Chapter 127: Willing to Fall from Heaven for You, Part 12

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Upon reading the words, "You were never truly human," Le Yixian smiled brightly. Rafael then offered several explanations, one being that some humans are immune to magic. These particular individuals are special—they are immune to all magical harm. Thus, any magic cast upon her would be ineffective; the best approach would be to drug her.

The mere mention of "drugging" made Le Yixian’s temples throb.

The following chat logs detailed the transaction between the two. That very night, Rafael sent an angel to deliver the medicine, assuring that the forgetfulness drug was potent and guaranteed to erase certain specific memories completely.

Amira stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed, only to see her friend nibbling on snacks on the coffee table like a little hamster. “Xian, aren’t you going to shower?”

“The snacks are too delicious; I forgot to wash,” Le Yixian replied, stuffing a piece into her mouth as she rose and headed toward the bathroom.

Of course, this was just an excuse. The real reason was that she did not want to bathe with anyone else.

When she came out, she saw Amira rolling around on the bed.

“Xian, this bed is so soft and comfortable. Come up here,” Amira patted the spot beside her and beckoned.

Le Yixian lay down; the bed was indeed soft. The two of them played around for a while.

“Xian, do you believe angels exist in this world?” Amira asked, hugging a pillow with her head buried in it, her voice muffled.

“Hm? You believe in them?” Le Yixian did not answer directly.

Amira lifted her head from the pillow, uncertain. “I didn’t really believe before.”

“Do you believe now?” Le Yixian inquired.

“It’s just curiosity. After all, there’s no smoke without fire. There are so many myths and legends; someone must have seen them for such stories to exist.” Amira wanted to tell her friend that she had truly seen an angel—and that angel was sleeping right in this house. She recalled Gabriel’s warning, tugged at her hair, and hesitated.

“If that’s the case, then this world must have more than just angels,” Le Yixian said with a grin, her beautiful eyes curved, the corners of her mouth lifting.

Amira froze for a moment. “What else could there be?”

Le Yixian leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Of course, ghosts!”

She then blew gently on Amira’s ear.

Amira shuddered, her entire body stiffening, her face tinged with displeasure. “Haha, there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

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“If there are angels, then ghosts wouldn’t be strange,” Le Yixian said. “Like you said, someone must have seen them for the stories to exist.”

That made sense. Amira tightened her grip on the pillow and tried to change the subject. “I... let’s just sleep.”

“Alright,” Le Yixian nodded, refraining from scaring her further. She reached out to turn off the light but was stopped by Amira.

“Xian, let’s sleep with the lights on!” Amira said.

Le Yixian frowned slightly. “Wouldn’t sleeping with the lights on waste the electricity at senior’s place?”

“At most, we can give her some money for the electricity tomorrow. Just don’t turn it off,” Amira’s face paled a little.

“Are you afraid of ghosts?” Le Yixian blinked.

Amira stubbornly denied, “I’m not scared.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to turn it off, we won’t. Good night,” Le Yixian said, pulling back her hand after staring at her for a long while. She lay down, covering her eyes with the blanket in one smooth motion.

Amira: “...”

“Already asleep? Xian?” Amira stretched out her hand, realizing her friend’s breathing had become very steady.

Sitting on the bed, Amira watched her fall asleep so quickly, a little envious.

How wonderful it must be not to know anything. If angels from Hebrew mythology truly exist in this world, then so do the ghosts and monsters from Chinese legends.

“Whooo~~~” The night breeze blew through the open window, sending shivers down Amira’s spine.

She hadn’t felt it before, but now the room seemed frighteningly vast.

She lay down hesitantly, then snuggled closer to Le Yixian’s body.

Though still worried, perhaps due to the day’s fatigue, the frightened Amira soon fell asleep.

The night breeze stirred gently, lifting a corner of the white sheer curtain. Two girls slept soundly, nestled together on the bed.

A hand lightly brushed Amira’s cheek, and a low whisper sounded: “Fool.”

From the outside, Gabriel’s villa looked like a lavish mansion, but inside it was riddled with countless magical formations. When Baal realized something was wrong, he had already been trapped in the villa’s small garden for ten minutes.

“Formations?” Baal’s purple eyes swept the surroundings. Raising his hand, purple lightning gathered. His tone was contemptuous: “If something like this can trap me, it’s a joke!!”

Just as he was about to hurl the ball of purple lightning, his gaze unintentionally landed on a lit room with an open window on the second floor of the villa. His throwing motion froze.

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Then, he clenched his fist, causing the lightning ball to dissipate. He murmured, “Hmph, I don’t need to force my way through; I can leave this formation anytime I want!”

Five minutes later, Gabriel, resting with her eyes closed on the bed, was awakened by disturbances in the formation.

She donned a coat and walked to the window, seeing Baal, who had arrogantly fought her three hours earlier, pacing inside the formation she had set.

Gabriel: “...”

Baal was irritated. He was not skilled in magical formations; destruction was his specialty. While growing increasingly frustrated, he noticed white feathers drifting down from the sky.

“Baal, what are you doing here?” Gabriel asked, her six pairs of magnificent wings spread under the bright moonlight. Wearing a nightgown, she crossed her arms and watched with amusement.

“I accidentally wandered in,” Baal replied, turning his head to reveal the scar on his right cheek, a wound inflicted by Michael’s heavy sword.

“Is that so?” Gabriel was skeptical.

“Believe it or not, if I wanted to cause trouble here, this little house would’ve been destroyed long ago,” Baal said, seeing the owner appear, he stopped causing chaos. “Just let me out, quickly.”

“Let you out? Are you joking? It’s rare to have caught you,” Gabriel’s wings fluttered slightly. Her bare feet were about to touch the grass when a white glow flickered, and a pair of delicate shoes appeared at her feet.

“Pretentious,” Baal sneered, disliking how these angels acted so high and mighty.

They were just rubbish protected by Jehovah.

“That’s better than some rustic who doesn’t even wear a shirt,” Gabriel retorted.

“I show off my perfect physique like this,” Baal straightened his waist, revealing his muscular eight-pack abs.

Gabriel glanced at him with a cool tone: “What good is muscle without a brain?”

“Do you want to die?!” Baal snapped, furiously. “You ancient hag!!!”

“...” A vein throbbed on Gabriel’s forehead. “Fine, if you want to die, I’ll help you!”

Just as the two were about to fight within the formation, a deep voice rang out: “Baal, stop!”