Damien assigned the task of finding teleported Cursed Children and guiding them to the castle to the angel sisters.

The Einzbern family’s castle, expanded dozens of times by Damien, could easily house hundreds of thousands of Cursed Children, with room for ten times more.

“You don’t believe me?”

“How about this?”

As Irisviel spoke, a milky-white halo appeared above her head, and pure white wings of magicules materialized behind her.

Her body floated gently, like a warm sun soothing the two girls’ hearts.

“This!!”

Enju Aihara and Tina Sprout were utterly unprepared for this development.

“Gods… they’re real?”

“An angel…”

Tina felt her worldview shatter.

Yet, the evidence was undeniable… she had to believe.

“Yep.”

Irisviel felt no embarrassment calling herself an angel.

Damien was the god who saved them.

So, as artificial angels, claiming to be his divine envoys was perfectly fine, right?

Besides, Irisviel and her kin genuinely possessed angelic forms.

No pretense was needed… just their magicule-liberated state.

Like Irisviel, 500 other girls were bustling across the Void Ark.

They located scattered Cursed Children and guided them.

The teleportation was spread out to give the girls time to adjust.

The Void Ark’s internal space was vast, expanded to the size of a small world.

Even with 500 helpers, managing tens of thousands of Cursed Children kept them busy.

“You must be hungry.”

“Food’s coming soon, but have some cake to tide you over.”

Using her authority, Irisviel conjured a cake and handed it to Enju.

“Delicious!”

Enju took a bite and began stuffing her face.

“Slow down, really.”

Irisviel helplessly wiped cream from Enju’s mouth.

As Illya’s mother, she was naturally overflowing with maternal love.

Learning of the Cursed Children’s tragic past from Damien, her irrepressible motherly instincts made her deeply pity these girls.

“Thank you.”

Feeling Irisviel’s kindness, Enju’s guard lowered significantly.

“How do we get out of here?”

Tina voiced her confusion, and Enju, hearing her, was incredulous. “Why leave?”

“This place is great!”

“Why go back to that awful world?”

Enju loved it here.

Irisviel gave her warmth she’d never known.

The cake was delicious.

The breeze, the flowers, the grass… everything captivated her, making her reluctant to leave.

She couldn’t understand why Tina would ask such a thing.

“Um…”

Tina said, “I have a mission tomorrow. If I don’t go, the doctor will punish me.”

“Like this!”

Boom!

She pointed to her head, mimicking an explosion.

“Hm?”

Irisviel caught the emotion in her words. ‘Not willingly returning, but threatened?’

“Can I take a look?”

“Sure.”

With Tina’s permission, Irisviel placed a hand on her head.

“This?!”

She quickly found a chip implanted in Tina’s brain.

It enhanced her combat abilities.

But it was also a timed bomb to prevent betrayal.

“Such a cruel method.”

Irisviel felt the world’s malice toward the Cursed Children.

‘What kind of cold-blooded person would do this to a child?’

Cursing the one who modified Tina, Irisviel channeled her magicules.

Using the Void Ark’s spatial authority, she effortlessly removed the chip.

She also healed Tina to ensure no lingering effects.

“That should do it, right?”

Irisviel flicked her hand, revealing a bloodied chip in her palm.

She’d even removed a micro-bomb laced with special metal from Tina’s body.

“This…”

Tina blinked, quickly grasping what it was.

“Thank you.”

“I’m fine now.”

One unbelievable event after another finally convinced Tina of the god’s claims.

If an angel could so easily solve her unsolvable problems, it had to be real, right?

In truth, Irisviel’s intervention wasn’t even necessary.

The Void Ark was completely isolated from the outside.

No technology, including the doctor’s, could function here.

Remote detonation was impossible.

“Come!”

Irisviel took each girl’s hand. “Let’s go meet Lord Damien.”

Meanwhile, at the castle’s entrance, Damien led a group of awestruck little girls into the Einzbern castle’s garden.

“Wow!”

“Such a big house.”

“It’s all white. Can we really go in?”

Some children noticed their dirty clothes, hesitating to sully the pristine castle.

“Come in, it’s fine.”

Seeing their reluctance, Damien turned with a smile, extending a hand. “From now on, this is your new home.”

“Besides, you must feel uncomfortable like this, right?”

“Come, I’ll take you to bathe.”

Damien’s gentle demeanor gave the girls courage.

When Hiyori took the first step through the gate, a second, then a third child followed into the courtyard.

“This is practically paradise…”

Most of the girls didn’t know the meaning of paradise or gods.

To them, a god was probably just a kind person who protected and cared for them.

Someone like Damien… a super, super good person.

***

If you like the Classroom of the Elite and Danganronpa series, don’t hesitate to check out the new project I’m currently working on:

[COTE: The True Perfect Human]

Synopsis:

Since the era when humanity was still focused on steam and coal, people have already been questioning what the Perfect Human truly looks like.

Some say the Perfect Human possesses overwhelming physical strength… others claim the Perfect Human has unparalleled intelligence.

Of course, there are also those who believe the Perfect Human possesses both… strength and intellect.

Like Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

That’s why when people ask who the most perfect human in all of fiction is, they often point to the Masterpiece of the White Room as the Perfect Human.

But… only the OGs know that the only Perfect Human who has ever walked this earth is…

The Ultimate Hope…

Izuru Kamukura.

…

This is the story of Izuru Kamukura as he challenges Classroom of the Elite searching for whether there is anything in this world capable of dispelling his boredom.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep