Raguel wore a smile, something she hadn't expected to do after talking to a mortal bereft of Father's light.
And yet not only did Jole prove to be patient, but he had proved to be selfless.
His judgment would be most favorable, as opposed to Milan of House Sapphire.
Raguel looked up towards the sky, her gaze focused on nothing in particular; she merely enjoyed the scenery.
It wouldn't be long before this world knew the glory of Father, and certainly not long time until her Judgement would befall those who oppose him.
She had visited houses closest to the Palace, however, she planned to take a trip to House Ruby, which was located rather far away in mortal terms.
Duke Volt was one of the rare dukes who opted to live far away from the royal capital despite the fact that this would make him take much longer to respond to any important summons or senate gatherings.
Fortunately, Raguel had enough speed to reach any place in minutes if she flew or even ran.
'I... forgot to ask where the manor is...' Raguel let out a defeated sigh.
How could someone like her make such a mistake? She could have asked Jole or even Aurelia, and now she has to suffer the embarrassment of asking for directions after leaving.
"Oh well... Even the judge can apparently forget." She turned a heel before staring in the direction of the mansion.
'I do hope Father doesn't find out about this...' With a groan, she used [Teleport], appearing right in front of Jole.
Who apparently did not expect this, considering he fell straight onto his back.
He rubbed his head as he stared at the woman.
"Oh Lady Raguel." He stared with wide eyes before getting his bearings, "What can I do for you?"
Raguel crossed her arms before speaking, "I have left, and yet I have forgotten to ask about the direction towards House Ruby. May you help me with that?"
Jole looked at her curiously before letting out a small chuckle, he really liked this woman.
"If you go south-east of the capital for about 70 kilometers, you should reach his manor..." Jole rose to his feet with a groan while dusting off his suit.
"Thank you." Raguel bowed slightly, This mortal deserves that much.
Just as she was about to leave, Jole shouted, "Would you like to stay for lunch, Lady Raguel? I was just about to depart. Of course, if you are not in a hurry."
Her ears twitched for a moment. Did she hear this mortal right? Did he... just invite her to consume food with him?
Angels, much like Father, did not need to eat; they were perfect beings that required no sustenance to maintain themselves, and yet she understood the significance mortals place on such an event.
Was the current Messenger mission important? Yes.
Was she truly in a hurry to deliver the missive and gain initial knowledge about their personality? Probably not.
There were at least multiple days she could do it, and human rituals took merely hours at most.
"Sure, why not?" She smiled.
Jole's eyes widened, "Really? Didn't expect you to accept."
Raguel raised her brow, "Why not? You are a respectable mortal, and so I might as well fulfill a small request of yours."
"Most excellent! Let's go then." Jole bowed before leading the way towards the dining area of the manor.
'I guess he can consider this his payment for keeping silent about my blunder...' Raguel walked closely to Jole.
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Search for a way to destroy Chrunus was not going well at all, no, it was at a standstill.
Cedric had spent days now, but no information revealed itself.
Cedric knelt; he had to pray to God that a miracle would occur so that he might have a chance to strike at the false god.
'God, I pray that you keep guiding me through this world as you always have. I have come to an obstacle I couldn't predict, I do not know how to reach the gods to cast them down in your name. I beg you to show me the path forward. Amen.' He opened his eyes as he took a deep breath.
He had to wait for God's revelation before he could strike Chrunus himself.
However, it was not all hopeless; his believers and so-called church were within his grasp.
All he needed to do was clench his fist, and false church would cease to exist.
Perhaps that was what God wanted him to do; if he wished to invade the realm of Chrunus, he would need to root out infidels who kneel to his lies.
And for that exact purpose, he had tracked down a retinue of his paladins.
They were much like crusaders of old, but they wore pitch black armor with golden trimming; their tabard was that of a crimson blade through the heart.
They were completely the opposite of what a real Paladin of God should look like.
Cedric gripped Equilibrium, he would strike them down before they could even react.
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'Quite strong compared to most infidels... strongest are even in Level 50s...'
'Let this be a lesson to Chrunus. His sins are grave, and forgiveness is something he shan't get. May God judge him for the murder of an Angel.'
He gritted his teeth as he unsheathed his blade, and in a flash, he charged towards the Infidels.
It took him mere moments to get rid of the group of Paladins; he knew not what they were doing or why they were gathered here, but it did not matter.
He would learn about Chrunus soon, and the false god would not hide from righteous punishment for long.
In the end, the warriors of Chrunus would be dealt with all the same.
And then... a revelation.