Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　It is sacred and holy, befitting the Vatican.

　Following closely behind, the angel's handsome face and perfectly proportioned body also conformed to divine aesthetics.

　If it weren't for the "malice" attributed to the "master," it would be a scene quite suitable for being painted in an oil painting.

　Unfortunately, all of the other party's thoughts revolve around "Moire"... This is the absolute difference in their stance.

　It retains its self-awareness, but all good, evil, right, wrong, beauty, ugliness, righteousness, and wickedness will give way to Moilei.

　It is very similar to the state of the people controlled by his own "Hydra Mark".

　"..."

　"It's so cold."

　Dente rubbed her nose and muttered something... and just as she said, the surrounding walls were now covered in frost.

　The instant she uttered those words, the angels were fully revealed to the world…

　Before he could even get a clear look at his surroundings, what he sensed first, even before his "sight," was (touch).

　It is a kind of...

　A bone-chilling cold.

　……

　"ice?"

　The angel spoke with a hint of doubt, reaching out to touch the ice layer that was gradually solidifying and beginning to envelop and freeze him.

　An aggressive, extraordinary chill, like a piercing cone, rapidly penetrated his body from his body.

　The body gradually stiffened.

　If the power he used was magic, it would probably lose its activity and become difficult to control in a very short time...

　-

　"solved?"

　Selena couldn't help but speak up, slightly surprised: "Is Miss Snow Woman that strong?"

　Having witnessed Etzel and Murasame fight, and having seen the power of the angel, she never expected that the snow woman could freeze the angel in an instant.

　However, before Yuki-onna and Murasame could speak, Theredo explained first: "Probably not yet... the physical activity is still very obvious."

　Even through the seal of the "King's" magic, vampires can still feel the sealed flesh.

　That's one of their skills for making a living.

　And just as Teredo had said, almost in the next instant, the huge ice ball in the air suddenly jolted.

　"Click——"

　With a cracking sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the ice puck, which then exploded in the next instant.

　The moment the ice shattered, a golden light flashed out.

　The golden light hovering in the air undoubtedly contained an angel... and at this moment, his condition did not look good at all.

　The angel, whose body was covered in fine ice shards, scrutinized the snow woman who was condensing magic and the onlookers.

　"Humph--"

　After giving that cold snort, the angel immediately spoke, preparing to give her evaluation of everyone—

　"mean?"

　However, it was Cong Yu who spoke first, saying what the angel wanted to say, which also caught the angel's attention.

　At this moment, Cong Yu couldn't help but laugh. He spread his hands and said, "See, I knew it."

　Cong Yu's attitude clearly angered the angel.

　But just as he was about to say something, he immediately noticed something else that caught his attention... to the point that he frowned.

　"who are you?"

　Looking at Cong Yu, this angel emitted the same emanation as the angels who had seen Cong Yu before.

　The same question lingered, but he quickly stopped thinking about it: "No, never mind."

　But then, he conjured a light spear and, instead of focusing on the unimportant Snow Maiden, reached out to refine Cong Yu: "Bring her to Moirai's side, and you'll know what's going on."

　So you guys had this feature before? It lets you bring people along?

　I'm sorry, but even if you take me there, your great Moira probably won't be able to see me.

　And predictably, they might even ignore your act of "taking me there," and wouldn't hear a word you say about me, or anything that could lead to me...

　Just like the "divine concealment" that Moirai bestowed upon believers, allowing them to move freely in the mortal world.

　The rain was transparent to Moirai as well.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu casually put her hands in her pockets and suddenly realized... that she and Moira had quite a few similarities.

　It feels somewhat "corresponding".

　Dente, feeling anxious that he was also within the angel's attack range, panicked at Cong Yu's indifference: "Hey! Cong Yu, save me..."

　Dente was just about to ask Cong Yu for help when her words were abruptly cut off, this time interrupted by herself: "Achoo!"

　It's so cold, I'm freezing.

　The "Achoo!" sound was like a signal, and countless icicles immediately formed in the air.

　With its tip pointed at the angel, it solidified around the angel, protecting Cong Yu and the others while sealing off their movements.

　"Bang!!!"

　The angel's hurled beam of light only managed to shatter a few layers of ice spikes before being instantly pierced into a mass of mangled flesh by the "converged" spikes.

　Then, with her index and middle fingers together, the snow woman who was casting the spell lowered her fingers and let out a long breath: "Phew..."

　That's equivalent to instantly killing the angel.

　However, the Snow Woman still made a fairly high assessment of the Angel's strength: "She's quite difficult to fight, but her combat skills are extremely poor."

　Yes, their combat skills are very poor.

　Or……

　"To angels, you and everyone else are nothing but ants; it's more important to seize me."

　As Cong Yu said this, he shrugged thoughtfully: "After all, [who this guy is?] is a major issue related to Moirai's grand plan."

　"..." Dente blinked, looking at Cong Yu who was deep in thought, and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

　Cong Yu shrugged at the question, indicating that it was nothing.

　However, the Snow Woman saw it all at a glance: "Cong Yu is thinking about whether he can use this to set a trap for all the angels who have descended... He has always been this kind of person."

　"..." Dente: How exactly do you guys communicate with your eyes?

　Thinking this, Dente gave Theredo two winks, then three, then four, and Theredo immediately understood—

　"How much?"

　Theredo asked this question.

　Dente: "..."

　That's not what she meant at all... but it could be!

　Give me another ten thousand—

　Chapter 745 Its name is—Mexico

　Joseph Van Milion

　The current Pope, a servant of God.

　He dedicated his life to herding lambs and actively participated in political activities, becoming a good pope worthy of leaving his mark on history.

　He had beautiful blond hair and a handsome appearance, and a woman who loved him and whom he loved deeply in return…

　Yes, not his wife.

　His wife had died, and he had become the Pope.

　Logically speaking, neither nuns nor monks should marry and have children, as they must maintain their devotion to God.

　But that's the principle...

　In short, if one is already married and has children before joining the church, there is still no problem with legitimacy.

　Because family is important, as the Bible says.

　In fact, although Joseph Van Milion was equally generous with his love for his family... he still wouldn't be a good husband or father.

　To put it more interestingly, this pope was guilty.

　To love one's neighbor more than one's god... This is intolerable under doctrine.

　But he just happens to love people more, all people, everyone, anyone, anything that is called "human".

　He loved... he really loved her.

　Therefore, even if it's for the sake of all humanity, he must change... change from being a human being.

　With this attitude, the Pope took the lead and lay on the operating table, serving as a kind of role model.

　Humans need "pigeons that lead the way".

　Regardless of the country or culture, all human beings will have a "follower effect," which means they need a leader.

　It's not blind obedience, but rather following.

　Before being transformed into a magical girl or a monster, people don't know what will happen after the transformation, and they really can't be sure whether it will be good or bad.

　Even knowing that conversion is the best option if they don't want to be wiped out, and knowing that the success rate of the surgery is currently 100%.

　But they still want to do it as late as possible.

　They will wait until the "first" or "hundredth" person has completed the transformation before they proceed.

　Some people don't mind being the second, some don't mind being the hundredth... and some are even more conservative.

　In this situation, the person who first decides to become the Vatican's first convert is extremely important.

　And if the person who decides to carry out the conversion ceremony is the Pope of the Vatican, then the symbolic significance is even greater.

　The magical girl and the monster have gone from being adversaries to cooperating.

　The Vatican's attitude towards conversion rituals...

　These things, which were originally difficult to determine and not very knowable, were now clearly laid out before the pigeons.

　Humans were thus able to take flight...

　Caught in the cracks of this crumbling world.

　"..."

　"Old man, what are you thinking?"

　Cong Yu, sitting to the side, asked the Pope, who had been given general anesthesia but was still conscious for the time being.

　The Pope's expression remained unchanged in the face of Cong Yu's words, and his body remained motionless, with only his mouth opening and closing: "Thinking about angels."

　This was somewhat unexpected by Cong Yu.

　Cong Yu originally thought the Pope was lamenting that his "human identity" was about to change.

　"Oh? I thought you were thinking about using your youthful appearance to experience a second spring in your life after you became younger..."

　The Pope's voice clearly betrayed his anger at Cong Yu's teasing: "My private life is excellent!"

　I just watch dance videos when I'm bored.

　Although the Pope did not say it explicitly, his eyes clearly conveyed the meaning... This was his silent resistance!

　Well, there's probably nothing wrong with her private life.

　But if he wasn't watching it during work hours, Cong Yu might have been more respectful of him... or maybe not.

　After all, Cong Yu had personally witnessed the Pope being so frightened that he hid under a table and chair, loudly calling for protection...