— Within the Divine Palace of Ten Crosses, the home of Archangel Michael —
"My Lord," said an eight-winged Angel in the EX+ Rank. "Your daughter is moving around quite a lot as of late, and with company."
Archangel Michael leaned into the back of his sword-emblazoned throne of feathers and gold. "I know that, Sargon. But I'm not worried if that's why you're bringing it up."
"???"
"But my Lord," Sargon flashed a surprised look. "Whenever the young miss is accompanied by someone, you usually request that they be dealt with immediately. What is so different about this time??"
Archangel Michael placed a hand to his perfectly chiseled chin, leaning on it with a bored gleam in his dazzling golden-crossed gaze. "The son of the most talented human in history is the one who's accompanying my rebellious daughter. And as you know, with my Mind's Eye, I can see everything—from the Past to the Present to the Future—nothing eludes me. Everything… bores me…"
