In heaven, Ramiela wasn't able to meet the Goddess. That's why she was always yearning to meet her and serve her in person.
But seeing another god in front of her made her change her mind. Since the Goddess doesn't want to show herself, she would serve this other god instead.
"God, please accept me as your angel," Ramiela said as she kneeled in front of him with her hands clasped together in prayer.
"..."
Lawrend's cheeks twitched seeing her actions. He couldn't help but glance at the coachman, who was nervously shaking on the side as he stared at them.
'This is so embarrassing…' Lawrend thought to himself.
"God, I'll do anything you want!"
Ramiela grabbed his leg and embraced it tightly.
"How many times do you want me to say it? I'm not a god! Go away!" Lawrend said in annoyance as he shook his leg.
Her shameless appearance right now made him forget the fact that she was much much stronger than them.
"I-I'll kill anyone for you! Please take me in!" Ramiela shouted.
"*Sigh* Tell me first why you are hunting me before you changed your target to Aezel," Lawrend said.
She was so stubborn that he wasn't even sure if she really was an angel.
"This old human told me that he would help me find her if I killed you. Of course, I hate dealing with a human, but I agreed since I can't find her anywhere," Ramiela explained.
"Old man?"
Hearing her words, Lawrend raised an eyebrow. He could only think of one answer as to what organization this old man belongs to.
"Yes. He thought I was an assassin, so he hired me," Ramiela replied.
"Alright. Can you let go of me already?" Lawrend asked her.
He had more questions now after hearing her answer. The Bloodflower Assassin Organization never made a move on him before. Now, they did, but she wasn't even a part of their organization.
"My apologies," Ramiela replied as she curtly freed his leg and stood up like a refined lady.
…
In a room, an old man sat on a carved wooden chair. He was wiping a knife with a cloth on the table in front of him.
"Sir, the assassin you sent was now chit-chatting with the target. It seems as if she knows them, " a masked man in a tight black jumpsuit said to the old man.
He was standing behind him like a shadow.
"Huh? Weird. Hire an Army Sword assassin. Let's see how he holds up," the old man replied.
At first, the old man asked Ramiela if she was lost as to kidnap her. Her rare blonde hair and beautiful body would surely fetch a high price. He didn't expect her to actually be an assassin. Once he realized that, he changed his mind and decided to use her.
"Yes, sir."
…
"Are you really an angel?" Lawrend asked as they sat inside the carriage.
"Yes, God. Do you want to see my wings?" Ramiela replied with a smile.
"... Don't call me a god. I'm not one," Lawrend replied.
"Okay! Since god wants to hide his identity, I would not reveal it to anyone," Ramiela replied with a nod of her head.
"..."
Lawrend was speechless at her misunderstanding. For some reason, he felt that it would only become worse if he tried to convince her more.
"Fufufufu. I didn't expect that Master is secretly a god," Aezel said teasingly.
"Not you too, Aezel," Lawrend replied tiredly.
"Now I understand why you took him as your master. Certainly, a god is worthy of you," Ramiela said.
"Indeed, he is worthy. After all, he's really talented," Aezel replied.
"Also, where are we going god? Why are we riding this carriage when I can carry you anywhere you want?" Ramiela asked.
"I was planning to go to the academy, but I changed my mind. I'll talk with you in the mansion," Lawrend replied.
"Oh, okay, god." Ramiela nodded her head in understanding.
"How do I prove that I'm not a god?" Lawrend asked her solemnly.
He really doesn't want to disappoint her in the future. His death would happen in an instant if she thought he conned her.
"I'll do an Angel's Oath. If you really aren't a god, it wouldn't work. How about it?" Ramiela asked with a smirk on her face.
Her plan was to make him accept her as his angel. If it worked, then she'd be an angel directly subordinate to a god.
"What would happen if it worked?" Lawrend asked her.
"I will transform and turn into your personal angel," Ramiela replied.
"What if it didn't?"
"Nothing would happen. Why are you even asking this? There's no way you're not a god, right?" Ramiela asked with a smile on her face.
"I'll show you. Wait till we reach the mansion," Lawrend replied.
It would be pointless to argue with her right now. He had to show it to her for her to actually believe it. That's how you deal with people that don't believe you.
A couple of minutes later, they arrived back in the mansion.
"Such a shabby place… God, you deserve better," Ramiela commented.
"I don't think it's bad," Lawrend replied.
'So she has seen something even better. Is it in heaven?' Lawrend thought to himself as he looked at her.
"Master, you're back?" Amene asked him as she was wiping the wooden handrail on the stairs.
"Yes. I need to talk with this girl," Lawrend replied.
"Oh."
Amene stared at Ramiela silently. Who knows what's going through her mind right now.
They left Amene and headed upstairs. He led them into their spacious room.
"So, what do I have to do?" Lawrend turned around and asked her. He was standing directly in front of the King-sized bed.
"Just stand there, God. I will begin the Angel Oath," Ramiela replied.
She kneeled in front of him and clasped her hands together in prayer before closing her eyes.. She looked like a devout believer praying to her god.