Maggie knew she had acted impulsively, but anyone who would say such things to a strange woman was probably no good, so it was fine if he died.
As for trouble, it's just a matter of keeping quiet. Money makes the world go round, and the last thing she lacks right now is money.
"I'm paying for everything tonight, and nobody is allowed to tell anyone about this."
Maggie lowered her voice slightly, losing her usual gentleness and instead sounding like an arrogant and unreasonable noblewoman from a prominent family.
In fact, it's quite normal for people to die in places like taverns.
There are quite a few mercenaries here, and the number of conflicts is far greater than in other places. However, in Santa Fe City, if someone dies, paladins will come to patrol, which can cause a little trouble.
The tavern owner, sensing something was amiss, immediately came forward, approaching Maggie with a hint of obsequiousness in his expression.
"Miss, you?"
The bosses are all knowledgeable and sensible; helping to dispose of corpses is considered one of his side jobs, and he has covered up crimes quite a few times.
He just didn't know that Maggie was the Holy Maiden of Light. If he had known, he would never have dared to ask for any benefits, and he might even have been too scared to move.
Maggie simply took a pocketful of gold coins and placed it in the shopkeeper's hand.
Since someone is willing to help solve it, she doesn't need to bother; she trusts the boss will handle it well.
After taking the money, the boss gave a signal to the thugs in the shadows. Before long, the unfortunate man's body was completely cleaned up, leaving no trace of blood. The tavern returned to its previous lively state, as if nothing had happened.
But no one dared to approach Maggie anymore.
Everyone knows that Maggie is a wealthy and capable young lady, so no one would be so eager to seek death.
El watched all of this quietly until Maggie finished dealing with everything and was about to leave, at which point he suddenly spoke.
"Wait, Miss Saintess."
Maggie paused, turned her head with a questioning expression, all out of politeness.
Could you come a little closer to me?
His question was so direct that anyone who didn't know better might have thought it was sexual harassment, but his eyes were clean and innocent, which made Maggie, who was already furious after killing someone, feel restrained for two seconds.
Getting angry is one thing, not getting angry is another; I feel like I'm not on the same wavelength as El.
Maggie's "Huh?" was practically written all over her face.
"Archangel, are you sure you're still normal?"
Maggie asked, feigning sincerity.
However, she was actually being sarcastic, reminding El not to say or do strange things that could easily lead to misunderstandings.
She didn't expect that El would answer her question so seriously.
"I'm sure I'm perfectly normal."
Maggie's mind went blank.
"?"
After a long while, she finally found her voice.
"No, thank you."
Having said that, she didn't linger and left the tavern without hesitation.
Al was left standing there, staring at his arm for a long time, his brows furrowed slightly.
He didn't understand what the unknown churning in his heart was, nor did he understand why he had heard that woman's voice.
Just like now, that inexplicable feeling still lingered in his heart, making him want to touch Maggie again, so he said it.
As a result, he was rejected.
El should understand, because it's perfectly normal for a human woman to refuse such a request; on the contrary, his words seemed quite lewd.
He shouldn't do such a thing, but I don't know what happened just now.
He pondered this, yet couldn't understand his own actions.
It's like a system that has been running unchanged for thousands of years suddenly malfunctioning, or like being invaded by a Trojan virus. Although the system can still function normally, this little bug is enough to make El struggle for a long time.
Maggie didn't know, and El didn't understand.
The seeds have been planted silently, and one day in the future they will begin to take root and sprout, gradually becoming firmly established and impossible to remove.
...
Maggie was very unhappy, and her face remained gloomy after returning to the temple. However, to prevent others from seeing her and ruining her image, she simply locked herself inside and refused to go out.
"Who made our Maggie angry this time?"
Roy stayed in the room and didn't leave. When he saw Maggie return in a huff, he immediately went up to her with a big smile and coaxed her in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child... or rather, a little ghost.
"I met a crazy, abnormal person."
Maggie couldn't help but complain.
"Why would Maggie go to see a madman?"
Roy was surprised.
"No, I was just talking nonsense. I went to see an angel. I don't know if you have any dealings with angels."
Although Maggie was still angry, she wouldn't take it out on people who cared about her. In the end, she just sighed helplessly and started chatting with Roy.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing the word 'angel,' the little jellyfish beside her floated over and spoke to Maggie in a timid tone.
"I think... I know an angel?"
The little jellyfish's words were uncertain, but they still caught Maggie's attention.
"Hmm? Little jellyfish has seen angels too?"
Maggie wasn't surprised. The little jellyfish looked weak, but it had lived for many years, so it wasn't strange that it had seen angels.
"Hmm... I used to have a friend who was a very handsome elf, but then... he died."
The little jellyfish was visibly downcast as she spoke, but seeing that Maggie was willing to listen, she continued talking.
"Later, I met an angel who looked very much like my elf friend, but he didn't have pointed ears or green hair."
"He has gained a pair of wings and a halo, and... he doesn't recognize me anymore."
As he finished speaking, Maggie's expression almost froze. This was such a heavy topic; it wouldn't have been so difficult to discuss...
"Um...he...he probably didn't do it on purpose."
The key is that Maggie knows the origin of the Newborn Angels, which are basically powerful heroic spirits of various races. She doesn't need to guess which elf it is; she knows it must be a very powerful creature. However, the little jellyfish probably can't understand this kind of thing.
Why do good friends, whom you thought were dead, become unrecognizable and so indifferent when you finally see them again?
"Hehe, you're right, I think so too."
Hearing Maggie's comforting words, the little jellyfish smiled shyly, believing Maggie's words.
"Anyway, as long as I know he's still alive, it doesn't matter if he doesn't recognize me."
Maggie fell completely silent.
For elemental spirits, the lifespan of ordinary creatures is far too short, so Maggie believes that the little jellyfish must be very happy to see the angel again.
At that moment, Maggie gave up on continuing the conversation about angels and decided to resolutely prevent the little jellyfish from knowing the truth about the angel's reincarnation.
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