Auriel smiled.

Her voice attracted the attention of the first generation ancestors.

The first generation ancestor turned back and glanced at Auriel, that look was really weird.

Somewhat grateful, but also full of anger.

No one knows whether the eyes of the first generation ancestors meant to express anger.

It's just that Auriel herself doesn't care much.

"I took my first ancestors back to the Holy Mountain.

Auriel, when your child is born, remember to tell me.

I will prepare gifts.

Of course it's not because of you, but because of Impris who always pretends to be stupid despite knowing a lot."

Bulcasso had turned away as he spoke.

He just waved his hand and said goodbye to Auriel.

The next moment, he opened the portal and took the first ancestor of the barbarians back to the Temple of the Elders on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Now, only Rasma and Auriel were looking at each other in this place.

It's just that within the scope of high-level heaven, there are not only these two existences.

Johanna is watching everything here in the Crystal Sky Corridor.

But she had no intention of intervening.

The Crusaders just have a closer relationship with the Archangels.

But it's not to the extent that double hair is a superior or subordinate.

When a Nephalem is as powerful as Johanna,

The archangel is just a powerful being.

After having understood why their authority exists,

These archangels have lost a lot of their mystery.

"The unfilial son of Inaris? Bulcaisel is really good at naming names.

This name should be a spur to you, right?

Or is it a heart-piercing taunt?”

Auriel looked at Rasma with tears on her face and said.

"Yes, it's a great ridicule.

It is also a spur that can be seen deep in the bones.

Just Auriel, tell me.

In your eyes, in Hope's eyes, is what I did wrong?"

Rasma raised her head.

His eyes regained their composure.

Loss of composure can only be a short-term state for people like Rasma.

They'll be back on their feet soon.

"I hope there is no right or wrong in my eyes.

But as Auriel, I think you are wrong.

But will you care?

As long as authority does not deny your approach,

You will keep doing it.

Most of your previous performances were sincere, but they also had a purpose.

Rathma, the archangel who came here is not Israel but me,

You must be disappointed, right?

The moment you know the truth, you have new ideas.

I hope that the being who comes here is Israel, a guy who represents balance.

And then use him to get yourself back to where you were at the beginning?

Or is it that he has returned to the ranks of necromancers from the profession of priest who created Rathma?

I don’t think everyone you meet in your life is arranged by Lilith, right?

Even though Tageo and Israel are getting a little closer.

He is still the respectable guardian of balance.

Having gained the trust of countless Nephalems, he is no simple fool.

Did he fuck you?

Or is he planning for you the conspiracy-like power of Israel?

Did they actually give you other options?"

Auriel was very calm.

At least I'm not too anxious.

"My past means nothing to you.

But my future will definitely be entangled with the higher heaven."

Rasma had no intention of telling her whole plan.

He just said these words and left directly.

He may have had new ideas, and even strengthened his originally wavering New Year's resolution.

But now he has not yet perfected his sudden idea.

Doing these things takes time.

Auriel stood quietly, looking at the surrounding environment that had been burned by the anger of the first ancestors.

He just stood there and smiled silently.

No one knows what Oriel is laughing about.

…

The sacred mountain of Harrogath.

The first ancestors returned to the Temple of the Elders with Bulcaisuo.

"Boy, you took me back to your holy mountain not out of your pity for me, right!?"

The tone of the first ancestors was not polite at all.

This barbarian is the strongest kind.

He cannot accept his position as being pitied by others.

"You are overthinking, I am the immortal king of the barbarians.

And you are a savage, I just take you home. I have no other ideas.

Of course, I would be happy if you could replace my good friend as the gatekeeper.

Just like my three good friends who were stupid enough to become the gatekeepers without even the slightest suspicion of you.

How happy you were at that time, and how happy I am now that you have become the gatekeeper."

There was no emotional ups and downs in Bulqueso's voice.

But the first generation ancestors knew this was a complaint.

"sorry."

The first generation ancestor slowly opened his mouth, and then apologized gently.

"Tch~ It's not me you're sorry for.

I just can't hang out with my friends every day anymore,

Let's go on adventures together and bet on some vulgar things for fun.

It's not my freedom that you took away.

What is there to be sorry for?"

Bulqueso was a little scornful.
To be continued...