Kristina’s outspread wings covered the door and the walls of the Audience Chamber. Forgetting to even regenerate his severed hand, Aeuryus stared at Kristina with wide eyes.

An angel’s wings were a symbol of their rank. According to what was recorded in the Scriptures of Light, when the Incarnation of Light, the Son of Heaven[1], descended to this world, the angel whom the Son of Heaven called upon the most and showed the most favor to possessed six wings.

Yuras had always been obsessed with reproducing such a miraculous appearance. However, divine magic was only capable of growing a pair of wings. Depending on their strong faith and divine power, a user of divine magic could make their wings bigger and brighter, but no matter how much they wanted to, they wouldn’t be able to increase the number of wings they could grow.

Several attempts had been made to artificially increase the number of wings, but they hadn’t worked out. While attaching a few more wings to a pegasus, which possessed a pair of wings from birth, was a simple task that couldn’t really be considered a miracle, it wasn’t so easy to artificially attach a pair of wings to a human who had been born without wings.

In fact, if they could be satisfied with ordinary wings, it was actually possible to implant dozens of wings on a person’s back instead of just six.

However, they didn’t want just plain and ordinary wings. What they wanted were Wings of Light. Wings that had been made from the Light. Wings, whose very act of being unfurled, would seem miraculous. Even the Pope and the Cardinals, who had artificially implanted themselves with their Stigmata, could only grow two Wings of Light.

That was why the three couldn’t take their eyes off Kristina.

Just by looking at those eight shining wings, they could tell that these wings hadn’t been artificially created. Those wings were unmistakably a symbol of Divine Majesty that had to have been bestowed by a miracle. Although the three of them could have also spread their own pairs of large and shining wings, even if they all spread their wings simultaneously, it seemed like they wouldn’t be able to overwhelm the light emitted by those eight wings.

Even though the light coming from Kristina’s wings was shining so brightly… they weren’t being blinded even as they looked right at it. Instead, this light kindly caressed and passed through their eyes, stirring their souls.

“...Ahhh…!” Cardinal Beshara let out a quiet exhalation and closed his eyes.

A single tear ran down his cheek.

However, Cardinal Pietro, who stood beside him, didn’t shed any tears. Instead, he glared at Kristina with his eyes bulging in disbelief. At the same time, he balled up his fists inside his sleeves.

Raphael, who was still holding his greatsword to their necks, noticed Pietro’s eyes. The emotion that was slowly bubbling up within the Cardinal’s gaze was neither awe nor worship.

As such,...