Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Then, the Holy Spirit was truly established four hundred years after the disappearance of Novia. This was based on the fact that Augustine, then the King of the Huns, came into contact with the Holy Spirit and decided to write about the City of God, thus establishing the Holy Spirit's position in the world.

In short, it was actually a small time difference that Novia was exploited by Yahweh at that time.

Stunning.

........

quickly,

Metatron opened his eyes, sighed, and shook his head.

She looked around again, then at herself lying on the ground, and sighed once more.

so tired.

I don't want to move at all, I just want to lie here forever. I just want to collapse and fall asleep. I feel so guilty doing this...

Metatron knew perfectly well that this was because of Lilith, but he still couldn't help thinking that way.

Speaking of which, why did Lilith turn me into this? I'm so tired, I can't remember.

Take off your clothes, open your chest...? I'm exhausted, I don't want to do it myself.

I absolutely cannot let things turn out this way as he wishes. Even if it becomes like this, I... should return to where I belong.

"This is so troublesome. I'd better go find the Holy Throne and sit on it for now..."

So, Metatron, who had become completely lethargic, yawned and squinted, his white-socked feet slowly walking in the opposite direction from where he was originally supposed to go.

With a soft yawn, then Metatron's eyes—

The whole world was bathed in white.

A group of seemingly idle humans and followers, holding cola or wine bottles, stood on the beach chatting and laughing.

As women in swimsuits crossed the street, the rough sound of their shoes scraping against the pavement filled the air. Newspapers advertising swimsuits, which had been blocked by telephone poles, were blown away by an unknown wind and drifted among all sorts of people.

Standing on the bustling, chaotic street shrouded in an atmosphere of borderlessness, Metatron squinted and yawned.

"So hot."

It's the perfect temperature to fall asleep instantly, but I'll wait until I find the Holy See before sleeping. Right now, I need to find a quiet place; there are too many people, and it's so hot. My face feels really itchy...

Just as Metatron turned around—

A black-haired girl was staring intently at her with cat-like eyes.

"Well, can we talk about this later?"

Upon hearing this, Eri was startled and took a step back.

If the other party didn't have those little wings, perhaps Erise, who was doing nothing in Akihabara, wouldn't have cared.

The blonde girl in front of me had fair, translucent skin, and her blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight. She was wearing a light, white halter-neck dress that looked like a onesie.

Judging from her expression, she seemed very tired, yet it matched the aura she exuded.

...But those wings...are they from an angel?

"Are you a Servant?"

Eri reached out her hand.

Metatron stepped back, his toes visible through his white socks.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Is it even necessary to go?!"

"Just kidding, but somehow I got through it. Sleeping for sixteen hours straight really does wake you up. Once you're awake, your life rhythm is disrupted, and once that's disrupted, you can sleep for a long time again. The human body is truly amazing."

"Indeed... no, you're a Servant, aren't you?"

“…I guess so.” Metatron shrank back like a scolded child, his voice languid yet clear, “…Well then, I’ll go back to sleep for a while…I’m so tired.”

"Didn't you just say you needed to use the restroom?!"

"Just kidding. Heaven, why would a Servant need to go to the toilet? It's impossible."

"You just mentioned the sky, you must be referring to angels, right? You're actually an angel?"

Eri asked in a low voice, quite curious.

That's an angel! If Lucius saw it, he'd probably be so happy he'd fly straight to heaven, and might even learn something else about the first Pope, Novia...

"Shut up, you idiot."

"Idiot? When did I become an idiot?!"

Upon hearing this, Eri looked up in surprise.

"What else can you call an idiot besides 'idiot'? Idiot, you miss me so much, feel so nervous, feel so longing, but you know nothing about me."

Although she was angry and furious at being spoken to like that by some random person, Eri decided to let her continue.

Who told this guy to be possibly an angel?

Instead, Metatron slowly walked towards the shade, and Eri had no choice but to follow behind her.

Metatron has become lazy, but he is inexplicably anxious about Eri.

The reason is simple: it is because of the presence of the Lord's presence...

Forget it, this is too much trouble. Can you please stop bothering me? Even if you're the Lord, it's still annoying.

After a while, Metatron found a big tree and leaned against it, looking down at Eri Se who was standing there.

Who is your mother?

The words I wanted to ask were somehow stuck in my throat and wouldn't come out.

Metatron felt that the ominous stain of sin deep within his heart was seeping and expanding even further.

Could it be Lilith...?

Her mood suddenly plummeted, even though she was already feeling down.

Perhaps noticing Metatron's dejection, or perhaps just laziness, Erise hesitated for a few seconds before speaking:

"My name is Eri Se. Are you an angel?"

"No."

"How could it not be! It clearly has wings! It can't be just a decoration!"

“You’ve already made your guesses,” Metatron said, his legs slightly bent and swaying gently. “Why are you asking me?”

"terribly sorry........"

"You're so annoying. Anyway, in order to stop bothering me, please just relax for a while."

In that instant, the light from Metatron enveloped Eri Se.

then,

"Erise, what's with that expression? And what about the person behind you—"

"I'm so tired, you can slack off too."

And so, Eri, Kuonji Aratama, and even Yumina inside the witch's body all became indolent.

Over the next month at the Kuonji residence—

"Thinking about it calmly, why are we playing cards right now...?"

"Alright, hurry up and play your cards."

"Yes, yes, that's right, three."

The four corners of the main hall of Kuonji Temple were dimly lit due to insufficient lighting, and the originally straight corridor appeared to be winding and crooked.

In this gloomy space, Eri, Kuonji Yuzu, and Metatron each had a cup of black tea next to them, while Metatron was wrapped in a blanket.

"Five."

"Well, this is good too. After all, everyone wants to play cards sometimes. A royal flush."

"How could anyone play a royal flush at a time like this?!"

"Because I'm sure I'll win, I can go straight to victory in the next round."

"You angel! Kuonji and I haven't beaten you even once in the past month! What's the point of playing like this!"

"That's very interesting."

"You definitely cheated!"

"If you don't catch them, you're out."

"...I can't afford it."

In short, due to Metatron's laziness, the three of them played cards at the mansion for a month, relying entirely on takeout during that time.

"Speaking of which, how were you summoned, Miss Sloth Angel?"

"The angels are now fiercely competing, and there are more angels in the upper three ranks. You can tell from my name, Sloth, that I am a slothful angel. Therefore, having failed in the competition, I can only end up in the human world doing odd jobs. That's how it is."

"Do angels still engage in fighting?"

“Don’t worry about it, I never care either.” Metatron sighed with his eyes closed, then opened them to look at Eri Se who was staring at him fiercely. “It would be better if someone told me, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay, there’s still hope for you,’ since I’m already in this state. I would be scared, you know? It would give people the feeling that ‘why didn’t you say so sooner, instead of waiting until it’s too late.’”

Eri felt that Metatron's eyes were fixed on her, yet it was also as if they weren't.

No, it's more like—using myself to see other people...

Then Metatron added, "But to be honest, I probably don't fit into heaven anymore."

"Is that so?" Eri asked.

"Yeah, totally not suitable. After all, I don't want to clean public facilities or cook; I just want to slack off and be lazy."

Why does that sound so tragic...? Do angels really have such a miserable life in heaven...?

This was Eri's first thought.

"We've arrived at the door."

"Ten o'clock, who?"

"Novia."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The culprit of laziness, upon hearing Yuzhu speak, still wore a lazy expression but her cheeks were slightly stiff. She sighed and said, "I'm not playing anymore, I'm too tired."

"Really? Tired?"

“I told you it was true a month ago!” Metatron replied with a bored expression. “Are you stupid?”

"...Heh." Erise gritted her teeth. "Fine, since you're not going to fight anymore, I'll go open the door—"

"no!"

Subconsciously, Metatron refused almost reflexively. She stood up as if kicking over a chair, while Yuzu and Eri looked at her with surprise.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood right now. Would you like to take a shower?"

“…Yes, it’s great that you understood so quickly.” Metatron nodded. “It’s definitely much better than Eri Se.”

After saying that, she ignored Eri Sena's murderous glare and went straight to the bathroom.

"...Speaking of which, how did you know I was already at the door? I didn't hear the bell at all."

"........."

Upon hearing this, Yuzhu fell silent, carefully placing the back of her hand behind her back, before calmly replying, "Intuition."

Seeing that she remained unchanged and still so indifferent, Erise, witnessing this scene, offered a word of admiration.

"As expected of Kuonji, he's really amazing!"

........

Inside the bathroom, the emaciated Metatron lay like a corpse on the edge of the retro-style bathtub, his body still covered in his clothes, soaking in the simple tub.

The showerhead was still spraying water, monotonously tapping the air like rain.

Her entire back, from the back of her head to her back covered in a tank top, was soaked, revealing the lines of her shoulder blades through the fabric.