The Angelic System That Turned My Life Into Hell

Chapter 100: Prophecy

The heavenly realm.

Two people were staring at a wall painting.

They were inside a vast hallway, where the pillars, which supported the building’s balance, reached the high ceiling, which seemed like it would never end.

The person on the right was a middle-aged man, who had long golden hair.

The one on the left seemed younger than him and had spiky golden hair, which shared similarities with a brush.

Both of them had bright halos above their heads.

"..."

"..."

They silently looked at the painting, which was located in the middle of the wall.

"Are you looking at that again?" the younger one asked. freёwebnovel.com

"Yes."

"Aren’t you tired of looking at it every day?"

"I will not be there when it happens. I suppose you do not get what I am feeling as there is a possibility that you may live to see it with your own eyes.

The younger man remained silent.

The painting depicted a battle.

It was not a battlefield fought on soil but a fight in the clouds.

In the upper left corner, sun rays hid a person’s face, whose clothes consisted of only a white cloth and golden jewelry on his hands and neck.

He held a book in his hand while the palm of the other hand signaled his foes to stop.

Emerging from the lower right corner were multiple people. Amongst them were humans and demons.

They all stretched their hands and weapons out to the sun.

However, the emphasis was put on three individuals, who were in the painting’s center.

Those three people were pointing their swords at the man with the book.

One man seemed middle-aged with shoulder-length white hair, which he tied together. His eyes were completely black with just the pupils being white. And his black suit was elegant and seemed like it had a better quality than the suits nowadays in the human realm.

The other man in the center was the same age. However, his face was erased from the painting. The head was there but on the face were neither eyes, a nose nor a mouth.

The man in the painting was wielding a sword, which looked like Excalibur. And several snow-white wings spread from his back.

There was another person on their sides but it seemed like the person’s existence was also erased from the painting by ripping off the paper on that spot.

The only thing that was visible was a black blade’s peak.

"Do you really think this scenario will happen?" the younger one wondered.

"Yes."

"Even though he tries to stop that?"

"Yes."

The older one turned his back on him and headed to the hallway’s exit, where bright light was waiting for them.

"No matter what happens, no matter what he does. That person’s words are absolute. Every variable we know of is set now." he added.

The younger one followed him.

"I see... If I remember correctly, you’re the last one from the first generation, right?"

"Yes."

"Ah~, I guess that explains your hostility towards the current one."

The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks.

"Hostility? I harbor nothing of the likes. He is our current superior and we are his vassals. Nothing more and nothing less. As his vassals, we shall do nothing but complete our assigned tasks."

"So that’s why you’re so indifferent during your duties most of the time?"

"Personal feelings have no place here."

"Hmm... But to me, it looks like you’re enjoying yourself whenever you’re supervising that brat of yours."

"Do I?"

"Yes! There was even a moment when I heard you, of all people, chuckling!"

"..."

The man began to move forward again.

"I see. Maybe I really do enjoy it."

His tone was usually gentle and yet stern. However, during his last statement, he sounded like he was smiling.

"By the way, can you tell me about the upcoming event? What was it again...? Some kind of tournament?"

"What do you want to know?"

"I may not be assigned to the brat’s supervision, however, I and most likely the other two know roughly about the boy’s fate. Still, there are some things I don’t understand."

"For example?"

"For example, how he’s going to handle the next catastrophe. From my point of view, it seems impossible for him to even survive that situation."

"Your doubts are justified. But there is a simple solution."

"And what is that solution?"

"If irregularities emerge and affect his path, then we have to adjust things a little accordingly."

"Sorry, I don’t follow you."

"I already talked with her and we decided to hand him the fourth installment."

The younger one was pondering.

"I understand now... I guess, I can see how he could handle this... However..."

"What?"

"How can you be so sure about his survival? Is it just because of that person’s words?"

"Mika has now entered the Promised Path. From this point on, everything will go according to that person."

"But what if irregularities appear?"

"Just like I said, we have to adjust appropriately."

"Hmm..."

He seemed unsatisfied with the answer.

"As long as I watch over him, I will guarantee his survival. However, that is the only thing I can do. Everything and everyone else may still..."

The man stopped himself mid-sentence.

"I guess, some things are better left unsaid."

"Hm?"

The two men were slowly engulfed by the light outside as they exited the hall, leaving the painting behind.

It was not an ordinary painting used for the sake of decoration, after all, it was the only thing in the hallway.

The painting, describing a war, was like a notice for the previous two men and their comrades.

It was something meant to happen in the future.

It was something set in stone since the beginning of time.

It was something that showed this world’s final phase.

It was a prophecy.

No one knew how long it would take to make the prophecy come true.

It may take years, decades, centuries or even millenniums.

Back to Mika.

The last matches of the tournament’s first round have already started.

Mika was sitting between Oliva and Ophelia, whereas the Norman, Malnor’s king, and the Tiam siblings, Grat’s crown prince and princess, sat on the other seats.

Lereon was guarding the door and Elsa was keeping an eye on them while leaning against the wall.

"..."

Nervously, Mika slightly shifted his gaze from the match to Norman and the other two.

They were fortunately immersed in the matches as they cheered very excitedly.

"Can’t believe that he’s a king?" Olivia whispered into Mika’s ear.

His eyes flinched.

"N-n-no, I-"

"Relax. That’s what he was trying to achieve."

"Huh?"

"It’s a weird hobby of his to dress like this so he can sneak himself amongst his people. This way, no one will realize that he’s a royalty, nonetheless the king. Well, that’s what he said."

"..."

Mika scanned Norman with his eyes.

"I guess, I can understand his intention now..." he responded awkwardly.

From his eyes, Norman seemed just like a normal citizen enjoying the festivities here.

He heaved a small sigh as he leaned his back on the couch.

"Never would I have thought that I would be in a room with royalties from multiple nations..."

"Haha, you will get used to it." Ophelia chimed in with a small giggle.

"Didn’t I tell you to loosen up a little? They won’t bite you." Olivia spoke to Mika.

"They may be royalties but they also want to be treated like any other person." Ophelia mentioned with a smile.

"Yeah, aside from those stuck-up people from Stakew, they are pretty carefree."

"Just like you?" Mika said, looking at Olivia.

"Did you say something?"

She glanced at him with sharp eyes.

"N-nothing..."

Mika turned smaller.

"Sylvia Pyril just won her match!" the announcer declared as the crowd got loud.

Olivia sighed.

"This was rather unspectacular."

"What did you expect? Her opponent was a silver-class student." Ophelia argued.

With a bored expression, she stared at Sylvia.

"Hey, Elsa. Isn’t she your cousin?" freewebnσvel.cøm

"Huh? Wait, what?" Mika said, baffled as he looked over to Elsa.

"I don’t know. My family tree is wide. It feels like I got thousands of relatives." Elsa replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"Maybe she and I are actually related to each other." she added.

Taken aback, Mika turned around again.

But as he did, he caught a glimpse of Ophelia’s face. She seemed glued to Sylvia.

"Is something the matter?"

"Hmm... I just have the feeling that Sylvia grew stronger during the time I didn’t see her. And I don’t mean just a little. She actually grew a lot." she replied pensively.

"That’s why this match was so boring. She should have fought someone on her level." Olivia remarked.

"I can’t wait to fight her." Olivia added.

"Wait, this was a joke, right?" her sister asked anxiously.

"Haha, of course not!"

"..."

Mika was once again stunned by Olivia’s battlelust.

"Sorry, your name was Mika, right?"

"?"

He twisted his neck after he got called out.

Behind him were the Tiam siblings.

It was Sara, who called him out.

"My sister and I wanted to explore the arena and watch the students." Yarjak said with a gentle smile.

"Care to join us?" Sara asked casually while also smiling.