piratefiction Chapter 507: Angels of Heaven
Chapter 507: Angels of Heaven
“What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”
“Who do you owe the biggest apology to?”
The sword Princess urged the Celestial Bull to step back 47 paces. On the Time Continent, aboard a sports car, the sword Princess and the Witch eagerly probed the Observer for his secrets, but he remained tight-lipped, saying nothing.
Suddenly, the sword Princess had a spark of inspiration and began asking about trivial things:
“What’s your favorite dish?”
“Grilled Lala Fatty.”
“Which spirit do you favor the most?”
“Substitute.”
“What’s your favorite time of day and why?”
“After midnight, because that’s my private time all to myself.”
“What do you dislike doing?”
“Working.”
“Where do you like to go on dates?”
The Observer had to pause and think about this question he had never considered before, then he realized, “How could these possibly be the secrets I need to guard? Why are you asking these things?”
The sword Princess continued, “Then I’ll ask something serious-If the Witch and I were to fall into the Golden Flow, whom would you save first?”
The Observer glanced at her suspiciously, but seeing a certain look in her eyes, he pondered for a moment and replied, “The Witch.”
The Witch: “What?!”
“Now that we are both adept in the Time Sect, if you were to obtain the time orb, who would you give priority to?”
“The Witch.”
“If we encounter the Empress commander again, and only one of us can escape, who would you let escape first?”
“The Witch.”
The sword Princess asked several questions designed to increase the Witch’s favorability, and the Observer answered ‘the Witch’ to all of them. Just when he thought the sword Princess was using this opportunity to win the Witch over, he was caught off guard as the sword Princess asked, “Who is the person you like the most?”
“The Wi... No, it’s-“
The Observer caught himself mid-sentence, realizing something was amiss, but upon correcting himself, he looked up to see the sparkling eyes of the sword Princess and he stopped speaking. She hummed a note, her lips curving into a smile, but she did not press further, “Try saying it out loud. If you can’t, it must be a secret sealed by the power of secrecy.”
“Actually, the secret itself is not the point,” the Observer shifted the topic, “The most important aspect of the secrecy power is the desire to confide the secret.”
“Why keep it a secret if you want to confide?” the Witch found it odd. “Isn’t that contradictory?”
“It’s not contradictory,” the Sword Princess replied, gently patting down the Witch’s errant hair. “There are always some things you desperately want to say, but must keep hidden in your heart, like planting a flower. If luck isn’t on your side, and no spring wants it to sprout, then even the richest soil is just darkness to it.”
“What if luck is on your side?” asked the Witch.
“Then, even on a glacier, it will burst into bloom with a hundred thousand roses,” said the Sword Princess. “Bringing you a new spring.”
“Secrecy Power: You keep your lips sealed, no one can know the secrets deepest in your heart, but secrets also guard your soul. You can’t reveal your most valued secrets, and the more you want to confide, the stronger the confidentiality effect becomes.”
“Secrecy (Confide Degree 100%): Your mental resistance increases by 100%, and your soul’s adaptability to deities of similar sects increases by 100%.”
Secrecy Power!
Secret Incarnation!
Soul Summoning Spirit!
Just like the Angels in fairy tales, silently spreading their wings to watch over you.
It is because of these acts of cowardice, hesitation, deception, sacrifice, and romance that Deya harbored a secret deep in her heart-a secret she longed to express yet remained buried under glaciers until the arrival of the Secret Incarnation, causing it to burst forth with a hundred thousand roses, trapping the Gospel deity within.
That is the real reason why Deya cried.
Not because she had previously remained silent, nor because the Conceptual Incarnation prevented her from speaking, but because she must continue to guard this secret in the future.
Once the secret is exposed and the secrecy power fails, the awakened deity will engulf her soul, turning her into a vessel known as Gosdeya, unable to meet Ashe or the Observer again.
So, she not only had to conceal the truth but also ensure that Ashe detected no hint of it, as any slip would diminish the effectiveness of her secrecy power. She had to weave a vast web to envelop both Ashe and the Observer in deception.
She needed to maintain the guise of a little girl.
She had to carefully hide the changes in the spirit.
She couldn’t let Ashe discover that she was a Witch.
She couldn’t let Ashe know that Lise had sisters.
She couldn’t let Ashe know about someone he didn’t recognize, didn’t know, and had never seen, yet had saved many times.
How ironic it was-if Deya didn’t conceal herself, she could no longer exist; if Deya kept hiding, he still wouldn’t know of her existence.
If fate pushed her forward, she could confess everything to Ashe and walk away liberated; if fate pulled her back, she could take this secret into the Virtual Realm and silently vanish; yet fate had her stay put, unable to step forward into the Abyss or back into hell, but mustering the courage to hold onto her secret, trying to find a path into a future no one had ever trodden.
Yes, the future.
Perhaps, someday Ashe would find a way to accommodate a deity without her needing secrecy power; perhaps, as a legendary sorcerer, she would find other means to control deities; perhaps, she could even become an Angel...
Thinking of their youth, their future, and the many opportunities still ahead, Deya finally managed to stop her tears, burping twice, her snot bubbling out.
She looked down and saw her tears and snot smearing Ashe’s clothes. Hearing Ashe’s laughter, Deya was too embarrassed to look up, feeling a sudden relief – thankful he thought she was just Lise...
She suddenly recalled Belldate’s mantra of domination: Increase what they desire, gift what they need.
From the moment she escaped the Tower, it seemed she was destined to return to it, as if everything was prearranged.
Was it you who planned everything, Gospel?
Deya couldn’t help but gaze at the Gospel deity within her soul. It wore an eyepatch and appeared as a demure young girl in a purple dress, quietly holding the soul summoning spirit. Noticing Deya’s gaze, it suddenly grasped the eyepatch and slowly lifted it.
But beneath the eyepatch was not a pair of eyes, but...
...a door?
In an instant, a door emerged from Deya, sucking them both in.
By the time Ashe and Deya realized what had happened, they had already arrived at a wondrous place: they were sitting on a spiderweb, unable to see its ends in any direction. Their entire view was filled with webs of various colors, shapes, and sizes, each web so immense it could only be described as majestic, like the sky or the earth itself.
These webs seemed to weave through space itself, layer upon layer, endlessly and boundlessly. The source of the light was unknown; it was neither dim nor dazzling.
Compared to these vast spiderwebs, Ashe and Deya seemed as tiny as insects, almost as if any creature that appeared here could easily prey on them-a terrifying thought.
“It’s my first time seeing two from the First Gospel.”
Ashe and Deya quickly turned around to see a beautiful lady hanging upside down above them on a spiderweb.
Although she was upside down, her long hair did not hang down, and her skirt did not flip up. If she wasn’t consciously controlling it, it only meant that the ‘up and down’ here closely depended on which web you were standing on.
Her expression was indifferent, framed by glasses, and her most striking feature was the luxurious headphones she wore, seemingly made of obsidian, with bells hanging from each end. Even in the Kingdom, such a fashion statement was avant-garde, adding a touch of approachability to her.
However, as soon as she spoke, any sense of familiarity Ashe and Deya might have felt immediately dissipated.
“Welcome to the Omniscient Heaven,” she said. “I am the Angel of Bell Listening, under the Weaver’s command. You may call me Bell.”