"Is it true that Michelle looks exactly like me?"

Cyra suddenly changed the topic and asked me.

"Didn't you see it for yourself? Why are you still asking?" I was a little confused, not knowing what her intention was for bringing this up again.

"Even though I heard from you that the red-haired twelve-winged angel is Michelle, I still didn't get a clear look at her face because she was too far away the whole time," Cyra explained, lowering her eyes.

"Come to think of it, you mentioned this before, but it never felt very real to me, so I didn't pay much attention. It wasn't until Juliet and Gwen saw me and were scared to death that I truly felt the strangeness of it all..."

"Do you think this is all just a coincidence?"

"Well, this..."

I didn't know how to answer, not expecting her to ask such a question. After all, I couldn't find any common ground between her and Michelle. At least based on the information I had so far, I could only explain it as a coincidence.

"Never mind."

Seeing my awkward expression, Cyra didn't say anything more either. She just turned her head to look out the window.

"Perhaps there is a reason we came to this world. Everything is the will of the Lord. He is waiting for us somewhere in this world..."

I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, but it seemed like a few sparkling tears appeared rarely in the corners of her eyes.

I was suddenly at a loss, never having seen Cyra like this before. I didn't know how to comfort her.

I had always felt that she was an optimist. Whether it was in high school, or after crossing over, she was always bouncing around getting into trouble. Even after I tore out half the feathers from her wings, she just complained for a bit and soon returned to normal.

I didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly just because her wing was temporarily damaged. Was it because of Norma's death? But that didn't seem right either! After all, she had said it was just a fling between them, consensual. Could it be... she had truly fallen for her?

If that was the case, it would be troublesome. Angels' bodies disappear when they die, so even if there was a resurrection technique, it wouldn't work!

"Um... people die... I mean, angels can't be brought back to life after death, so you better mourn and restrain yourself!"

Thinking of this, I could only stiffly say some words of comfort.

"Besides, souls can be reincarnated in this world. Maybe you two will meet again someday, just with a different relationship."

This sounded a bit familiar...where had I heard it before...

"Meet who again?"

Cyra didn't understand and turned to ask me.

"Norma of course!"

I answered matter-of-factly. Who else could it be but her?

"What does Norma have to do with anything?"

She carefully recalled my words and immediately reacted.

"Oh... that's what you meant! Don't worry, I already got revenge, so I'm over it now!"

"??????"

I was filled with question marks. This didn't seem like the right reaction...

"You're not sad anymore?"

"Why would I be sad?"

Cyra looked at me blankly and retorted with a question.

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"You're the one acting strange. Do you have something you want to say to me?"

"No...nothing..."

I didn't know what to say anymore, so I just patted her shoulder and said,

"As long as you're happy!"

Then I opened the door and walked out of the room again.

"Hey! Don't go playing guessing games!"

I could hear her disgruntled yell behind me. It almost made my nose crooked from anger. She was the one who started it!

...

"Chief, you don't need to send these warriors. Edenmere's forces should be enough now. Hurry and call them back!"

Standing under the home tree, I helplessly declined the Light Elf Chief's offer. Even though I had refused, after learning Edenmere City was in trouble, he still selected over ten skilled mages to support the angels. He had even dispatched them on their way not long ago.

Regardless of these Light Elves' combat strength, just travelling by foot would take at least a full day to reach their destination. By then, it would be too late.

"It's alright. We just want to do our small part to help. Besides, if everything is peaceful, that's even better. At least this troop can bring back good news to us promptly."

The Chief shook his head and argued. It seemed he had already anticipated my reaction.

"Alright then..."

Since he was determined, I didn't want to say anymore.

"In that case, I'll be on my way first. After all, I'm also very worried about the situation in the city. Thank you again for taking care of Cyra, I appreciate it."

"It's no trouble at all. Cyra is a regular guest here. Not a bother in the slightest!"

Seeing the Light Elf Chief's smiling face, I nodded slightly, then leapt onto the branches and headed straight for the tree house.

Although Cyra had insisted on leaving with me, her wings were damaged after all. Plus, her strength wasn't great either, so going back wouldn't be very helpful. On the contrary, it could be dangerous.

So I had decided on my own to leave her here. My purpose right now was to tell her this news and let her rest and recover at ease.

However...

When I opened the door to the room, the atmosphere inside had become strangely "mysterious."

"Lady Cyra, do you have to leave so soon? They say Edenmere is under attack by monsters now. Will we have a chance to meet again?"

This was a female Light Elf speaking. When had two more people gotten on the bed? And why were clothes strewn all over the floor? I had a very bad feeling about this.

Sure enough! After quietly walking into the room, the scene I saw made me even more speechless. I was furious.

"Cyra!"

I yelled loudly. The three on the bed were caught off guard and immediately sat up. Seeing it was me, they breathed a sigh of relief, especially the one in the middle who even had a nonchalant expression.

"You scared me. I thought Lady Elara had come back again..."

Cyra sat between two female Light Elves, one arm around each, and complained very unhappily to me.

"Feliciana, don't be so jumpy next time."

"Do you know what you're doing? Norma just died not long ago, and you're already..."

I was truly at my wits' end. I had thought Nicola was bad enough already, but Cyra was even worse than I imagined!

"What kind of potion did you use to bewitch them? To be so devoted to you?"

I turned my gaze to the two Light Elves. I could tell they were willing, but I just couldn't understand how they had become so infatuated after I had only left for ten minutes. And it was a threesome!

"There's no potion. We're already very familiar with each other. Every time I come here, they cling to me."

Cyra proudly said. She took a bite of the fruit the Light Elf brought to her mouth, clearly enjoying herself very much.

"You should realize it too. Angels are very noble existences to Light Elves. Plus, they are very intimate with the light element by nature. So they have always been obedient and catering to angels."

"So you took advantage of that? With two at the same time?"

I finally understood. This thing was purely an opportunist, insatiable whenever a chance appeared. No wonder she didn't come back all last night.

Looking at it this way, although both were scumbags, at least the rich playboy had more integrity compared to the pervert.

"You two are adults, right?"

I was starting to feel these Light Elves looked very young.

"Of course! I'm 17 years old this year. This is my younger sister, she's 16."

The Light Elf who looked slightly more mature immediately introduced herself proudly. Then a shy expression appeared on her face again.

"The Chief said I must serve the Angel well. So Lady Feliciana, we are very willing if you don't mind..."

"Too much!"

I just wanted to slam my head against a wall! Alright, maybe 16 was considered an adult in this world. But on Earth, you'd go to jail for this, Cyra!

"Don't pretend to be so upright! I already heard from Nicola that she got you!"

Seeing my unable-to-accept expression, Cyra was very dismissive. She directly exposed my scandal.

"What do you mean she got me? That was a misunderstanding! She even told you things like this?"

I jumped in anger. I really couldn't believe Nicola would shamelessly tell such embarrassing stories everywhere! What was she thinking? I thought she had integrity just now...

"Of course, we're all best buddies going through difficulties together! What's there to be shy about?"

Cyra looked at me encouragingly and suggested,

"What do you think? Do you want to try it too? Don't worry, I definitely won't participate! Or we can switch Light Elves?"

"Get lost!"

I rejected her rotten lifestyle in annoyance.

Maybe I couldn't control Cyra's private life usually, but after personally watching Norma disappear before my eyes today, I absolutely wouldn't just stand by this time!

"Get up and put your clothes on properly!"

I went over and pulled her off the bed, then shoved all the clothes on the floor into her hands.

"Weren't you yelling about leaving together with me? Now, immediately, let's go back to Edenmere City together!"

I changed my mind. If I let her stay here longer, who knows how many female Light Elves in the tribe she would corrupt.

"Oh...fine, but why are you overreacting so much!"

Having no choice, she slowly started putting clothes back on, still grumbling very unhappily.

"Such a good opportunity, and you don't even take advantage of it. Are you even a man?"