how to seduce an angel

"Lover?" Memphis looked as if he had eaten something very sour, and his pretty good face tightened, "You mean, it must be Deville."

I don't like his tone of voice—

He seems to be saying that it is incredible that I and Deville are together.

"I didn't expect it to be true." The fallen angel murmured.

He immediately showed a puzzled expression, "But, don't you mind those things?"

"?"

I asked impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Fallen Angel: "It's Birmingham and the School of Magic."

Me: "What does Birmingham and the School of Magic have to do with Dwyer?"

The fallen angel's expression was blank: "...Huh?"

Maybe it was because my rhetorical question was too straightforward, he was stunned as if he hadn't reacted, looked at me suspiciously, showed a little understanding, immediately overturned it, and then showed doubt again after a few seconds.

After repeating it several times, he contemplated for a while, then suddenly took a deep breath, floating in the air, tentatively asking in surprise, "You...do you know who I am?"

do not know.

But I felt so relaxed talking to him, we must have known each other before.

The little devil listened for a long time, looked back and forth between me and the fallen angel, couldn't figure out the situation, and said cautiously: "Mr. Mephis, you and Lord Lanza...how can Lord Lanza not know you?"

— Memphis.

Accompanied by this name, there is a pile of shadows layered on top of each other. There are cold lights of weapons and black wings, which blur before I can distinguish them.

I seem to have really forgotten a lot of important things.

"The seventh realm..." I rubbed my forehead, which seemed to be aching from the sudden swelling of the picture in my mind, and stopped in the middle of speaking, because it was difficult for me to organize the words I really wanted to ask.

My expression must be very telling. The little devil looked at my expression and said in surprise: "You really don't remember?"

"..."

Although I didn't get an exact answer from me, Mephis was very sure of the answer, his expression changed from surprise to understanding, and he nodded thoughtfully: "Well, it's normal for such a strong magic to have sequelae."

"Sequelae!?" The little devil became impatient.

Flying to my side, dare not touch me easily, can only rely on verbal reminders, try to help me remember: "It was you who saved us in the seventh realm and brought us to the ninth realm, and it was you who let Teacher Mephis The one who taught us magic, have you forgotten?"

save?

What happened to the magic school in the Seventh Realm?

Why do you need my help?

So many questions were tangled together that I could only grab one of the threads and ask with a headache, "Where's Birminger?"

Can't he even keep a school?

The little devil seemed to be stunned. He didn't speak for a long time, but flew up and down up and down, staring at me dumbfounded.

The expression on Mephis's face gradually turned into sympathy, and he interjected: "Hey, let's forget about it, so it's okay—"

The little devil said in disbelief: "Master Birminga died a long time ago, Mr. Lanza, what's wrong with you?"

really dead?

"How did you die? Who killed you?"

"Angel, it was you who collected the body for Lord Birmina!"

Wings with broken bones hung on the mast and were blown by the wind, and the bone spurs that pierced the wings rubbed against my skull.

I vaguely saw a head hanging above the wings, and the face under the messy hair was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, so I couldn't see it clearly.

All of a sudden, a sense of weightlessness came over me, double images appeared in front of my eyes, and the roof under my feet suddenly cracked, and I fell rumbling down.

My body shook violently, and I immediately spread my wings to fly, but my wings seemed to be filled with lead, and I didn't shake them. The short stay was enough to make me realize that the shaking just now was just an illusion.

When I was weightless, I seemed to remember everything, anger, pain, and sadness in a very short period of time, but when my vision regained focus, everything was like ripples caused by feathers across the water, fleeting, leaving behind All I have left is emptiness.

Soon, the void was filled——

Why did the magic school in the seventh realm move to the ninth realm?

Because of Birminger's death, the Seventh Realm was destroyed.

No devil will do anything to the magic school, it can only be the work of the gods.

And these are all related to Deville.

Deville hesitated to speak several times, repeatedly confirming over and over again in the lord's palace whether I would let him leave...

Countless scattered fragments condensed into a black arrow feather wrapped in strong magic power, flew from the sky, and nailed to the empty shell surrounding me with a clang sound.

I have seen this arrow, it is from my hand, it has flown the same distance, piercing a solid barrier.

The tip of the arrow glowing with cold light is like a butterfly with a broken cocoon. The cracks that will be nailed between the flapping wings continue to expand, and finally there is only a "click" sound——

Just like the broken barrier outside the holy land of Canaan, the invisible wall formed by 60 years of time in front of me collapsed suddenly.