Episode 162: An angel who dresses as a woman (12)
A woman was standing outside the infirmary.
She was a woman who was called a saint by some and a hero by others.
But she called herself an apostate.
‘This conversation.’
And as an apostate who had turned his back on heaven, he could not bear to interrupt this conversation between the young angel and the fallen girl.
Clumsy stories about the truth.
But it was talking about the nature of the world.
‘Dialogue between an angel and an apostate.’
Saint Rebecca just closed her eyes and remembered how she felt when it was revealed that the referee was an angel.
‘It’s an angel that’s not on the angel list. It means a newly created angel.’
‘Information about this child has been generated for about a year. Hmm, even though he is an angel, I expected too much from a child who is only one year old.’
‘But now you’re an angel? Didn’t heaven abandon earth?’
‘Who can understand heaven’s will?’
Just guessing.
And Saint Rebecca dared to guess heaven’s will.
‘Heaven is giving us vain hope again.’
The essence of heaven is to gently tempt people with unreachable light, and the reality is that if you live according to heaven’s words, you will eventually become a persecuted slave.
Now, sending a one-year-old angel who is so weak compared to the Demon King to earth… … .
‘They are torturing us with a tool called hope.’
So Rebecca couldn’t look at the referee.
I knew that that child was not guilty.
Still, I hated heaven.
This world was already moving by the laws preached by the dark truth, and the laws preached by Heaven had long been forgotten.
So it was impossible to stop the conversation between the Fallen Warrior and the Referee. Because I was curious what on earth that young angel would excuse.
And the excuse was as expected.
“People want to be loved. I hope it doesn’t hurt anymore. I want my family to be happy. I hope this world gets better. “It is so weak compared to the darkness, but this is also the truth that people have uncovered.”
It was really as expected.
“But why are you only looking at the dark truth? Please give the light one more chance… … .”
however… … .
“please… … .”
But Rebecca had no choice but to admit it.
In the end, she had no choice but to admit that she too was a being who wanted people to be loved, wished her family happiness, and wanted the world to become a better place.
Yes, it is true that people make the world dark. However, what shines in the darkness is also the truth of man.
Anyone who has truly explored the truth can know what the true truth is.
“I thought about it.”
The voice of a boy deep in tears was heard.
A voice that could be mistaken for a girl at first glance.
That voice was enough to make Rebecca’s eyes tremble.
“The true truth we hope for lies beyond light and darkness.”
The boy continued speaking.
“I’m not denying that there is darkness. And I’m not denying that light is weak. “I’m not denying that the world is cruel, and I’m not unaware that light is absurd.”
He continued speaking.
“But there will be more for us. So please don’t look only at the darkness.”
Rebecca’s hand touches the infirmary door,
The door begins to open slowly.
“Until we know that, we have no choice but to live… … .”
And she could see. The blue girl opened her mouth towards the referee.
“Where did my brother go?”
“It would have gone beyond that. A place higher than heaven. “Not the darkness and the light, but the place beyond.”
A place that is simply called infinite.
Ain Sof.
It was a rumor without any basis, but Lisera believed it.
And so did Rebecca, who was standing outside the door.
“… … .”
The blue-haired girl smiled. Even though there were tears in her eyes, her smile was beautiful.
“I’ll believe that.”
The referee tilted his head as if he really didn’t know whether to believe it or not, but the fallen warrior just smiled and muttered.
“I’ll believe that… … .”
And so the conversation between the angel and the apostate ended.
Another apostate standing at the door was barely able to control his emotions and leave.
At that moment, with the sound of glass breaking in the sky, the barrier that had been spread for a girl began to collapse.
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Referee looked at Lucera’s items left alone and wondered if he had really done the right thing.
‘Lucera, you’re gone.’
A pure girl who literally had no stains on her face, a girl who took good care of the referee.
‘Where did that child really go?’
In the first place, it was a barrier to maintain the innocence of a girl named Lucera. It was perhaps natural that as soon as the barrier was lifted, Lucera’s innocence departed for the place where her own soul resided.
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Did that child go to hell?
The referee said absolutely not.
So, did he go to heaven?
I didn’t think that was it either.
‘There must be something beyond that.’
Two disparate karmas flowing through one’s body. One was the karma obtained from the Demon King’s alter ego, and the other was the karma obtained by acting as a referee.
One responded to the referee’s darkness, and the other responded to the referee’s light.
‘But the darkness is also me. ‘I feel inferior, I have nightmares, I am selfish, and I do not trust this world.’
At one point, the referee tried to banish that darkness, but now he has changed his mind a bit.
How can there be a being in this world with only light? A child like that cannot exist.
And only darkness.
Can we claim that only light is the truth?
‘There must be something beyond that.’
Yes, the referee didn’t know anything beyond that.
But until we know that, we have no choice but to live.
Knock knock-
“Referee, are you ready? “The prom is about to start.”
Soya’s voice was heard. The referee sighed and looked down at the dress he was wearing again.
‘… The darkness is deep. ‘It’s too deep.’
A dress made of light blue fabric. This dress, which made the referee who didn’t know much about fashion just mutter, ‘It looks like a dress from a TV show,’ was none other than Rainmaker’s work.
When the referee said he needed a dress to wear to the prom, Rainmaker looked shocked and then nodded as if he understood.
‘An angel should have a hobby too.’
The referee’s face turned red and he completely denied that statement.
‘I was taught that strong negativity is positive. Hmm, the person who hates cross-dressing also wore light but colored makeup.’
It was Hongwol’s work.
Because Hongwol always liked decorating.
However, even if I add this, it is only the referee who is accused of being a pervert. So the referee had no choice but to accept and ask Rainmaker for the dress.
But this dress,
It was truly strange.
It wasn’t long enough to drag on the floor, but it was plentiful, and yet the upper body part was scanty. So much so that my chest is slightly exposed.
‘Kill me.’
It’s not that strange, considering she’s a girl who hasn’t developed secondary sexual characteristics.
‘It’s a matter of my dignity and ethics to show myself like this in front of girls…’ … .’
Hawawa- Hoeng-
The referee let out a girlish scream, polished the sapphire brooch and looked at the mirror again.
‘I’ll send you a dress that suits you very well. The keyword is sky, not the very bright daytime sky, but the clear morning sky.’
It was like that. It was not an authoritarian sky, but the color of a sky that broadly encompassed the world. The color of the sky that the referee once saw when he flew into the sky.
That color was so beautiful.
‘It would be perfect for an angel. Trust me.’
And the dress made in that color really suited the referee. So much so that one can bewitch oneself through the mirror.
Muung – The referee who looks at the mirror and makes a bruise.
“Referee! preparation! all! it’s okay?”
The referee was slapping Soya until he started beeping like that.
“Ugh, I’ll be out soon.”
Anyway, today is the end of my cross-dressing.
After throwing away the regret he would never admit, the referee went out to meet Soya with a bright smile.
And Soya saw the referee.
“… It’s so beautiful. “It’s like looking at the sky.”
Soya, who rarely acknowledges others, muttered these words as if possessed. The referee turned his head in shame and called Soya again.
“Soya, are you ready?”
Soya had a confident expression on her face.
The referee admitted that it was inevitable.
“It’s so cute.”
“Your ears are cute?”
Soya was wearing a black dress. And with the same colored bonnet on her head, she really looked like a doll.
This fashion is called Gothic by some and Classic Lolita by others.
It was a fashion that suited Soya 120% and was almost fateful. So much so that I thought the referee should buy me a lot of clothes of this type.
“Well, don’t you feel the dignity of a warlock rather than being cute?”
… The referee quietly avoided answering.
And then I asked again.
“Where are the other kids?”
“busy. “All the big guys die.”
Hongwol must have made a few friends with her cat-like energy, and Yumari, a young lady from Seocheon Confucianism, must have spent time hanging out with nobles.
Soya, a warlock, would not have found it easy to fit in at a mission school like this.
“sorry.”
“huh?”
After the referee handed over the apple,
I went out to the ballroom with Soya.
On the last day of the exchange meeting, a dance held by Central Academy students and St. Lucia Academy students. The Central Academy students were dressed up in full outfits and were attacking the St. Lucia Academy students, and the St. Lucia Academy students didn’t seem to dislike them that much either.
After the fallen warrior’s barrier was broken,
Because Saint Lucia also accepted darkness.
“Lady, would you like to dance a song with me?”
At that moment, a male student from Central Academy approaches the referee. The referee was very embarrassed, but ran away, saying, ‘I’m sorry I have a prior engagement.’
“Don’t you recognize me?”
“No, I think some people are looking into it.”
The referee looked to the side. One other male student was rubbing his eyes and saying things like “It’s a dream.” Another male student squirted the champagne he was drinking into his mouth.
And a third-year senior looking at the referee with a blank expression.
“… “Wouldn’t it be okay if it tastes good, whether it’s male or female?”
The referee gritted his teeth.
The person who said that.
I will definitely retaliate.
“I think that’s true too.”
“admit.”
Including those children.
In that way, the referee’s fighting spirit was on fire.
While the referee and Soya were wandering around looking for a hidden part of the dance, a woman came behind the referee and muttered.
“Referee.”
“… Professor Rebecca?”
The woman’s name was Rebecca.
A saint and professor of divinity at the Central Academy of Superhumans.
and an unknown apostate.
Professor Rebecca said a very short sentence without even saying hello.
“Is there really a beyond?”
It was no longer an expression of resentment against heaven, nor was it an expression of despair in this world after realizing the dark truth.
Rebecca is just pure,
I was so curious about that that I was asking.
The referee responded.
“I already gave the answer.”
On the last day of the exchange meeting, a spring night when fireworks exploded and the boy and girl met each other.
The saint regained her faith.
fantasy,
