The gloomy sky forecasted an impending storm, and the sacred light that gathered on the cross of Saint Erde Cathedral dimmed unusually.
Felix clutched the Mammon's Redemption in his hand, his slender fingers turning pale from the grip. He stood quietly at the confessional's door, his narrow eyes slightly squinted, gleaming with a cold light.
Fourteen nuns stood silently behind him, an uncommon sight—these innocently charming sisters were armed with swords, resembling the ivory blades used by female knights.
The Saint Erde Cathedral was filled with an intense suppression. Everyone was silent, waiting quietly for the return of an angel...
Felix had woken up three magic hours earlier, his mind weary. The overdrawn magic had left him so depleted that he felt near death. With Lilia's support, he struggled to stand up, and holding the mysterious silver staff left by Master Gamma, his condition improved.
Using Mammon's Redemption and the enigmatic staff, Felix had restored his magic in just two magic hours, his robust spirit helping him to suppress the physical pain. Now, he needed answers about the contract brand left by the self-proclaimed 'Angela,' the angel!
As a weak child, his dignity was trampled by the Fairmuth family, who presented him as an exquisite gift. He had carved the Death's Touch onto his body, risking a life of torment just to drag his foes to hell when necessary.
Fortunate to have met Lady Elizabeth and even more so, Lady Ireland, the woman who changed his destiny. These two women who left their mark on his life, though they liked to have complete control, always treated him with equal respect.
This, Felix knew well, for behind their high stature, both Lady Elizabeth and Lady Ireland gave him the same esteem.
He who once dared to drag his enemies to hell without power, now with strength of his own, Felix would never submit to servitude!
Whether she was an angel or a demon, regardless of her beauty!
Felix did not know what kind of contract the mysterious angel had branded on him, but if it was indeed a Slavery Contract, then today's end was predestined to be a dire one—you die, or I die!
On this, Felix would never compromise, for once he learned to submit, he would lose his pride and stray from his path.
A caster with a broken will and trampled pride cannot continue on the path of magic; they become enslaved puppets, and puppets can never find Eternity...
Knights would lift their swords without fear for what they protect and face death with acceptance!
Casters, too, would use their flesh and blood to unleash the world's most spectacular fireworks!
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The angel named 'Angela' had taken Felix's money pouch and, taking on a human form, left Saint Erde Cathedral. No one knew where she had gone, but Felix knew she would return...
At six magic hours in the afternoon, Felix saw the angel again, her beauty refined to the extreme.
She stood quietly at the entrance of Saint Erde Cathedral, squinting her eyes, silently watching the stoic Felix. She held a stack of books in her arms, all third-rate knight novels with ornate covers, the topmost one recognized as the capital's number one tearjerker, "The Funeral of the Rose."
"My adorable little one, are you welcoming me back?" Angela fluttered her delicate lashes with a mischievous smile as she observed the silent Felix. She straightened her posture to accentuate the fullness of her chest beneath the snowy nun's robe, then cooed sweetly, "Are you still angry about me stealing your money pouch?"
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"Don't be so petty! How about I give you a kiss tonight as compensation? Is that okay?"
The angel in human form was breathtakingly beautiful, lacking the holy light that quenches desire and the snow-white wings that symbolize purity. What remained in the woman before him was a devilish, naked temptation.
At two meters tall, even in the largest nun's habit, she appeared snug, her pressured chest and lifted buttocks inadvertently revealing irresistible curves.
Felix averted his gaze from her exquisite face, her full and perky chest, her slender waist, her rounded and ample buttocks, and her astonishingly proportionate long legs...
In the end, helplessly, Felix closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, gripped the Mammon's Redemption tightly, and in the coldest voice he could muster, he demanded, "What kind of contract have you planted on me?"
The beautiful angel watched Felix with amusement, her pale blue eyes twinkling like stars. Her rosy lips curled into an enigmatic smile as she teased, "What if I said it's a Slavery Contract?"
Felix's eyes snapped open, a cold light shooting from his dark brown irises, as chilling as the scythe of death under moonlight, sending a shiver even through the angel before him!
In an instant, Felix raised the Mammon's Redemption high and then brought it down with force!
The vine-wood magic staff, backed by surging magic, pierced through the white marble floor! The terrifying force shattered the foundation, leaving cracks along the garden corridor of Saint Erde Cathedral!
Magic power swept through the corridor in a single breath, revealing the magic circles hidden beneath the flower beds, emitting deep blue light, forming the twelve constellations of the sky. Each constellation connected by three magical arc lines, enveloping everything in its reach.
From Astrology, the most lethal in the Arcane Seal—The Seal of the Twelve Zodiac Houses!
Angela tried to escape the sealed domain, but it was too late. Even as an angel, she couldn't flee the ancient Astrology's arcane seals hastily. More importantly, she never thought Felix would actually strike to kill, and with such a deadly force!
The suppressed power surged forth! A pair of pristine wings appeared behind Angela as she raised her staff, forged purely from holy light energy, chanting the spells of the Sacred Realm aloud!
The Seal of the Twelve Zodiac Houses could only temporarily restrain her power. With Felix's limited magic, he posed no real threat to her. Now angry, she decided to thoroughly teach the 'naughty little one' in front of her a harsh lesson!
Just then, a sword light appeared behind Angela!
Crimson blood scattered as the sharp blade with its piercing white aura passed through Angela's wings, leaving a ten-centimeter gash on her left arm. Had Angela not shifted her body at the crucial moment, the sword would have pierced her heart through her wings.
"So, angel's blood is also red..."
Felix muttered, closing his eyes. The Seal of the Twelve Zodiac Houses could restrain Angela for at least ten seconds, and in those ten seconds, an angel who couldn't draw on external holy light energy would not last under the sword of Light Ranger Aurelia...
With a hint of regret, Felix began to activate the magic within him to start the final fusion of the grafted magic patterns. Such a wound could only destroy her body; her soul would be reborn in the holy light of Heaven, but at least, he would be free from her contractual shackles.
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"Guardian Covenant!"
The shadow of death loomed over the beautiful angel, who began to regret joking with Felix like this. The Seal of the Twelve Zodiac Houses wasn't aimed at her but designed to cut off the external holy light energy. The area covered by The Seal of the Twelve Zodiac Houses would repel and expel all holy light energy, leaving her unable to sustain herself against the surprise attack of the black-clad swordswoman.
As the fierce sword light struck again, she closed her eyes and shouted in her quickest voice, "What I signed with you is a Guardian Covenant!"
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"I really can't accept this! I barely escaped Heaven and haven't started to enjoy life yet... now I have to return like this...
"Such a brutal little one! No concept of cherishing beauty; how can you bear to ruin a beauty like me, so flower-like and jade-like?
"Sigh, had I known, I would've thrown a Slavery Contract on him. At least then, I could take him to Heaven and torment him thoroughly!"
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"Huh?Am I not dead?"
After a moment, the pretty angel sister opened her eyes, patted her wildly thumping little heart, and thought to herself with secret joy, "Indeed! This little one does have a conscience."
But just then, a slightly emaciated figure collapsed into her arms, the blood from his shoulder staining Angela's snow-white nun's robe red.
Aurelia, dressed in a black bodysuit, stood before Angela in shock, unable to comprehend why Felix would suddenly appear in front of the angel and take the deadly sword strike meant for her.
Had she not forcefully retracted her strike, it would have gone through Felix's skull!
Struggling to stand, Felix covered the wound on his shoulder with his right hand, looked up at the two women with faces full of surprise, and through clenched teeth spat out a few words: "Damn Guardian Covenant!"
The pretty angel sister quickly realized what had happened and then laughed enchantingly...