Maggie didn't understand the angels' code of conduct, nor did she understand why they, despite possessing immense power and clearly witnessing the tragedy unfolding, remained bystanders, silently observing everything.
The small Zephnea family should have been easily dealt with by the angels, so why let so many people die because of it?
"Please calm down, Miss Saintess."
Al seemed to have guessed that Maggie would have a major emotional upheaval, and like a detached doctor in a hospital, his reminder was only to better continue the treatment, not to care about the patient's mental health.
"The angels' code of conduct is to maintain the balance of order across the entire continent, not for any particular race or life form."
His words completely disregarded Maggie's thoughts and feelings, to the point that Maggie couldn't utter a single word of the question that was already stuck in her throat.
Because these are angels; they have no emotions. Expecting them to empathize is like expecting a sow to fly.
Once she understood all this, the impulses that had surged through Maggie's mind were like being doused with a bucket of cold water, leaving her feeling chilled and even her heart frozen.
Indeed, they had no obligation to do so. The reason why El is interfering in the Duke's mansion and even coming to find her is most likely because of 'Tartaros', for the sake of the bigger picture.
To completely eliminate those lurking henchmen, not some pitiful individual.
Maggie closed her eyes, her expression gradually returning to normal, though a hint of mockery lingered at the corner of her mouth. It was unclear whether it was directed at the angel, at her, or at the unsuspecting original owner of the body; it was probably all of the above.
"It seems that Miss Saintess has calmed down. We can continue our conversation now."
Seeing that Maggie had calmed down, El didn't hesitate and continued speaking.
"Since I am the president of the Silver Wheel, the wish letter is valid. If you strongly insist that I kill the Duke, I will comply with the Saintess's request."
“But as angels, we need to completely eliminate Tartarus’s minions. If the Duke is killed, the monsters will flee. What do you think?”
El's eyes were calm and expressionless, but his words were forcing Maggie to make the so-called 'right decision'.
For a moment, Maggie almost laughed in anger. An indescribable sense of frustration lingered in her heart. Was this his sincerity?
"..."
Maggie remained silent, and El, unhurried, simply watched her quietly.
Until Maggie took a deep breath and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.
"Don't kill."
El nodded, not at all surprised by Maggie's choice.
"I will protect your mother for the Holy Maiden. As for your father, the angels will find a way to completely destroy the demons, and the Silver Wheel will also secretly restrain your father's actions."
Hearing El's words, Maggie felt no joy at all, only resentment. Looking at his handsome face, but with an expression almost identical to that of a robot, she suddenly had an urge to scratch his face.
In fact, she didn't have any other choice. After all, he was the big boss. Although he said he would keep his promise, who knew if he would change his mind if she chose another option?
Those with power are the fathers; the so-called right to choose is just a label that seems democratic and respectful.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
Although she had no say in the matter, Maggie was not without temper. Her face turned completely cold, and she simply uttered a nonchalant remark.
"Yes, of course, the Silver Wheel also hopes to have more cooperation with Miss Saintess."
El, however, seemed oblivious to Maggie's terrible mood and continued talking to himself.
"There are many weak races in the Silver Wheel. We can help Miss Saint. After you gain power in the temple, you should also strive for more status for each race."
As an angel, El did indeed do his best to maintain the balance and order of the entire continent.
If Maggie were to see the scales in her dream now, she would find that the scales have tilted too far in the direction of 'increasing entropy,' and when the scales are completely tilted, the world will become completely disordered.
With the expansion of 'Tartaros', the danger lurking on the back side of the Coral continent is gradually becoming uncontrollable.
Otherwise, the angels wouldn't be so active lately.
Of course, Maggie was unaware of all this; she only felt that El was too much like an AI and had no desire to continue communicating with him.
"I understand. We'll talk about this later. I don't want to discuss it now."
Maggie kept a cold face and did not agree to El's request. She was annoyed just looking at El's face. Even though this matter would actually benefit her, it did not stop her from disliking El and not wanting to agree now.
"It seems that Miss Saintess is tired. Let's leave today's business aside and talk again next time."
El understood Maggie's meaning, and without pressing her further, prepared to let Maggie leave.
As the two talked, it was already close to midnight. The Margaret's Tavern was busier than it had been at dusk. Even though Maggie found a corner spot, people would inevitably pass by.
Maggie was in a bad mood, and her movement as she stood up was a little too abrupt. She didn't notice someone coming from behind her, and just as she was about to turn around, she was bumped by someone and stumbled, falling straight towards El.
Perhaps out of politeness, El reached out his arm to catch Maggie, while the person who had bumped into her reeked of alcohol and was cursing angrily.
"A woman? A blind woman, coming to a tavern so late at night, is she just bored?"
Perhaps realizing that the woman in front of him had a pretty good figure, the man who bumped into her gradually changed from being impatient to being lecherous. Even though Maggie wasn't facing him directly, she could vaguely feel the lewd gaze coming from behind her.
I was already in a bad mood! And then they had to come and provoke me!
Maggie was already a powder keg on the verge of exploding, and this kind of upsetting thing completely enraged her.
Maggie didn't even turn around to see what his face looked like before a beam of light pierced straight through his head.
For a moment, El's seven-colored eyes went blank, and he remained in the raised hand position, even forgetting to let go of Maggie and help her up.
It wasn't until the unfortunate guy opposite him made a sound that he seemed to regain his senses, but his eyes were filled with doubt.
"Forehead....?"
The man's eyes widened suddenly, as if he hadn't realized what had just happened, but he didn't have time to understand. The next second, his body collapsed to the ground, never to wake up again.
Blood was everywhere, and the tavern fell silent.
At that moment, Maggie stood up straight with a cold expression, not even bothering to look at the person.
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