Chapter 1765 - 152: Home 2
"So, just now..."
"Oh, you want to ask why I didn’t let him listen to David talking about Gabriel Angel just now?"
"Yes..." Alagina nodded lightly and said softly, "I can tell that Emhardt cares a lot about... Gabriel Angel."
"It’s more than caring; Gabriel can probably be considered as his mother. From the moment he gained self-awareness until he met me, he had been searching for traces of the Holy Descendants. In my view, what he’s actually searching for is not other angels, but Gabriel."
"But I heard David say that angels are genderless."
"...Yes, but not all angels are like that. A very few have gender inclinations, or even completely become one gender."
Fisher had something on the tip of his tongue but refrained from saying it. In his mind, he was not thinking of Gabriel, but rather another pair of blue and gold-colored eyes sparkling with laughter.
He just didn’t know who the owner of those eyes was, or if they could even be called an angel anymore.
He subconsciously touched his chest, while Alagina nodded as if taught something.
"I see..."
"Emhardt has lost his memory, separated from Gabriel Angel during the Mythical War. Although I am reluctant to think so, most existing evidence suggests that Gabriel already died in the Mythical War. On the other hand, Michael Angel, who manages the Spirit Realm Sanctuary, is missing and might still be alive."
"So..."
Alagina seemed to suddenly understand something, looking at Fisher beside her,
"Gabriel Angel was supposed to be in charge of the Spirit Realm Sanctuary project, but because of the influence of Emhardt, whom she considered as a child, she abandoned entering the Spirit Realm and eventually died in the Mythical War."
"Emhardt... might think that he caused Gabriel Angel’s death."
"How foolish, isn’t it, Emhardt?"
Fisher smiled slightly and casually grabbed Alagina’s hand, but she didn’t respond, only suddenly feeling a bit jealous.
It seemed that all this time, only that book could always stay by his side.
All around, David’s warning sounded again, the countdown before transfer,
"Beep beep... Teleport countdown, three, two, one..."
"Buzz!"
With a dizzying spin, in the next moment, Fisher and Alagina were instantly projected away.
Alagina’s consciousness was pulled apart as if unstable due to the teleportation process, but luckily she had teleported many times, so she was used to it; whereas Fisher, due to being Body and Soul, didn’t feel much discomfort, and instead saw clearly the situation of the burning Gap space.
Like a delicate and vast canvas being ignited by a casually tossed cigarette butt, the burning sparks spread continuously on the surface of the canvas, now reaching the level of three-quarters turned to ashes.
"Boom!!"
The next moment, while still carefully observing the Gap, Fisher felt a sense of falling. He looked down and found that he and Alagina had arrived at a brightly lit sealed space.
This was a space decorated everywhere with materials rich in the aesthetic taste of angels, with the brightness of the lights embedded in the walls being just right, making everything all around bright yet not blindingly so.
For some reason, it suddenly reminded Fisher of discussing house renovation with Elizabeth in the past.
Before her eyes were replaced by a Prosthetic Eye, the lights in the Golden Palace were actually rather dim, because their family had light-colored golden pupils, which were very intolerant to light and found even slightly brighter light blinding. So the lights in the Golden Palace always remained dim.
But Fisher’s pupils were black, very tolerant to light, and instead, if the lights weren’t bright enough, he found them gloomy, quite contrary to Gedelin.
This couple, still in their honeymoon phase, even specifically discussed how bright the lights in their future home should be if they lived together.
Actually, it was a completely meaningless topic, just flirty nonsense between a young couple, but if they had to give an answer, the current lights of the sanctuary would probably be the perfect answer.
However, back then Fisher said, the lights at home should be brighter; the brighter, the better, and Elizabeth did not refute, only thought for a while and suddenly laughed,
"Father the King wouldn’t agree, be careful he might smash all the bright lights you choose in our home."
"...I won’t let him succeed."
"Then I’ll count on you, Guardian of Lights, Mr. Fisher... but before that, preparations for the Griffin Race are still needed."
"..."
"Fisher, are you alright?"
Fisher blinked, and after a brief daze, his gaze refocused, and the once blurry and distant face in front of him became clear, turning into Alagina’s inquiring look.
"Welcome, Mr. Fisher, we have now arrived in the Spirit Realm!"
David’s voice was the same as before, but instead of coming from the small iron ball in Alagina’s arms, it came from the corridor ahead in the room where they had just landed.
Fisher raised his eyes and soon saw a handsome young man with long flowing red hair floating elegantly.