MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 1019: In A Hurry

"Oh Lower Being, I Shall Forgive You This Once, Merely Because I Am In A Hurry," Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion, the Twelve-Winged Angel, began to speak with a calm tone. "I Have Come To Ask For A Man Named Null Michael. I Have Searched Your Galaxy For Him, But It Seems He Has Hidden Somewhere And We Cannot Find Him," the Twelve-Winged Angel continued. "So I Have Come To You, Who Seems To Be Closest To Him According To My Information," the Angel stated in finality.

A while ago, their God had promised that whoever brought Null Michael’s head would be elevated to the Thirteen-Winged level, a power scale that nobody in the entire history of the Divinora Galaxy had ever achieved, be it during the forgotten eons or during the buried and erased histories of their ancient past.

This was precisely why Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion was in such a hurry and had ignored Irene’s ’disrespectful’ tone and stance. He could not be bothered to waste his time arguing with an inferior species when something far greater awaited him. After all, he was not the only one hunting for Michael’s head.

He had secretly sneaked out of the Divinora Galaxy without anyone knowing, precisely so he could gain an advantage over his fellow Twelve-Winged Angels.

If he succeeded, he would ascend beyond them all.

’So it is exactly as I guessed. I wonder when that boy will finally stop causing trouble,’ Irene thought to herself with a quiet sigh. Although Michael was a man who had lived for over a thousand years, to a mother, a son would always remain a boy, no matter how old he became.

’But why can’t he be sensed?’ she wondered with genuine confusion.

As for the Angel’s words about Michael hiding somewhere, Irene did not even consider that possibility. She knew her own son far too well. Just as Lucian had once said that the words trash and Anthony could never exist in the same sentence, the words hiding and Michael simply could not coexist either.

Michael did not hide. That was simply not the kind of man he was. She decided not to think too deeply about it. No matter how much she strained her mind searching for an answer, she would not find one here.

The reason why Michael could not be sensed was actually very simple. At this very moment, he was existing within a separate plane created by none other than Klaus himself. Within that sealed and isolated dimension, Michael, and everyone else within that separate plane, were completely cut off from the outside universe.

Meaning that, for now, he simply could not be found.

If that were not the case, Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion might very well have already encountered Anthony, Collins, or even Mitchelle if they had not all been located within that same separate plane. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

’I do wonder how they obtained their information,’ Irene thought once more. But the moment the thought appeared, she immediately dismissed it. There were countless methods to obtain information on someone. The Blind Seer of Omni Peak Academy was a perfect example of such methods.

Not everyone was like Anthony, who possessed the Perfect One ability that stemmed directly from the Authority of Information.

"I do know of the man you speak of. He is my son," Irene replied calmly as her crimson eyes met the golden eyes of every Angel hovering before her.

"Where Is He?" the Twelve-Winged Angel asked with an authoritative tone that carried the weight of command.

Irene simply shrugged with an indifferent calmness, "how should I know? You could not find him, so how could I?" she replied smoothly, her response flawless and logically sound.

The Twelve-Winged Angel was momentarily rendered speechless. He had come here believing that this inferior species would possess the answers he sought, but it appeared that he had been mistaken.

"But I could bring him to you, though," Irene added casually. "That way, you could simply deal with him and leave me out of it." Her face remained completely expressionless, her demeanor calm and composed. She continued sitting within her vast garden of flowers, never even bothering to rise to her feet as she spoke to beings who considered themselves divine.

"How?" Sylthorin Aethryx Solvarion immediately asked.

"Simple," Irene replied without hesitation. "Remove the barrier you used to block communication, and I will immediately contact him." She spoke as though she were effortlessly selling out her own son.

Irene was far from foolish, she understood that whatever barrier had been placed to block communication likely extended across a vast radius spanning unknown light-years. If the barrier had been limited only to this planet, she could have simply destroyed it and contacted both Michael and Collins instantly.

The Twelve-Winged Angel did not fall for her word trick. Although it might have appeared that Irene was betraying her own son, Sylthorin clearly understood what she was attempting to do. If he removed the barrier, she would simply call for whatever reinforcements she could summon.

Of course, he was not afraid of whatever weak Lower Beings might arrive, to him, even a billion ants were still nothing more than ants, but he did not have the time to waste dealing with them.

His objective was Michael and only Michael.

"It Seems I Might Have To Extract Whatever Information You Possess Directly From Your Mind, Lower Being," the Twelve-Winged Angel declared as he arrived at the conclusion that this conversation was leading nowhere.

At those words, the demeanor of the twenty Eleven-Winged Angels immediately shifted. Their expressions hardened as they prepared themselves to dive into battle against a woman whose specialty was not even combat.

"I suppose it had to come to this from the very beginning," Irene mused softly as she finally rose to her feet with the casual grace of someone who feared absolutely nothing.

"Oh, and by the way," she added calmly, "my name is Crimson Irene, not ’lower being.’ And I would like you to remember that, because today will mark the moment you made the greatest mistake of your life."

Her tone remained perfectly calm.

The atmosphere itself seemed to tremble, silence descended upon the garden, yet that silence felt louder than any explosion any of them had ever heard.

Nobody moved, the Eleven-Winged Angels simply waited for the command of the Twelve-Winged Angel with eager anticipation and cruel excitement. Their golden eyes gleamed with the promise of violence, meanwhile, Crimson Irene stood calmly among the flowers, her posture composed and dignified.

The confidence she displayed suggested something completely unexpected, that she possessed a combat power no healer should ever possess. And with that, Crimson Irene was about to participate in the first official battle after many years.

Will she die here, or continue to live to see the smile on her family’s faces? The answer remained unknown.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Ready for another peak battle? Muahahaha!