Angels were the guardians and agents of the gods. They protected and enforced the laws established by the gods, meddling in private affairs to uphold the prestige of the gods. The reason for their birth itself was for the sake of the gods. They couldn’t be a god even if they received countless worships. Even in the days when the great demons of hell reigned with fear, they couldn’t become evil gods or demon gods. 

The angels and demons were classified as a completely different species from the gods, unless they were deformities like Sitri, a collection of principles. They couldn’t accumulate the concept of divinity itself. It was the minimal safeguard.

The seven angels and three demons that Rebecca and Yatan created at the beginning—some of them transcended ordinary gods from their birth, so if they could build up even divinity, the balance of the divine world would collapse and most gods wouldn’t be respected.

“Good.”

The number one archangel, Raphael—one of the unique beings who worshiped the goddess of light from a short distance smiled.

The soul of the blacksmith that had been collected just in case—his ability as an angel to fill Hexetia’s vacancy was more than Raphael had expected. He wasn’t as skilled as Hexetia, but Raphael judged it was a problem that time would solve. They really liked this angel.

“Hexetia can be imprisoned...