An Angel's Observation Diary

Crito was still awake when Rasigore returned to his residence in Lielet City. When he pushed the door of the room, the angel made a disturbing sound, but probably the magic power was suppressed too severely, and Crito did not wake up. Did not open eyes.

Rasigal gently closed the door, returned to the living room, and re-disguised as Grant.

He hadn't heard the name Gorsha from anyone else for a long time, but he knew he hadn't forgotten her.For him, Gorsha is the same existence as Ku or Onikin, and he values ​​their ideas, even if some ideas seem unreasonable to him.

For example, the book that Ku gave herself, Onikin's inexplicable complaints, and Gorsha saying that she loves herself.

He always felt that he was a good friend. He read the book sent by Ku, listened to all the complaints of Onekin, and accepted Gorsha's confession.

He suddenly remembered how long he hadn't seen Gorsha. Before she left, Sarris didn't seem so boring.Rasigal was thinking this way, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open upstairs.

"I seem to hear you coming back." Crito went downstairs, "Did I sleep for a long time?"

"It's already evening, if it's according to Sarris' time."

"In other words, I slept all day..." Crito rubbed his forehead, and sat next to Rasigel naturally, "Is the work and rest here different from Sarris's?"

"Sarris has rules for working and resting time." Rasigal handed him a glass of wine. "Other cities are not so strict, but you'd better work and rest regularly, supplement food, and it will be easier to maintain magic power."

"I know." Crito smiled, "What is this?"

"Leicester's specialty ale tastes a bit different from that of the Demon Realm."

"Hmm..." Crito lowered his head and took a sip, then raised his head and smiled and said to Rasigal, "It's really different, this is the taste of heavenly ale."

"Oh? Really?" Rasigal put his hand on the angel's wrist and moved the wine glass to his mouth to take a sip.

“I don’t know where they got their ingredients,” Crito said. “It’s not just about the brewing method.”

"Nostalgia." Rasigal took the wine glass from him and put it back on the coffee table, "Every race will be like this."

"Will you do it too?" Crito asked curiously.

"Why not?" Rasigore turned his head, and suddenly realized that he and the angel were too close. The air exhaled by the other party made him feel itchy around the lips. Leaned back.

"How does heaven taste?" Angel asked him, seemingly unaware of Rasigal's intentional distance.

"It's too bitter." Rasigel evaluated the taste of the wine intuitively, and then asked, "Should I also ask about your evaluation of the Demon Realm?"

"That glass of Sarris tastes good." Crito deliberately ignores another meaning of the question.

Not minding the other party's avoidance of the question, Rasigal laughed, "I think, if you leave like this, you probably won't be able to drink that glass of Saris."

"It's okay, I probably already know what it smells like," Crito said. "Are you going to be angry?"

"why?"

"When I promised you to drink that glass of wine after I left, I knew it was unlikely that I would go back."

"Then why did you agree?" Rasigal realized that this trip plan did not seem to mean passing through Saris again, and looked at the angel with some displeasure.

"When you said that, I didn't really want to refuse, and we just met at that time..." Crito felt that his explanation was a bit unconvincing, and his voice gradually weakened.

"It would be better for me to apologize directly, right." Crito said weakly.

"I can teach you a more direct way of apologizing." Rasigal looked at the somewhat embarrassed face of the angel, the soft brown hair hanging down as if shining under the dim light, he felt for a moment that he had lost the ability to think Ability, before Crito opened his mouth to stop his lips trying to ask.

Crito didn't know whether it was due to inexperience or too much shock, almost completely unresponsive, when Rasigal's tongue slid across his palate, he shook his head as if he had just realized what happened, but this faint The resistance was directly ignored by the demon.

Rasigal felt that he was probably crazy, and the reality was out of control than he imagined, but he was still trying to keep a little distance a second ago.

Rasigore explored the angel's hot and humid mouth more deeply before regaining his sanity, and the small whimper from Crito's throat made him give up the idea of ​​regaining his sanity.

When Rasigore ended the kiss, he saw the slightly flushed face of the angel sticking to his face, and the corners of his eyes were dyed a layer of bright red due to his difficulty breathing, like a pigeon's throat. The other party looked at him blankly, It made him want to kiss him again.

"Grant..." Crito, who had regained his breathing rhythm a little, called his name, which made Rasigal regain his sanity.

Crito stepped back a little, raised his hand to wipe away some of the glittering water stains left on his lips, and watched Rasigore open his mouth but didn't say anything, as if he was still speaking.

"Is this... an apology?"

"Take it as an apology." Rasigal took the initiative to stand up and distance himself. He didn't quite know why he did this suddenly. Fortunately, Crito's reaction was calmer than he imagined. The kissing process seemed There was no strong rejection either. "Is this your first time kissing someone?"

"No... I have a date." The angel seemed hesitant, but said it anyway.

Rasigal was a little tempted to ask who it was, but his hunch told him it was best not to.

Crito seemed to have noticed something, and changed the subject in time before the other party spoke, "I haven't seen this city yet, why don't we go out for a stroll now."

Rasigel was keenly aware that the other party was avoiding staying in the same closed space with him, but he felt that this behavior was indeed helpful to the current situation, so he agreed to Angel's proposal without hesitation.

The layout of Lielet is like a rugby. The closest to the ground is the slum area, where fallen angels who have just arrived in the devil world are gathered. It is the narrowest and darkest place in the whole city. The most important residential area and the commercial area of ​​the entire city, the uppermost layer is where the rich and nobles live.Lielet has no concept of roads, only flight routes planned out with signs.

Crito spread his wings and stopped in front of the planning map in front of the city service area, thinking about the next goal. They just came out of the food area. Under Lasigal's suggestion, Crito chose some food that looked good. Add magic.

“Except for the ale, the other food here has nothing to do with Paradise,” Crito said after trying a small piece of sausage. “I’m even more curious now about how they found the raw material for the ale.”

"I don't know much about this place." Rasigal flipped through the city's tourist guide, and some uncommon words on it made him frown.

"They actually used Paradise." Crito leaned over to take a look, "Is this the official language of the city?"

"Theoretically not, but... Lielet is a rather special place, basically belonging to the autonomous region of the fallen angels, and not directly governed by the higher-level cities."

However, this situation has also passed.Rasigal flipped through the tourist brochure and thought.

He can read normal heavenly texts, but the words in this travel guide are unfamiliar enough for Tianshi. He has always been reluctant to take care of Lielette City. Just let him develop, but this does not mean that he can tolerate someone in his own territory blatantly communicating in the language of angels.

"If you don't want to come to the Demon Realm, you don't have to fall to heaven. They are just a group of guys abandoned by heaven, but they feel that they are superior. No one in the Demon Realm will like this place." Rasigore closed the travel brochure in his hand coldly. Putting it back in place, when he turned his head, he saw Crito looking at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing." Angel smiled, "I was just thinking about what you said."

"Any questions?" Rasigal asked.

"Well, I don't think they were abandoned by heaven, it should be that heaven was abandoned by them." Crito looked at Rasigal and said, "But you are right, I don't like this one too much place, although this is supposed to be a great city, I mean, the design makes people feel free, but this city is so alien to his land that he imprisoned himself, this city is too contradictory, just Like a fallen angel."

"I think this kind of contradiction is its attraction. If it only makes you feel free, it's not so interesting." Rasigel flew over and took his hand, "Put your wings away, I've already I saw many fallen angels passing by glaring at you."

"I don't mind, Grant." Crito said with a smile, but obediently put away the wings that were too conspicuous.

"I don't hate the contradictions in this city, but it's a little too proud. Maybe they will never understand why they fell to the sky." When Rasigore flew to the sky with Crito in his arms, he heard the angel say this in his ear .

As the howling wind fell, Rasigore looked down at this city he didn't understand. It seemed that even he felt that this place had never been a part of his territory. The pride that was still stuck in hell made this city suddenly look It was a little sparse, and he suddenly didn't want to destroy the original appearance of the city.

"Shouldn't angels be such a proud race?" Rasigal asked him in a low voice.

"Pride is the original sin, Grant." Crito said without hesitation.