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"Oh well, it seems like I'm at my short end." Ollen grinned so nonchalantly as he began to sit on the ground. His droopy eyes could be seen still clearly furrowing but with less intensity, showing that he had fun and had embraced his end. "You didn't even use ten percent of your power at all."

The dome of capsulation faltered, revealing both of the Angel Slayer and the Dark Angel upon the eye of the world once again.

"You're too pitiful to fight me," said MF as she mirrored the grin on her surrendering adversary. Meanwhile, her mind was speaking an entirely different thing. 'At last! Finally! The fight is done! Holy Serpent, I'm really on the verge of shitting myself because of how intense that was.

'Of course, I'm still in particular, holding most of my strength because all of them weren't meant to be used in a close range fight! The whole situation of being trapped within a small space, fighting with a mad man that could cast a hundred spells all at once is too much!

'Not to mention, my prowess is specialized in massive destruction and tactical advancement using various manipulations. Being forced to fight this closely nullified all of those and the durability of this Anvriel's First Form is not indestructible at best.'

All of the eleven Harps traversed the ruinous Citadel until the courageous human was in their sight. Despite he had no will of fighting back, his actions and prowess had already rooted deep within the Harps' psyche that they were afraid to step any further than ten meters away from Ollen.

Thanks to him, MF had finally cleared the bloodlust out of her sight. As of now, she was actually a little bit too exhausted because of the decreasing killing intent's side effect from the whole ordeal. There wasn't anything yet so she guessed that the awakening hadn't actually fully finished.

Cyanotype had already undeployed her Boogeys into her own body. By now, it seemed like she had accumulated enough blood orbs to fill her craving in whatever time she needed to unleash her wrath and go berserk in the future.

'A human with this skill and talent is like a grain of sand hidden inside a pool of needles. It will be a waste if I kill him.'

MF then pondered, considering that the Citadel War would be undeniably coming to Tavaroth Continent, she really wanted to increase the strength of her sect for it to be high in power level, enough for the association to consider on grabbing the Lautus Tunguska as a part of the Association.

'Seems like kidnapping him and doing it all the old way might be great for the future of my army.' The Pseudo-Angel tilted her head, still maintaining the amused grin. 'Well, can't let Foel think that I'm taking a male looking sapient to the sect, otherwise she would be biting my back like a cheesecake.

'Oh well, time to be a merciless actor, I guess.'

The Dark Angel wafted forward, her black-white hair was stroked by the menacing wind as she lightly flapped her black feathery wings. She then anchored her stinger into the ground, slowly lifting herself as she used her own armored tail as a seat.

MF believed that it wouldn't be too hard to convince Ollen to be her disciple after reading through his psychological pattern in the fight and how he suppressed his killing intent. She might not be Foel who could directly see the mind of someone, but at least she could still guess and pinpoint an accurate representation of their behavior and personality like how she used to.

"Mortal, I'm astonished by your dedication and prowess." MF placed one of her armored fingers to her chin. "I want to know you more, is there anything you wished to have before I act upon my conscience?"

Ollen was surprised. It might be mostly because he had never seen an Angel that acted like this in his life. Although, it wasn't unclear on how many Angel he had slain, but that one and very reaction was what made MF felt more confident about the upcoming negotiation.

"You're a weird Angel," Ollen looked quite confused after seeing the Dark Angel offer him a conversation. "Then again, you might be a relatively unnatural kind of an Angel with that appearance." He was back to his former grin. Although there was a sign of nervousness on his expression. "Well, seeing how you torture those Bearing Edges and their goons before giving their death most of the time might be a clear hint that you're trying to do something funny to me instead of finishing me off."

"You're quite observant, I like that." MF showed him a closed-eyes smile. A type of expression that showed the other side of the conversation that she was willingly putting off her guard, giving a sense of safety to Ollen. "Those mongrels didn't have any worth if they weren't able to fight back. As for you, you have the strength and mindset to keep me entertained to sate my bloodlust. Instead of torture, I will be giving you an offer~"

"Ooh, an offer?"

"It's." MF then tilted her head to the other side. "I assumed that you have quite a liking for information about something, an information that you wished to be connected to something you pursue."

The grin disappeared from his face, replaced with a shock with a little hint of denial. He frowned for quite a bit as he tried to calm himself down before putting his usual grin once again. "I guess I'm dealing with something I can't fathom. Tell me your offer, I might reconsider it if it matches my liking."

The great reaction of clear indication to the road of success was established. Right after the expression and the reply, MF felt a huge satisfaction on her deduction.

It had been quite a while since she was able to get a chance on having to use her psychological skill in this kind of way. Nowadays mostly, she could just bring Foel into the calculation and everything would be solved faster than the mating of a rabbit.

Foel was the universal answer to most of the problem, but the thing was, MF couldn't bring her every time something happened outside of the Citadel and most of the time, Domeniul Ceresc. MF was proud of her wife, but it seemed like she had become too reliant on her for the most complications she had.

"I want to recruit you as my disciple," MF leaned forward using her tail until she landed with both feet on the same ground as him. "A kind of special disciple. A type of disciple who has the clear access and privilege to read what I've written or yet written in books or scrolls, a privilege to also request the said information that might be available within my storage of history of the past thousands of years.

"As someone who broke the norm, I've created a sect for the purpose of making my own civilization to be known by many great individuals in the future! But as of now, I'm craving to gain more power, and your existence is a perfect addition to my collection of strength before the time comes. Until then, I shall give you the needed knowledge and information that you pursued. If there isn't any of them being inscribed to my brain and the literature I wrote, then be afraid not, as I have the power to help you pursue the truth."

MF transformed back to her original form, a tall and beautiful mature figure within a black dress that she usually wore most of the time. The halo on top of her could still be seen coated with black energy. She slightly bent down and reached out her hands to the confused human that was trying to process her words.

"Pfft, I guess your offer does match with my sole particular interest within this stupid and unfair world."

"You might be even more surprised about what will happen next."

Ollen grabbed MF's hand as she helped him to stand. There was still a sign of nervousness. Well, it was normal, knowing that an Angel that you fought, who was supposed to be known as ruthless and non-negotiable, had suddenly given him an enlightenment on how he could continue to reach his mysterious goal. After all, Ollen had already given up his life in this state, so it was not wrong for MF to take it and keep it as her own.

MF gave her a vibrant and friendly smile. "My name is Ouroboros, from now on, you shall be my personal disciple."

Ollen immediately went into his knee, giving respect to his new master with a clear smile. "And I, Ollen Hecates, will give his life in the hand of his new master." He then faced his amused master. "A strange and weird master."

Strange things happened all the time, in a place of a world called Neamh, such an intersection of fate couldn't be much of a stretch. Clocks entwined, and these two might have started from a very different beginning, but maybe starting from this event, both of them would march together into a new beginning.

'.... Time to change him into her.'