Maggie stared stiffly toward the Demon King's castle. If nothing unexpected happened, Philomona's child with the current Demon King should be her Demon King boss in reality.
It's such an unexpected coincidence that I arrived in Hell just in time for his birth.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Maggie paused briefly before El's questioning voice came from behind her.
"No, it's nothing. Where could you possibly find the method you described?"
She suppressed her shock and tried to remain calm in her tone.
"The Demon King's Castle".
Without pausing, El gave Maggie his answer directly, but it sounded so absurd that he, as the archangel, actually planned to take her to the devil's lair.
Is it true or false?
"Huh? Is this convenient?"
Maggie turned to look at El, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Hmm, the Demon King can't hurt me."
El nodded seriously, giving off a subtle human-machine vibe, but his words were quite nuanced.
Whether he gets hurt or not is another matter, but does he really know what he's doing?
If angels can be likened to a finely functioning system, then El must have been either broken down by the system or invaded by a virus.
"never mind."
Maggie stared blankly at El's serious expression, which didn't seem like a joke. After a while, she gave up. Anyway, it was just a dream, so there was no need to dwell on the implausibility. As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
Since El is willing, why should she resist?
Having said that, Maggie turned her head away, and the angel walked openly through Hell, without the slightest attempt to avoid the demons passing by.
As a result, Maggie felt like a monkey in a zoo, constantly being watched by demons.
Although no demon dared to provoke or stop El because of his status as an archangel, the strange looks he received still left Maggie with indescribable feelings.
Maggie was actually used to all kinds of gazes—kind, malicious, curious, disgusted—provided that the gaze came from humans.
Being surrounded by a group of creatures of various shapes, some even so grotesque that their forms were unrecognizable, still made her feel somewhat uneasy.
"Hey, do you come to hell often?"
Maggie couldn't help but whisper to El, "What do you mean?"
"Yes, I come here often."
Another unexpected answer, and Maggie fell completely silent.
Listen to this, is this something an angel should say?
"I know what you're thinking, but contrary to your imagination, angels and demons are not entirely opposites."
El spoke in a flat tone and looked indifferent, but in reality, whenever Maggie had any questions, he would try his best to explain, leaving Maggie no chance to have any doubts.
“Angels only have one daily task: to capture demons who attempt to contract with the souls of living beings. The rest of the time, angels do not actively hunt demons.”
As he finished speaking, Maggie's understanding was once again overturned.
"You mean, the angels simply dislike demons coveting the souls of the creatures on the continent?"
Maggie thought about it for a moment and felt that El's statement was a bit contradictory, because one of the demons' foods is human negative emotions. If they don't make contracts with demon followers and harvest souls, they will starve to death.
Literally, it means they will starve to death, just like succubi would starve to death if they didn't have sex.
Depriving someone of food is an irreconcilable enmity, isn't it?
"Um."
El seemed reluctant to discuss the topic of the soul; he simply responded softly and said nothing more.
"Then what do you do in hell?"
Maggie continued to ask curiously.
"...to redeem a part of the soul and take it back."
El was silent for a moment, and judging from his expression, he didn't want to answer, but perhaps because Maggie's eyes were too bright and her face was full of expectation, he still explained.
"?"
Maggie had even more questions.
"I will take back some of the souls that have not yet fallen into demonic ways."
A hint of helplessness flickered across El's brow. What he had said was already pushing the boundaries of the rules; he couldn't say any more.
His first attempt to cross the line of the rules was actually to answer a question from a human being.
He didn't quite understand his own thoughts, but looking at the girl's vivid and changing expressions, sometimes frowning, sometimes happy, or expectant and curious.
For some reason, he just wanted to tell her.
When Maggie saw that El had stopped talking and fallen completely silent, she didn't press the matter further.
but......
This information is still very important because, apart from the false god black dragon Rielta, she has never seen any souls. All the souls have disappeared without a trace, but now El says he will redeem them.
Moreover, she had assumed that the souls harvested by the demons would either become food or be assimilated by the demons, but she hadn't expected that there were still some who hadn't fallen. It was really strange.
In other words, he had seen souls and knew of their existence.
Where are those souls now?
Maggie fell into deep thought.
While they were pondering, the two had already arrived in front of the Demon King's castle. Before they could even step onto the bridge connecting the castle, they were stopped by the demons guarding the gate.
"Archangel, you were here just two days ago, there are no new arrivals yet, please go back now."
Maggie tilted her head almost imperceptibly, because the two hellish guards were very rare humanoid figures, and their faces even had a somewhat sinister handsomeness, much better than the group of strange-looking demons outside.
And judging from their tone, it seems that El comes here often and is already quite familiar with the place.
"I have other business with the Demon King."
El seemed to be used to the unwelcoming attitude of the Hell Servant.
"...The Demon King is overjoyed today, you may come on another day."
Finally, the hellish servant with a beauty mark under his left eye and two devil horns on his head sighed helplessly, not only changing his address to a more respectful one but also adding a hint of pleading to his tone.
"No."
El uttered a single word with great firmness, and the two waiters froze, exchanged a glance, and helplessly made way for him.
Maggie watched their conversation the whole time, and couldn't help but marvel at it.
If she guessed correctly, El must have done something to anger the Demon King in the Demon King's castle, and might even have fought with him, otherwise these two hell servants wouldn't be so resistant to El's entry.
But they couldn't change Al's decision, so they had no choice but to let him go.
It's possible that these two were also beaten by El.
The harmonious exchange between angels and demons truly broadened Maggie's horizons.
Of course, this is only relatively harmonious; there are likely many more instances of disharmony.
She guessed.
However, thanks to Al, she actually had the opportunity to visit her future boss's home and possibly even meet Safa as a child.
Thinking about it this way, the adult version of Safa doesn't seem so scary anymore.
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