"

Hania pushed open the door to the Demon King's palace with all her might.

With tremendous effort, her small arms finally managed to push open the enormous stone door.

Luckily, she managed to push it open; otherwise, she would have had to call someone inside to open the door for her.

"Huff, huff," Hania said, hands on her hips, exhausted.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a deep breath.

Then he met the gaze of the person on the throne.

The brave are fearless.

Therefore, even when facing the strongest man in the world, she did not back down.

"Demon King! I've come today to punish you!!!"

She raised the rapier she had obtained from the fifth floor, its tip pointing straight at the Demon King.

Honestly.

In this world today, she is the only one who dares to point her sword at Mikayi.

It's not hard to understand.

After all, Mikayi doted on her.

Mikayi stepped down from the throne, a smile playing on his lips, along with a hint of doting affection.

He walked over step by step.

"Come and fight me to the death!!"

Hania's voice, though childish, was very loud.

In addition, she possessed an innate angelic aura and striking golden-red eyes.

It really does have a sense of a battle between angels and demons.

"Daddy~"

But the 'little traitor' next to her had no intention of fighting the Demon King at all.

Mischel popped her head out from behind Hania, then stretched out her arm and lunged at the approaching Mikai.

Michael is very clingy; he's been like that since he was little.

She has a completely different personality from Hania, that troublemaker.

"Daddy, hug me~"

Michel flapped her little devil wings and jumped up on the spot.

Mikayi smiled and bent down to pick up the cute little one, letting her sit in the crook of her arms.

As for Hania.

She seemed to have already guessed that her sister would 'abandon her'; she just muttered something and then raised her sword a few centimeters higher.

"I wouldn't even attempt something as trivial as demonic charm..."

"Ugh!!!"

Hania felt a lightness in her body as Mikayi lifted her up in one arm, just like he would lift Michel.

"Release it! Release it!"

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Ya struggled in Mikayi's arms.

Of course, such a struggle was fruitless.

"Demons, you cannot capture me! I am a seraphim of justice! The last hope of humanity!!"

Hania was still engrossed in her role-playing game. But unfortunately, she had no chance to struggle in Mikayi's arms.

"Ugh!!"

No matter how much she pounded on her hands or flapped her wings and two short legs, she couldn't break free.

Hania panicked.

"Dad, let go!"

"Bad dad, let go, let go!"

Her two little legs kept swinging, but Mikayi just wouldn't let go of her.

"You've had enough fun, let's go back now, Hania."

"No way!! I haven't conquered hell yet!!"

“The boundless hell is yours to begin with, what is there to conquer?” Mikayi smiled faintly, placing Hania and Mischel together on his throne.

Saying "the boundless hell is yours" to a little angel seems a bit strange, but it's not strange at all when applied to Hania, the daughter of the Demon King.

"I don't care! I want to play games!!"

“Go back to Paradise Island and let Ishtaria play with you.”

"No way! I want to go with Daddy!"

Hania's cheeks were puffed out, and her lips were pursed high.

It must be said that her puffed-out cheeks and sulking gesture does bear some resemblance to Renee's.

The pure white angel wings folded around her. Hania sulked.

"If you spend too much time in hell, your wings will turn a dark black color~"

Mikayi had exceptional patience with his two daughters. He knelt down and put on the pair of white shoes that Hania had kicked off during her struggle.

"No way! I've been to Hell so many times, and my wings never turned gray like Daddy said!"

As Hania spoke, she held her little wings in her hands and examined them carefully.

She was still somewhat concerned, worried that the white feathers she cherished might change color.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in Hania's vision, and her eyes brightened for a moment.

Then she turned her head and looked in that direction.

"The chanting is about to begin, Hania. Come back with me."

The person standing in front of Hania was the one Hania feared most.

He was also the person she respected most, and indeed the entire angel race.

Holy light enveloped her. She possessed the purest white wings of the entire angel race, and simply standing there, she resembled a majestic sculpture, sacred and brooking no disrespect whatsoever.

“Mother…” Hania lowered her head.

Hania always obeyed Renee's orders.

When Mikayi saw her reaction, he couldn't help but smile, feeling helpless inside.

Hania, this fearless little devil who isn't even afraid of her demon king father, is completely controlled by Renee.

Fortunately, Renee was able to keep her in check. Otherwise, from heaven to hell, the entire continent would be covered in the footprints of this little devil.

The angels routinely recite the Bible; this is an essential part of every little angel's growth.

To put it simply, it's a kind of 'going to school and studying' similar to humans. For the angels, studying involves chanting scriptures and then fiddling with ancient musical instruments.

Renee's childhood was disrupted by frequent missions; she never went to school, never interacted with other angels her age, and never even had a friend.

For her, that kind of place was probably a place where she created beautiful childhood memories.

Therefore, she wouldn't let her daughter miss out.

"I understand, Mother..."

Hania lowered her head and jumped down from the soft throne. Then she obediently followed behind Renee.