Chapter 52

Two people were intensely observing the angel who had descended from the sky.

Sigma looked at the unconscious angel, then at Alice, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes: "I really wish I could study the anatomy of an angel, but alas, alas..."

Alice was still pouting, and upon hearing this, she raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing, nothing, it's just that I'm very curious about an angel, which only appears in legends. After all, it's been a long time since an angel has descended in Noren, hasn't it?" Sigma laughed a couple of times, temporarily suppressing his ambition to "study" the angel's anatomy, and changed the subject, "Let's wake her up."

He slowly approached the angel.

"Wait, just wake her up like this? That doesn't seem appropriate... Who knows what will happen when she wakes up? She might even see us as enemies."

"That's an angel, how could she attack us for no reason?" Sigma looked at Alice with a puzzled expression, "Your mental energy is fluctuating a lot. Are you afraid of this angel? Don't panic. Holy Light does indeed suppress negative energy, but as long as we have no evil intentions and our bodies are not corrupted by evil forces, the Holy Light will not harm us. The instructors have taught us this, haven't they?"

Alice rolled her eyes and spat, "The instructors did say that, but they didn't tell us to actively provoke an angel!"

"We're not provoking her. When you encounter an unconscious stranger, the first thing to do is to wake them up and see if there's anything we can do to help, right?" Sigma stroked his chin and said seriously, "And according to the typical plot development, after waking up the angel, she will be confused and have lost her memory. Then, a chain will extend from the necklace around her neck and wrap around my hand, completing a master-servant contract. From then on, she will become my personal guardian angel, willing to do anything I ask, whether it's fighting or... you know, other things..."

"What kind of typical plot is that? You must have read too many dark elf erotic comics!" Alice retorted, "And she is in a deep coma. We need to use a spell like 'Awakening' to wake her up. Do you know how to cast it?"

"A 'Awakening' spell? We are necromancers, why would we learn that?" Sigma pondered for a moment, snapped his fingers, and said, "But we do have a spell to wake up unconscious people."

Alice asked curiously, "What is it?"

"A mental magic spell," Sigma turned his head and grinned, "Despair."

"..." Alice's eyes twitched, "Is it effective?"

"Very effective." Sigma's expression became vivid, "About a week ago, one morning, Luluvi used this spell to wake me up when I was still asleep. The result... I cried myself awake."

"Cry? This guy can cry?" Alice was very surprised and asked, "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed about the most painful experience I never want to recall..." Sigma's voice slowly faded, and he seemed to be broken, speaking in a flat tone, "Because my family is noble, all heirs are sent to the Imperial Capital's Royal Knight Academy for loyalty and patriotism brainwashing education. After graduation, they are eligible for the empire's recognition as legitimate heirs. Three years ago, when I graduated, I met a mage who was recruiting students. I was initially identified as having exceptional talent in the Ice Magic, with the potential to become a Saint. I was very valued. I had already filled out the enrollment agreement and was preparing to attend the Mage Federation. However, I couldn't resist boasting and jokingly asked the recruiter to test my talent in other elements. The result was that I was found to have far superior talent in Necromancy. The selfless recruiter immediately decided to send me to the Atlas recruitment office. I naturally refused and insisted on attending the Mage Federation. The impatient recruiter then froze me into an ice sculpture. The bearded bastard carried me, now a frozen ice sculpture, in front of everyone and handed me over to a necromancer with a deadpan face. When he heard that I refused to go to Atlas, he didn't even thaw me and closed the recruitment office door. He sat in front of me on a small stool, boasting about the benefits of being a necromancer and demonstrating gruesome and terrifying necromancy spells, asking if I found them cool and asking me to feel the chill of ghosts passing through my body. I was forced to watch skeletons and spirits for three hours, which left me with a deep fear of ghosts..."

"When they couldn't persuade me, they went to my family. The whole clan, men, women, and children, gathered around me with the portraits of our ancestors, telling me about the Washington family's generations-long dream of becoming necromancers, threatening to beat me to death if I didn't agree. Then, my miserable college life began..." Sigma's face was expressionless, and he looked at Alice with a lifeless gaze, "Boasting to that recruiter was the stupidest thing I ever did, no exceptions. Isn't that tragic?"

Alice had never heard Sigma talk about this dark history before. Seeing his miserable and gloomy expression, she wanted to laugh but couldn't bear to. She could only pat his shoulder awkwardly to offer some comfort.

"So..." A blood-red light appeared in Sigma's palm, and he cast it at the angel on the ground, "I can't be the only one to suffer. You should also taste the nightmare!"

"Hey! Wait!" Alice tried to stop him, but it was too late. She could only watch as the Despair spell entered the angel's body.

A not-so-brilliant holy light burst from the angel's body, and then the beautiful angel opened her eyes. Her star-like blue eyes, like auroras, shot out a piercing gaze. Sigma shrugged and walked over, extending his hand, "In response to the ancient contract, the summoned SERVANT, you don't need to ask, I am your MASTER... Just kidding, this is Atlas. I am the future leader of this land. Who are you?"

"Don't touch me, lowly human!" The angel's eyebrows furrowed, and she slapped Sigma's hand away, rolling to her side and standing up, looking at Sigma with hostility, "Was that spell you just cast? Do you think such a childish spell can defeat a great Heaven's Rune Armored Warrior?"

"Lowly human? What a cliché line... What era are we in, and you're still using this?" Sigma took a few steps back, shielding Alice, "State your purpose, angel. You have invaded the realm of the dead!"

"I have no need to explain myself to a group of desecrators of the dead! Where is my sword! My sword!"

The angel looked around, her eyes fixed on the direction where the holy sword had fallen. A look of joy appeared on her face, and she extended her right arm, spreading her fingers, and called out, "Return to me! Azure Fury!"

"..." Nothing happened.

"..." Sigma couldn't help but laugh, "Do you think you're a sword immortal? If you lose your sword, go pick it up. What kind of pose is that? It's not very fashionable, not very cool, and it's quite lame, isn't it?"

He seemed to want to further mock the haughty angel, so he mimicked her pose, waving his hand in the direction where the holy sword had fallen and shouting, "Return to me, Azure Fury!"

To his surprise, a faint hum came from a distance, and the golden-blue holy sword whistled through the air, circling once in the sky before gently landing in Sigma's hand...

Sigma felt the weight in his hand and looked at the holy sword that had fallen into his hand, muttering, "What's going on, buddy, did you get the wrong person?"

The angel had already pounced, "Give me back my sword!"

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