Chapter 421: The Angel Who Must Not Fall

Angie lit up the moment Luke said he would take her to Maine. The joy was so clear, so bright, that it bled through the servant bond without resistance, washing over him like a steady warmth. Their reasons, however, couldn’t have been more different. He wanted to protect her, or rather, protect the fragment of Angelica still living inside her, so Angie could have a new life, one far removed from everything she had been. Angie, meanwhile… only wanted to stay at his side.

“Thank you so much, my lord. I promise I will prove my worth to you.”

Before he could react, she dropped to her knees and bowed until her forehead touched the floor in a full, almost ceremonial display of devotion.

“Angie,” Luke blurted, squatting down beside her. The urgency in his voice betrayed his discomfort. “Let’s change this kind of formality first, okay? We’re friends. So call me Luke, and there’s no need to kneel every time.”

“I could never do that, my lord,” she replied without hesitation, as if the idea itself were impossible, even offensive.

He exhaled a long, resigned breath.

This is going to be difficult…

A small cough slipped out, the kind that comes from secondhand embarrassment.

“I need to go deal with the people organizing our return to my continent. We can’t stay here for long,” he said. Angie rose immediately, attentive, waiting for whatever came next.

Luke looked away for a moment.

“I promise I’ll find clothes for you.”

He could have tried transferring the novice adventurer outfit into her inventory, but the feature was locked until she chose a class. And he wanted that choice to be hers, not his. He already knew she would never make that decision on her own. Maybe, once she was with him in Maine, she would gain the confidence to choose for herself. Maybe he was being guided too much by Angelica’s memories, by the lingering presence of someone who still occupied a quiet corner of his heart.

He knew that, and that was exactly why he refused to interfere with Angie’s class. He wanted the part of Angelica within her to be free, truly free, and eventually discover the modern world, experience humanity again. He believed, deeply, that the less he shaped her future, the better it would be for her.

“The next step is getting you out of this medieval society,” he continued. “Angelica spent eight years trapped in the tutorial, and you spent millennia as that angelic woman. I’m going to get you out of here. Soon this place will be packed with important people from every country in the world. The sooner we leave, the better.”

Angie nodded softly. Her wings shifted in a small, almost unconscious motion, a flicker of joy she clearly couldn’t hide even if quisesse.

A dramatic cough cut through the quiet, coming from the pendant hanging at Luke’s neck, the home of the endlessly talkative soul who insisted on inserting herself into every moment.

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“Now that… you two have worked things out,” Artemis drawled, dragging every syllable with smug satisfaction, “I’m very happy to welcome you officially to the party, Miss Super-Sexy Angel.”

“I am also happy to join my lord’s group,” Angie replied, entirely earnest.

“You know, this look is perfect as is,” Artemis continued breezily. “You don’t need to give her clothes at all.”

“Artemis…” Luke muttered, gripping the pendant like he was trying to strangle the spirit inside it.

“What? I’m being honest, man. Brutally honest. In a team, we shouldn’t hide anything from each other.”