Gekko Tenshi ( meaning moonlight angel ) is a highschool girl famous for being the Discplinary Committee Chairman with an iron fist rule. Strong enough to punish rule breakers but fair enough to make a judgement, she is the perfect model of a "fuuki...
I materialized one of my messenger orbs Toram and it projected the content of the message.
"I have a new mission for you. I want you to make humanity stronger. About the reason, you will know it much sooner. And I also want you to gather other angels. I can't only have one angel you know. Its like calling me a NEET or a hikkikomori god with only one subordinate and that's just sad. Now that's over do your best." [Deus]
I reread it over 3 more times before finally digesting the new information with a twitching eye.
"What's with this abrupt mission." [Gabriel]
"To make humanity stronger and gather other 《Angels》 huh?" [Gabriel]
First issue, making humanity stronger. I could just bless them and I'll just use my challenge as a training in diguise.
But the second issue gather more 《Angels》 is much more harder. Are there even any qualifications or just pick on a whim and make them super strong?
"Toram, ask Deus-sama if there are any qualifications for choosing my kin?" [Gabriel]
"..."
"....How unreliable, that NEET god." [Gabriel]
'Deus-sama, this is an important mission so why are you not answering? Don't tell me you just plan to leave all the trouble to me. You regrettable hikkikomori god!' [Gabriel]
I sighed in resignation and put Toram in my dimensional pocket.
'I should just head over to the next town and just make my own set of qualifications.' [Gabriel]
I hope that ninja guy isn't there. The curiosity is getting annoying.
I was walking along the streets of Flandez looking for a suitable restaurant while ignoring the stares headed my way. I'm a frugal Japanese person but eating hard bread and undrinkable water is not acceptable.
I was brought out of my thoughts when someone bumped into me. It was a boy a year younger than me with unkempt brown hair and was only wearing rags. His head was hanging down with a collar in his neck.
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(Just imagine that he has golden eyes and is wearing rags and a collar.)
"Sorry Miss." [Boy]
"No worries." [Gabriel]
He stills in surprised at my response. Was he expecting me to scream at him and punish him? He lifted up his head for a split second to look at my appearance then ran away. I look at his figure into the crowd then resumed my foodfinding. Though that boy....his eyes are the color of shining gold.
"How pretty. Just like the light of god." [Gabriel]
I mumbled absentmindedly. Was he a slave because of those eyes? Or for other reasons? I feel like I really want to know who he is and why is he a slave. But to think 'that place' really exists and everyone's turning a blind eye on it.
