Angel Son of Tomorrow's Ark

Portofino is just doing his best, squeezing every inch of his energy, and honing his abilities in all aspects.

In this already numb torment, two years passed quickly.

Portofino was 18 years old, graduated as the top representative of the school, and met his fateful day.

Her brother had someone order a superlative gown for her, more luxurious than the one Mostima used to wear at festivals.

For adolescent girls, the three-year gap will be much worse.

Portofino, 18, and Mostima, 15.

Leaving aside some people with unusual hobbies, in the eyes of a hundred people, ninety of them will say that Portofino is more beautiful.

But Portofino has no confidence in himself.

It is precisely because she has been targeting Mostima all year round that she knows that at this age, Mostima has served the Holy Son for many years, and has to attend various ceremonies as the Holy Son's tongue, and at the same time go to school normally. It's monster-level Superman.

Although I have left many records in school, when Mostima graduates, most of them will definitely be refreshed by her again.

No matter how much his brother prepared, to directly compete with that perfect saint would only give Portofino a stomachache.

However, her worries were unnecessary.

Because her elder brother didn't take her to compete.

Following the notification layer by layer, the elder brother in military uniform and decorated with medals, accompanied her in formal dress, and entered the sanctuary of the Great Saint Hall.

They all carried their own guardian guns, and they were loaded with live ammunition.

This is a tradition unique to Lateran. It is normal etiquette to carry firearms with you, and there is nothing wrong with it.

After stepping into the sanctuary where the Son lived, the brother and sister knelt on the bright red carpet.

With the clear and melodious footsteps, Mastema's soft voice with a slight smile sounded:

"The commander of the Fourth Legion, and his own sister, right? I heard the reason why you came to see the Holy Son. You want to recommend him a new attendant, right?"

"[Exactly.]"

Brother's voice was deep and deep, like the sound of armor rubbing against each other:

“【I formally submitted a written application, and the Holy Son agreed. Where is he?】”

"Hahaha, don't worry."

Mostima smiled happily:

"I have handed over your application carefully, and I have shown him your sister's photo. But the Holy Son is still young, and he eats meat too early—no, if the attendant accompanying him is too old, it will make him He's nervous."

"So it will be almost this year. It just so happens that your sister is also an adult, and Shengzi is 12 years old. He is a delicious and beautiful boy. Whether he wants us to serve at the same time, or throw me away and want your sister, it is up to him Decide."

Portofino clearly sensed Mastema's gaze, and couldn't help but quietly raised his head.

This was the first time she had seen this saint from such a close distance.

Although there are opportunities for direct contact in school, but after all the grades are different and the relationship is complicated, Portofino has never spoken to her.

With a distance of only a few meters, Mostima gave her a perfect smile:

"Your clothes are beautiful, Portofino-senpai."

...Under that smile as if his heart was clenched, Portofino could only bow his head deeply in shame.

Then, a strange footstep approached.

In the tension that Portofino was about to burst into water, the man spoke:

"The head of the Iron Angels, Perturabo, right? And my younger sister, Portofino. When we meet for the first time, please call me Luo Zhen."

Amidst Mastema's helpless laughter and sighs, Portofino's down-to-earth head hadn't recovered yet.

What did he just say?What did His Majesty the Son say just now?

name?Call yourself by his first name?By the name of the Son? ?

Holy Son above!This is so defiled!

Portofino didn't know whether it was a test or a trial, but he felt tingling all over his body, and his knees were already weak.

——However, someone couldn't wait any longer.

Portofino never understood what his elder brother, who had been drifting away, was thinking.

"【——Fakes that tarnish the name of the Holy Son! Your time of death has arrived!】"

Before Portofino raised his head, the steel angel's proud weapon of war, the mechanical roar of the eight-barreled gun has already sounded.

Along with the rhythm of the steel, the elder brother's ecstatic roar continued:

"[Non-Sakota are not considered human beings! We elders are gods who don't need to point fingers! Long live Sakota! Elders are ten thousand—]"

...click.

More penetrating than the deafening steel rhythm, the sound of something breaking rang in Portofino's ear.

When she raised her head blankly with a blank mind.

What he saw was the halo above his brother's head, which shattered and exploded for a moment.

He knelt down on the ground as if his spine had been pulled away:

"[No, maybe... I clearly, have been an agent, against the precepts...]"

The body of his elder brother, the leader of the Iron Angel Legion, Perturabo, began to burn.

No, that's not a physical burn, just a similar luminous phenomenon.

Starting from the ends of his hands and feet, his body unbelievably disintegrated into pieces, turning into shining spots of light, which quickly dissipated.

At the last moment, his frozen eyeballs turned to look at his sister.

"【shot......!】"

Until the last moment, my brother's pupils full of resentment never gave in at all.

Portofino couldn't react.

She couldn't understand whether it was the fact that her elder brother attempted to murder the Holy Son, or the fact that his body dissipated without leaving even a trace.

Only the eight-barreled revolver he left behind, like a silent steel monster, crawled loyally by her hand.

In the ear, the voice of Mostima with an unchanged smile came again:

"I have done anti-discipline treatment by the agent, but the halo is still shining? This is an epoch-making technology. Even if you murder your own people, the commandment will not take effect, and it will destroy the awe of the commandment that has always been. The Iron Angel Company This kind of technology has been developed, which is really a headache."

The saint waved her fingertips, and the stasis spell lingering around her and the son was released, causing the dozens of bullets just fired from the eight-barreled gun to fall to the ground.

Then she took graceful steps, and a pure white guardian gun appeared out of nowhere in her empty hand.

This classic and elegant shotgun has a well-known name in Sakota: [Pure White Rose (Rein Rozen)].

Mostima's muzzle was pressed against Portofino's forehead:

"Choose. As a rebellious traitor, I will be wiped out here. Or as a holy servant who killed your relatives, wiped out your rebellious brother for the Holy Son, and then took over his position as the commander of the army."

"You can freely choose between the hell after death and the hell alive. Ordinary people will not have this kind of opportunity, how rare."

The saint's smile was still not the slightest bit hazy.

Against the background of the halo, it looks so holy.

"......I......"

At that moment, Portofino, whose consciousness was almost burned out, was about to give up thinking.

But before she numbly walked into hell, the man's stern voice sounded first:

"Stop bullying her. You've gone too far, Mostima."

"excuse me."

After Luo Zhen grabbed the muzzle of her gun, Mostima immediately put away the guardian gun.

She took a step back with a smile, and tilted her head pretending to be cute:

"I'm angry. Someone rebelled before me, and I lost one first achievement. I clearly want to occupy all your first achievements. It's a pity."

Luo Zhen rolled his eyes violently: "Screw you. If you still want to rebel, wait at least three more years."

The 12-year-old Holy Son accurately predicted his own tragic experience three years later, so he was the Holy Son.

Then, Luo Zhen squatted on one knee in front of Portofino.

His body has not grown yet, and his height is much lower than that of the tall 18-year-old girl Portofino.

This allowed him to look at Portofino's downcast face like a marionette from a lower position.

"sorry."

The Holy Son apologized to her guiltily:

"It's all my fault that your brother did this. I didn't talk to him earlier, I didn't make him understand...I'm really sorry for putting you through this. "

 …The pure apology of the Son flowed like a stream into the dry heart of Portofino.

This restored the function of her tear glands that should have died, and she burst into tears uncontrollably.

"Sorry...sorry, sorry...sorry...!!!"

Unable to say any more words, Portofino could only lie on the ground trembling, repeating his apologies as if he wanted to vomit out his own soul.

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I have committed a serious crime that cannot be repaid, and I must be punished.

But the gentle and excessive tolerance of the Holy Son turned the living hell into a paradise, and made Portofino happy.

When death becomes a kind of escape, and living is a kind of enjoyment, even when you torture yourself, you will feel happy.

...How can I torture myself?How can we get the punishment we deserve?

For the Holy Son who can tolerate even such a waste like himself, what should he do in order to serve that adult...

Luo Zhen: "Is this kind of mutual torture interesting? This heavy racecourse is too heavy, can we be a little more normal?"

Rozen, who followed Portofino into the hangar, found her huddled in a corner.

Just like the reenactment back then, Luo Zhen knelt down on one knee in front of Portofino, looking at her weeping face.