You don't even want to call me godfather

But if even the faith I had grown up with was completely shattered...

"I know you want to say 'how could it be', Azazel." Just when Raphael was still hesitating about how to comfort Azazel, Ou Ya took the lead and walked behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "But life is like this, it changes constantly. Sometimes, all we can do is accept it helplessly."

"Ou Ya..."

Azazel knew what Ou Ya meant, but he still found it difficult to accept it.

Ou Ya also understood that Azazel needed some time. In this world, there were many things that could be diluted by time.

Although there are some things that even time cannot change.

"Go back," Ou Ya said helplessly, looking at this confused child, the boy whom he almost regarded as his own child, "Go home, have a good rest, and then have a good sleep. Everything will be fine."

"……Um."

Azazel lowered his head so no one could see his expression.

He hummed ambiguously and got into the car first amid the worried looks of Ou Ya and Raphael.

Ou Ya glanced at Raphael beside him, and Raphael looked at him for a moment.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Ouya stroked Raphael's hair and comforted him.

……

At the border of Lateran, representatives from other countries continued to arrive in Lateran to register.

"Letania, the great general under the Twin Queens, Leno Belgrade."

"Well, next one."

An Shibai, who was in charge of the registration list, shouted as usual after writing down the name of the Leitania representative on the registration form.

"Name, identity."

An Shibai wrote the number on the table without even looking up, and said at the same time.

But the man behind Leitania put one hand on the table without saying anything.

"Hey, An Shibai."

Just then, another person in charge of registration called him softly and nudged him with his elbow, as if reminding him of something.

When An Shibai raised his head and saw the person who came, he trembled with fear.

"Ah, you, Mo, you, what are you doing——"

"Hmm? What?" The blue-haired female fallen angel put one hand on the table and held her staff with the other hand. She said with a smile and a hint of amusement, "It doesn't seem like it's time to say 'long time no see' yet? Or do you mean I'm not welcome back?"

"no no!"

An Shibai finally came to his senses and stopped registering. He quickly stood up, as if he wanted to express his attitude.

"Hmph..." But the blue-haired female fallen angel just laughed coldly. She crossed the border casually and said, "Continue to do what you should do. I just came back to see my troublesome brother."

After saying that, without caring about An Shibai's reaction, she walked into Rutland on her own, stopped at the first intersection, raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

"Well... the feeling of escaping from Fiammetta for a short time is really..."

After a moment, the woman opened her eyes and looked up at the sky with her deep dark blue eyes. She smiled, and her blue tongue was faintly revealed.

"I don't know, Asa, what are you doing now."

Chapter 46: The Man in the Mirror

"Asa, we're home."

Ou Ya's car stopped in front of a mansion, and Raphael reminded Azazel who was in a daze.

"Well..." Azazel came back to his senses, he opened the car door and got out, "Then I'll go back first."

"Hey, Azazel," Ou Ya suddenly lowered the car window and seemed to have something to say, but in the end he just said, "...go back and have a good rest."

"Oh, I see."

Azazel returned home and faced the empty house. He changed into slippers at the entrance.

During this period of time, many shocking things have happened to him, and he really needs some personal space to calm down.

Their mother had not come back yet. Rather than driving, they would have to ride horses for the second half of the journey. It would probably take some time for Xila and the others to get back to Rutland if they were walking.

Azazel walked up the stairs and stopped just before entering his room.

The angle of the door handle has changed, someone has been here.

It was impossible for his mother to enter his room at will, and he left a few days later than his mother, so there was only one possibility.

Taking off the long gun on his back and leaning it against the wall, Azazel pulled out the pistol that Raphael had given him before, slowly opened the door, and walked in with low steps.

No one was there and nothing in the room had been touched.

He walked to the bed and suddenly lay down on the ground, pointing the gun at the bottom of the bed, but there was no one there.

Are you thinking too much?

Thinking of this, he stood up, but he didn't know that something strange appeared in the full-length mirror facing the bed behind him.

In the mirror, Azazel's reflection slowly turned around and walked towards the mirror. Then, while Azazel had his back to the mirror, his hands quietly and silently passed through the mirror and reached out to him.

"Snapped!"

Azazel's sense of crisis took effect again. He turned around suddenly and swung the gun in his hand to knock away the hands.

"Who are you? No, what are you..."

He asked, looking at himself in the mirror.

But the man in the mirror did not answer, but gradually changed into another appearance.

It was Abraham who had escaped earlier.

"You took Gui'er away."

He stared at Azazel with an unfriendly look on his face.

"Because you...are criminals."

Azazel pointed his gun at Abraham in the mirror, but even he himself was a little unsure of what he said.

Abrhan turned his gaze to the ground wordlessly.

"I know your experience, Azazel, your character, and your attitude towards us," he said after a while, "In fact, there is no need for you to become our enemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abraham raised one hand, and in just a moment, the mirror began to distort and then shatter.

Azazel quickly stepped back and crossed his arms in front of him.

The shattered mirror floated in the air, reflecting Azazel's image, then paused, and then all the fragments flew towards him.

There was no way to dodge in this situation, and Azazel could only protect a few important parts as much as possible.

But this kind of defense is completely meaningless under the countless fragments.

Just as the fragments were about to penetrate his body, everything around him seemed to stop.

Whether it was the fragments or Azazel, they all stopped.

Or more accurately, it was slowed down.

A figure appeared at the door of the room, walked slowly to the bed, grabbed Azazel's arm, and pulled him aside.

"Clap--"

Time returned to its normal flow, and all the lenses hit the wall and shattered completely.

Azazel only felt a flash before his eyes, and he was in another place. Feeling his arm being grabbed, he turned around and looked behind him.

"elder sister?"

The person who saved him was undoubtedly Mostima, who had just returned to Lateran. She held her staff across her body and protected Azazel in her hand.

The air twisted where the mirror was just now, and Abrhan's figure gradually appeared in it.

"Mastema..."

"If you kill my brother, you won't survive."

Mostima protected the confused Azazel and threatened Abraham.

There was still a smile on her face, but it looked more dangerous than usual.

"..."

Abraham was silent, he clenched his teeth, as if he was enduring something.

He knew that he was no match for Mastema. Compared to them, the wanted criminals, Mastema was the only fallen angel who could move freely in Lateran, and her own abilities were almost as good as any of them.

But in order to get Gui'er back, he can only look for a way through Azazel.

"Leave, don't embarrass yourself here."

Mostima seemed to know what Abraham was thinking, or perhaps she got the information she wanted to know just by observing his expression, and said indifferently.

At the same time, the dark blue source stone energy gathered at the top of the staff.

"...There are some things you won't understand, Mastema."

Abraham was silent for a moment, and finally just left a few words before disappearing after a distortion of space.

Only the broken mirror and the lenses all over the bed proved that Abraham had been here.

"Phew, that was dangerous." After seeing Abraham leave, Mostima dispersed the energy gathered on his staff and said with emotion, "If I had come back a few seconds later, the consequences would have been disastrous."

"Sister..." Azazel felt a little complicated as he looked at Mostima who casually leaned her staff against the bed and then ignored the mirror fragments and sat on his bed. "Why... are you back?"

"I finally got rid of that little phoenix, so I came back to take a look," Mostima lay on the bed and closed his eyes comfortably. "Well...but I didn't expect you to encounter such a thing, Asa, maybe I have to talk to Ou Ya tomorrow, for putting you in such danger."

"Actually... there's no need to look for him." Facing Mostima, who was like a crazy protector of his brother, Azazel avoided his gaze and explained hurriedly, "I think this matter should be my own fault."

Mastema didn't say anything. She just looked at Azazel quietly out of the corner of her eye, seeming to be thinking about something.

"You," after a long while, she got up from the bed, walked to Azazel, put one hand under his armpit, and hugged this brother who was more than half a head taller than her, "you really make your sister worry."

"elder sister?"

Azazel stood there in a daze, not knowing why Mastema suddenly hugged him, and seemed a little overwhelmed.

"Hmm..." After just a few seconds, Mostima let go of her hand. She seemed to sniff Azazel, then raised her head slightly with a playful smile. "It seems that during my absence, Aza and the girl from the Ouya family have developed a good relationship."

"Sister! What are you talking about…"

Azazel finally reacted and felt embarrassed for a moment, especially when hearing such things from his own sister, which made him feel even more ashamed.

"Oh, you still treat me as an outsider." Mostima patted Azazel's shoulder, but the smile on her face faded a little. "Seriously, Aza, go see me more often when you can. Don't let your mood affect the time you meet."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"Well, you may not understand it now," Mastema retracted her hand, picked up her staff, and slowly walked to the door of the room. Finally, she turned her back to Azazel and said, "But if that day really comes, you must choose carefully, Aza."

There was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

After saying that, Mostima left Azazel alone and disheveled, not knowing why, and walked out of the room.

"sister……"

Azazel was about to ask some more questions, but he paused.

Mostima's meticulous back, leaving him with cold long hair, looking at her figure, Azazel felt a familiar yet strange feeling in his heart.

"Hmm?" As if noticing Azazel's hesitation, Mastema leaned slightly to the side and gave him a meaningful look, then returned to her previous appearance, "Well, it's still early, I'll go shopping first. I haven't been back to Lateran for a while, and I guess a lot of things have changed during this time."

Mostima now has many doubts in her mind.

About the work of Azazel, about the emergence of Abraham.

These made her realize that today's Rutland was more chaotic and undercurrent-filled than before she left.

She needs to investigate these unusual phenomena herself.