The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"I offer this to Princess Your Majesty," he silently spoke in his heart.

Fallen Angel, Flower Fairy.

Flower Fairy... Luo Xiaohei blinked; the name seemed quite harmonious.

Flower Fairy, the little miss dancing within the beautiful sea of flowers, slim and with a gorgeous face, wearing a light green dance dress—the Druids also couldn't help but conjure up such a beautiful image in their minds.

In legends and fairy tales, the Flower Fairy was even more a sprite born from flowers.

Regardless, just hearing the name, it was definitely kinder and more beautiful than that Fallen Angel.

"That is the Flower Fairy roaming the human world—"

"Dancing in the sea of flowers, you are the pure white sprite, a blessing created by the Creator for all things,"

"You are the Apostle of Order for all beings, a pursuer of Radiance, a miracle of Druid life,"

"I call your name."

An Su relit the ritual candle. With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, he began summoning the second Angel Envoy. Magic Power surged into the Array, igniting runes and Holy Seals one by one.

Golden Kite Flowers swayed gently with the evening breeze, casting ripples of noble fragrance. With An Su's pale blue Magic Power pouring in, the sea of flowers bloomed even more intensely, colors swirling in the breeze.

Such stunning serenity.

The Priests' anxious hearts slightly relaxed. It seemed the Flower Fairy wasn't as chaotic as the Fallen Angel and was perhaps a holy creature from the side of Order.

All was silent, even the previously noisy Fallen Angel suddenly calmed and seemed to sense the presence of a higher being, leaving the last midsummer night peaceful and serene with only the flowers blooming fiercely.

"I call your name—"

Although An Su was smiling, his teeth clattered, and his tone was even more heartfelt and genuine,

"Come out, oh midge looking like the whole family!"

The young man's smile was pure as he decided to gift this creature to Princess Cersei, number one on his grudge list.

May it bite her so much at night that she cannot sleep!

The Druid Priests had not yet recovered when they first heard even softer, more tender murmurings as if the most beautiful fairy was whispering in their ears. Their pupils trembled violently, staring incredulously at the center of the altar.

Only then did the so-called Flower Fairy finally reveal her true face. She was faster, her movements more agile, her mouthparts sharper, and her body covered with white speckled patterns. She dashed through the night, leaving behind layer upon layer of spectacular traces, much like a noble dancing the waltz.

[Disaster Apostle: Flower Fairy]

[Magic Rank: None]

[Master: An Su Moningsta]

[Traits: ...]

[Note: The Flower Fairy is still a fairy]

So this thing is your so-called Flower Fairy, huh!

Bishop Noah fiercely slapped the desk and stood up. He didn't even need to use magic to understand. Just from the Druid Demigod's first instinct about creatures, he knew... This Flower Fairy was born a hundred times worse than the Fallen Angel and was an absolute evil that should not exist in this world.

You could tell from the tone of An Su's speech,

If the Fallen Angel was one level, the Flower Fairy encompassed the whole family!

Bishop Noah decided that room sixteen should never be used again. Once An Su's trial was complete, he would abandon the entire room.

Upon hearing that characteristic buzzing sound, Luo Xiaohei jumped up scared, raising all four black-gloved paws, showing his white belly as a sign that the Saintess had surrendered: please do not bite the Saintess!

At that moment, the Fallen Angel and the Flower Fairy stood on either side of An Su, one dark, one light, both guarding him. With both protectors assembled, it was time to proceed to the last step of the plan.

Beneath the bird-beaked mask, An Su's smile grew even purer.

What they didn't know was that, in the remote divisions of the Plague Church in the Avad Church Nation, the Church had already stirred up a tremendous uproar.

The gaze of the Mother Goddess of Plagues, after years, descended once more upon this land.