‘They are angels... I have a headache.’

Kyle’s face was always full of discontent, but it was especially distorted today. The lightning flashing through his gray eyes that were soaked from the pouring rain was returning focus to his hazy eyes. Soon, the drunkenness flew away and fluttering feathers were clearly projected onto his pupils.

Pure white feathers. The figure with a faint glow that was uselessly divine. It was a sight that could only be seen on the stained glass of the Rebecca Temple in the past.

A symbol of the angels—beings with high resistance to projectiles and magic power. Angels were immune to most magic. They were also very tricky opponents for Kyle. The lightning he emitted came from his ‘physical body’ but he used magic power as his output.

In the first place, Kyle thought that his nickname of Lightning God was too much. The expectant gazes of the magicians who spotted him and were currently cheering for him were burdensome.

‘If I had been the Lightning King or Lightning Lord, there wouldn’t be so many expectations of me.’

First of all, Lightning Emperor shouldn’t be used. It was a high treason crime where it wouldn’t be strange if any imperial citizen with ‘emperor’ added to their nickname was caught and executed im...