I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Victoria raised her hand.

The long, narrow, colorful crystal floated in front of the two of them.

"I have a request; please accept this angel's heart."

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and Feng Zejian hesitated.

"It's not appropriate to give us something so important."

Victoria explained, “When the real me left me, he entrusted me with one thing: if someone helps the real me to complete what he has not yet accomplished, then this will belong to him.”

Feng Zejian suddenly realized what was happening, and without hesitation, he accepted the Angel's Heart.

Looking at the Angel's Heart, Feng Zejian couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"What use is this to us?"

"This is the purest source of the higher angels. It doesn't make people powerful immediately. To use a fitting analogy, it's like a seed. Plant it, nurture it carefully, and it will blossom, bear fruit, and grow into a towering tree. Only pure people can become its soil, and you are that."

Feng Zejian looked at the Angel Heart in his hand and asked a question.

"I have a question: Are there evil angels in this world?"

Victoria nodded.

"Have."

Feng Zejian then asked, "Where are there any benevolent demons?"

Victoria fell silent.

He is not a demon, he does not understand, and therefore cannot answer.

But Feng Zejian had a smile on his face.

"I can answer that question; yes, there is."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Zejian changed the subject.

“And I’m not the only pure person here.”

Without hesitation, Feng Zejian pressed the Angel's Heart into Twelve Nights' chest.

Caught off guard, a powerful and contradictory force surged within Twelve Nights' body, even stirring his soul.

The heart of an angel has been incorporated into the heart of the twelve nights.

Victory gazed at the twelve nights radiating holy light and planted seeds of consciousness.

"A soul fused with a demon, and then with the heart of an angel, she will be an anomaly for you, an anomaly not recognized by Heaven or Hell."

Feng Zejian forced a smile and asked in return:

"When the real you fell because of love, did you ever consider being recognized?"

Victoria gave a wry smile. "What you said doesn't seem to be wrong."

Feng Zejian continued:

"Your soul has fallen because of love, but your heart has retained the purity of an angel because of love."

"The real you is an anomaly, so an anomaly can only shape another anomaly. And isn't being an anomaly a possibility in a way? Perhaps you, in hell, will meet Lara, who has come out of heaven, again in different identities, just like your story, where you are not recognized, but you love each other deeply."

Feng Zejian sighed, "If you lived in the present, what a wonderful couple you would be."

"I sincerely wish that you will meet again in the near future."

Victoria and Laura said in unison, "Thank you."

Kazema carried the unconscious Twelve Nights away.

Victoria and Laura looked at each other.

“Victory, what do we need to do now?”

"Laura, my love, I will use my last strength to send you to heaven and cleanse this place of sin."

The moment Fengze carried Shierye away from the monastery, a raging fire broke out in the monastery, as if it would burn everything to ashes.

With his back to the raging fire, Feng Zejian embraced Shierye and felt the intense heat behind him, without turning back to look at her.

Twelve Nights slowly awoke from her coma, her eyes slightly open as she gazed at the windswept landscape bathed in the setting sun.

The sky was red, the wind was black, and the outline of the wind was particularly clear.

Twelve Nights reached up and gently stroked Feng Zejian's cheek.

At that moment, Feng Zejian gave her an unprecedented feeling of being moved.

Or rather, not this moment, but that moment, when he asked the question to the angel and the devil, or when he answered that question, or the moment he pressed the heart of the angel into his chest without hesitation, or even now, at this very moment.

Angel's Heart, as Victoria metaphorically described, was like a seed planted in Kazesawa's heart. That seed was defined the moment it was planted; it was not only a supreme power, but also the seed of her love for Kazesawa, planted by him himself. This seed would later take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit in Twelve Nights' heart.

Chapter 419 A Telegram from the Holy See

Looking at the dazed Juya, Fengzejian couldn't help but ask, "You've been touching me for so long, aren't you going to say something?"

Twelve Nights let out a cold laugh.

You need to shave.

Feng Zejian grew anxious.

"I just shaved a few days ago, okay?"

"You said it yourself, it was a few days ago, and even if you shaved it, it might not be completely clean."

Twelve Nights stood up.

Looking at the monastery, which was almost completely burned down, he summoned the black box and began submitting the quest.

If you don't submit the required items, the mission will automatically fail.

The portal opened, and the two returned to their original positions.

The two rode Twelve Nights' motorcycle back to Twelve Nights' apartment.

Although the mission failed, the gains were quite substantial.

Feng Zejian was somewhat worried.

"Master, you said before that the mission would be recorded. What if the authorities come looking for us?"

"Actually, there's no need to worry. If the task fails, it won't be uploaded, and the website has a lot of information to process."

Twelve Nights further explained, "They simply can't keep up."

"Most importantly, the website acts as an intermediary, and the official stance is neutral; they won't come looking for us."

Twelve Nights then changed the subject.

"But the person who issued the task is another matter. What can they do even if they come looking for them? They earned it through their own abilities. Can they take it back?"

"If they have the ability, why don't they do it themselves? There are many intricacies involved."

Feng Zejian shared his understanding.

"Actually, I'm more inclined to believe that they don't understand the specific situation and what's inside, or whether it's worth their manpower and resources, so they offer some small favors to get us to go and die."

"I just checked on the computer. The Twilight Town dungeon is SS-level overall, but the cross-collection quest is only A+. In our case, we've cleared it. If we make too much noise, they'll come after us sooner or later."

Just then, Twelve Nights' cell phone rang.

This is an unknown number.

The two looked at each other.

Twelve Nights answered the phone, put it on speakerphone, and placed it on the table.

A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, are you Ms. Nightbat?"

"Ah."

"You should be with a simp."

Feng Zejian angrily corrected him, "It's 'simp killer,' not 'simp.'"

"Just kidding, I was just testing if you were there, no offense intended."

Now that it's out in the open, Feng Zejian will stop pretending.

"Are you an official or someone else?"

"The Holy See".

"So, what do you want? Is that the cross?"

"The Holy Mystic Cross is precious, but it is nothing compared to the Night Bat Lady with the Fusion and Angel Heart."

Feng Zejian crossed his arms and sat with his legs crossed.

"So, what do you want to say?"

The tone on the other end was very gentle.

"Don't be resistant, Mr. Feng Zejian. I made this call with no ill intentions. On the contrary, I came with sincerity. The people from the Holy See are already on their way. Let's talk in person then. We won't disturb you any longer."

The person on the other end hung up first.

Twelve Nights and Fengze gaze at each other.

Neither of them is entirely clear about the current situation.

The person is already on their way; the two of them have seen the video.

There are no images in that area.

So even if the video is submitted, at most they will only know that the cross is in the hands of the two people.

Non-physical entities will not be recorded.

Because it only serves as a record-keeping tool and does not have the ability to see through ghosts.

Therefore, the only explanation is that the Vatican knows something.

The only possibility is that the holy messenger, whose soul returned to the Papacy.

Once you tell what happened here, everything makes sense.

No wonder he's so honest.

Feng Zejian looked at Shier Ye with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

Feng Zejian also speaks his mind directly.

“I remember Twelve Nights said that you are special, so what is your special feature?”

Twelve Nights pondered, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Well, I don't really know how to describe it, but I'm very prone to attracting strange things. Like that time before, and just now, I was possessed."

"Moreover, the feeling of being possessed is very strange. After being possessed, the thing that possesses me will leave something behind, such as its memories and experiences."

Feng Zejian stroked his chin.

"In a sense, this can also be considered a kind of cheat code."

"Yes, but I don't really like being possessed. After all, it's my body, and it should be controlled by my will."

Feng Zejian nodded in agreement.

"So Master, when is your farewell performance?"

"Five days later, are you in such a hurry?"

Feng Zejian shook his head.

"No, I was just thinking about what to do to invite the girls."

On the twelfth night, she rested her chin on her hand.

"How many pretty girls are you going to invite?"