Castian sat on the ground and stared for nearly a minute.

It is done.

He had gathered up the rest of the criminals in the shop, and rescued the other victims. It did not take long, but he wasn't staring mindlessly because of that.

He was afraid.

Was that wrath that I just felt?

When Castian and his group arrived at the brothel, he promised Climb that he would capture anyone important. Although, when he found the most important person in the brothel, he lost control.

Sorry Climb.

By now, Castian has cooled down. He stared because he did not know what to think about his previous actions. He was afraid because for a small moment, he was not in control of himself. He, who was supposed to be the embodiment of the Seven Heavenly Virtues, let himself feel wrath. And now he was afraid when he was supposed to be brave and fearless.

And yet, if he could repeat those events, he would not want to change a thing. He had tried to tell himself otherwise, but [Discern Lies] triggered. He was lying to himself. He knew Raemond would be even more furious at this man. He could… trust… Raemond to do things to that man that Castian would not dare.

What should I do? I… don't know if I can show this part of me to Destian. How would he react when his creation failed at what he was supposed to be? No, he would be kind. But how would he really feel? My title… is meaningless.

Castian felt a tear slide down his face and drop to the ground.

Climb might be in trouble. I shouldn't be wasting time here.

Castian quickly got onto his feet, and wiped his face.

He ran through the basement area, and eventually found the exit staircase. He did not want to cause structural damage to the place, so he couldn't run too fast or hard.

When he exited the basement, the three people from earlier were still unconscious. It would be unlikely that people of their level would be able to wake up soon after taking a [Power Word: Stun], and so Castian could leave them be.

By now, the molten goo of the metal door had cooled off. Castian exited through the main entrance. He then found the side entrance that Climb and Brain had entered through.

For Castian, he felt he was taking too long. If Climb actually was in a life or death situation, then every second could mean life or death. While Climb could be resurrected, Castian would like to save him from death if he could.

In the room, he found a few dead bodies. There was also a secret looking entrance that seemed to be forcibly opened. There was a staircase leading down, and now Castian could hear some voices.

"…Um, can't we take him with us?"

"Cocco Doll, please give it a rest. There's a good chance that this brat's allies are through that door. And even if we do take him with us, he's probably just going to die before we get to someplace safe. Please just give it up."

"Then at the very least, let's take his head. I'm going to send it to that bitch with some flowers."

One of those voices is from the man with Stefan. The 'brat' is likely Climb. That means he is almost dead, but still alive.

Hearing that Climbs attackers were going to take Climb's head, Castian rushed down the staircase without thinking of things such as traps. When he reached the bottom, he saw Climb bloody and on the ground.

The thin man who seemed like a combatant was walking towards Climb.

"[Power Word: Stun]!"

The man couldn't even react before he fell on the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Without wasting anymore time, Castian ran over to Climb and healed him.

Soon after this, Brain Unglaus entered the room.

"It seems like I wouldn't have made it in time."

"I almost didn't get here in time myself. It's a good thing I was able to wrap up things quickly so I could support you guys here."

Castian smiled at Brain. However, this was only a distraction from his previous thoughts, and he soon felt himself staring at the ground.

Climb, who was now healed and better, looked up at Castian.

"Um, are you okay, Castian? Castian? Uh..."

"...Ah, yes, of course Climb. I managed to rescue the other people, as well as capture the criminals. Although what should we do now?"

"First, I plan to run to the guard office to explain what happened here and bring some soldiers back. Meanwhile, I would like to ask you two to keep watch here. However, Eight Fingers might send reinforcements."

"… I'm already on board this ship. I'll ride it out til the end."

"That is fine. After your soldiers arrive, I would like to explain everything to Destian. I'm sure he would be interested in providing aid against this organization as well."

"I understand. Then to you both, I apologize but please give me some time."

…

A suspicious looking group seems as if it was trying to blend into the shadows. They were staring at the melted metal door.

"This is pretty amazing. How did the attacker manage to melt the entire door? I don't think a [Fireball] could have done it. So, what do we do? Are you going to take your hand off the matter? I do not think that clashing will prove beneficial, considering the losses."

"Foolish."

Zero's voice was filled with an anger that he could not suppress.

"If we don't kill the one who attacked this brothel and set an example, our value will drop. From this point on, don't think about losses. All of Six Arms will step forward and kill the invader— 'Undying King' Deibanock, 'Void Executioner' Peshurian, 'Dancing Scimitar' Edstrom, 'Thousand Kills' Malmvist, and I, 'Battle Demon' Zero!"

As if in agreement, those around Zero all nodded their head.

"First, we pay the bail on Succulent and the others who were arrested and gather information. Once that is done… arrange for people who know how to torture. We will show the invader hell. He will greatly regret his foolishness!"

…

Once again, Destian was lost on the streets of Re-Estize.

Come on! I've found my house before! How hard could it be?

Apparently, getting lost was an issue for Destian.

I don't remember having this problem at any point until I came into this city… maybe I should check that Tome of Lore that Jacob and I wrote. We wrote all kinds of miscellaneous details that would be impossible to memorize. I think there might have been something that Jacob wrote that was a reference to some pirate stuff that I am not too familiar with. I guess there is also that blonde cook-monk NPC that referenced the same thing.

Despite his issues, after a few hours he was able to find his way back to the house. When he entered, Castian was already in the house. It seemed like he was having a conversation with Tsuare, but they both turned when the door opened. Castian seemed to have a sad look in his eyes.

"It seems like I came at a bad time."

Castian seemed to shake himself out of whatever daze he was in and gave a warm smile to Destian.

"Not at all. Tsuare made some potato soup if you wanted to try some."

"Really? I suppose I would like to have some."

While Destian did not need to eat, he was perfectly capable of doing so.

I don't think I've actually eaten since I arrived in this world. I guess never being hungry makes one forget about food.

Castian led Destian to the kitchen area, where a iron pot was partially filled with potato soup.

"There isn't much left, and it's probably cold by now, but help yourself."

Destian poured what was left into a bowl. He looked up at Castian, and noticed he seemed to be in a sad daze again.

"Castian?"

"... Ah, yes?"

"Are you alright?"

Silence.

"Did something happen while we were separated?"

"...Yes."

Castian's eyes started to become watery.

"It's okay, Castian. Let's go into my room and we can talk about whatever's bothering you. The soup is already cold so it can wait."

"...Okay."

Destian felt his own eyes start to water as well.

Stop. You're supposed to be the support beam in this situation. You can't just start crying because someone else is. I swear if it was a person that made Castian sad like this…

Destian was interrupted as he reached the main room. Tsuare was sitting in a chair, but she was able to tell that something was wrong with Castian.

"...Castian?"

"Don't worry Tsuare. He and I are just going to need some time together and he'll be back to normal."

"...Okay"

Castian's mood only seemed to get worse.

God damnit. Gut, where are you when I need you? I think you need a name. Gut, you are now Bob. Bob, please shed some of your divine wisdom on me so I don't screw everything up. I know I overworked you when making that plan thing, but please come back to me! I am just a lost puppy without you! Come on! Internal puppy eyes please? No? Shit.

In truth, he had no idea whether or not Bob was answering his prayers, but he didn't want to go in assuming Bob was with him. The incident with Evileye made him more careful.

Castian was now leaning on Destian's shoulder. He could feel an occasional tear soak through his clothing. Together, they walked up the staircase and then turned into Destian's room.

Destian sat on the bed, while Castian sat in a chair opposite to Destian.

"So, what's bothering you?"

"... I think I-I-I'm..."

Castian could not get the words out as he struggled to hold back his tears. Eventually, he just fell out of the chair and curled up on the ground.

What the hell happened!

Destian did not wait to think about the situation. He got up and picked up Castian. With his large amount of strength, this task was not difficult. He slowly put Castian down on the bed, and took the chair for himself.

"It's okay Castian. Just let everything out, I don't care. You can tell me when you're ready."

"I'm… fine. I just… I feel that… I'm now a fallen angel."

"Fallen?"

"I have failed in the purpose that you have created me for. I was raiding a Eight Fingers brothel when I saw something horrible. Evil. And then, I let the sin of wrath consume me. I lost control, and ended up breaking a promise I made to a kind boy. I was supposed to capture anyone important. The worst part, the thing that proves that I have become a fallen angel, is that I would do the same thing even if I wasn't angry. What I saw was just too horrible, and so I had to send him to Raemond so he could suffer. I wanted him to suffer, and I still do. Doesn't this mean that I am evil?"

"I see. Do I think you are evil? No. I likely would have done the same, but I am lacking some details. Being angry isn't a sin. Not even being wrathful is evil. Wrath is often considered evil because it clouds judgement, and in extreme cases, can cause someone to perform extremely regretful acts such as killing an innocent person or harming your family or friends. From a purely logical point of view, you made the correct decision in sending this asshole to Raemond. The fact that you don't have regrets is more proof that wrath did not control you. The other option, capturing this person, would likely have been worse despite the promise you made. You were with me when we came to the palace, so didn't you feel the corruption? I have a feeling that at least some of that is because of this Eight Fingers organization. If that is the case, then justice for these criminals would be unlikely to ever happen. That man probably knew it and thought he could get away with anything. I trust Raemond to judge well more than any person in this city. In other words, you did not make a mistake. My opinion of you has not gone down not even the tiniest iota. Okay, Castian?"

"Okay."

Destian noticed Castian shedding a completely new round of tears.

I thought that would be fine! Please stop Castian, this is just too silly of a reason to make such a big deal out of. I… I guess this is my fault. I put a lot of pressure on him with the whole Seven Virtues thing. I don't know what I can say.

"Thank you so much Destian!"

Castian sat upright on the bed, and Destian noticed that he was smiling.

Tears of joy? If that's the case, then mission accomplished. Maybe Bob was with me after all.

Castian stood up and then hugged Destian. His arms seemed to find their way between the top set and middle set of wings.

"You had me worried there, Castian. When I saw you looking sad, a lot of scenarios popped up in my mind, and I… I..."

Destian! Stop crying, nothing sad actually happened! STOP! Why am I so emotional? This is kind of embarrassing.

"You're too kind Destian. Don't worry about me so much, okay? Now I'm sure Tsuare is worried about me, so I'll go back to her now."

"Okay, that's fine."

I just got comforted by someone who needed to be comforted a few seconds ago. I'm so lame. What was with that emotional outburst?

After Castian exited the room, Destian laid down face first on the bed, letting the pillow absorb his tears.

That last line I said was so embarrassing. Someone help! I think I let the virtue of kindness control me. Am I a decent person? Maybe this is a side effect of becoming an angel.

Destian decided to finally get up. He had potato soup to finish after all.