Soft fingertips traced lightly across Rean’s chest. His shirt, torn open at the collar, revealed skin rising and falling slightly with tension. Olga’s delicate touch sent subtle shivers through his nerves, leaving Rean dizzy in waves.
After the struggle, Rean finally stopped resisting. He let Olga tear his clothes open to sense the Fenrir’s Fang fragment’s magic directly from his body. Honestly, aside from being stripped bare, he figured he had nothing—and would lose nothing.
But Olga’s technique was way too… suggestive.
Just a simple touch, yet heat flooded Rean’s body. His breathing grew ragged. A fire seemed to burn within him. His gaze, which he’d tried so hard to avoid, drifted helplessly toward Olga.
*Ifrit, you’ve really outdone yourself… I never expected this kind of corrupting flame…*
No way would Rean ever blame himself. In his mind, unless *he* wanted it, Olga’s actions shouldn’t trigger a single reaction.
And the evidence was right there.
“Huh… not bad. Solid build. Oh… these sharp lines, this firm texture—I’d sculpt you into a statue if I could…”
As Olga murmured nonsense while leaning closer, Rean felt her warm breath, faintly sweet, brush his chest. His rationality began to melt.
*Do all angels come with built-in charm? And it’s not even spirit magic—no way to counter it…*
If this kept up, he’d have to swallow his earlier words. Worse—what if a kid popped out? As a proud son of the Christine family, he couldn’t go from iron-willed one second to utterly losing himself the next!
“That’s enough! Know your limits!”
Rean snapped his palm against Olga’s forehead, flipped backward, and leaped into the alley’s deepest corner.
For the first time in his life, Rean felt utter humiliation. A magical prodigy. The strongest imperial prince. Master of the Thousand Arts Blade. Slayer of the Sin Beast. Yet a woman’s touch had unraveled him completely. All his honors meant nothing compared to the blow to his dignity.
“This is awful… Why must I suffer this…”
Huddled in the shadows, Rean clutched his chest tightly. His torn, disheveled clothes silently testified to the nightmare he’d just endured. *Did I accidentally flip some perverted switch in Olga?*
“Come to think of it… this is my first time touching a man’s body… Ahh, Archangel Gabriel, please forgive me…”
Flushed and flustered, Olga covered her cheeks, murmuring to herself. Satisfaction flickered in her eyes, but shame returned with her senses.
“If it’s wrong, why strip me in the first place?! And if it’s your first time, why so skilled?! I’ve already sacrificed my dignity—can we *please* get to the main task?!”
Rean yanked his clothes straight and strode up to her.
“M-Main task?! You’re in such a hurry!” Olga jolted, face crimson. “Even if my ultimate goal is marriage, it’s not like we’re doing *that* now… unless you promise to take responsibility…”
“Take responsibility my foot! I mean—can you hurry up and find that bastard?! Or let me do it myself!”
Rean was fuming. How could Olga go off-track *now*? “Main task”… Were angels’ minds dirtier than a Demon King’s?!
Good thing he hadn’t agreed to the political marriage. Who knew what’d happen to their kids’ IQs?!
“Oh… *that’s* what you meant…”
“What else could I possibly mean?!”
Facing Olga’s delayed realization, Rean sighed deeply. He’d dug this hole. Spoken the words. Now he had no choice but to endure.
“Don’t worry. The tracking spell is ready. I’ve analyzed the magic signature. We can begin anytime.”
Olga nodded confidently. While… *indulging*… she’d firmly memorized the fire-imbued Fenrir’s Fang fragment’s magic. Such a potent, tainted reaction couldn’t be hidden. Even now, though Rean used Behemoth’s power to suppress the flames, the fragment’s magical echo remained unmistakable.
“I’ll start right here.”
Olga crouched, fingertips brushing the ground. Her eyelids lowered slightly as she slipped into meditation.
Suddenly, Rean sensed ripples of magic spreading outward like water—expanding steadily. He closed his eyes, tracking the range. Kilometers away.
[Observation Magic: Heavenly Ripple Array. Releases imperceptible magical ripples from the caster. Feedback reveals objects or magical energies within range.]
Understanding the spell, Rean felt a flicker of surprise. He mastered the Heavenly Ripple Array too, yet Olga’s range and diffusion speed matched his own—and her calm expression suggested she wasn’t even trying hard.
*No wonder Gabriel said she’s among the top-tier in the Celestial Realm…*
*(Well, probably excluding those four monsters—the Archangels.)*
“Found it. Weaker than yours, but the fire-element magic signature is identical.”
Olga opened her eyes, strode out of the alley, and gazed into the distance. Faint golden light shimmered in her pupils.
“Yes. That direction.”
She pointed.
Through Olga’s activated Eye of Deconstruction, an orange pillar of light rose beyond the buildings ahead. Beside her, Rean’s own body glowed with the same hue—far denser.
“No time to waste. You lead. Let’s go.”
Leaning against the alley wall, Rean pushed off and headed toward her pointed direction.
But Olga didn’t move.
“Shouldn’t the one asking for a guide use better manners?”
“Take it or leave it. As if I can’t track it myself with observation magic.” Rean smirked, feigning activation of his Eye of Deconstruction. “I’ll go alone. Stay here.”
“Wait! I never said I wouldn’t lead! Don’t leave me!” Olga grabbed his head, shaking it frantically to break his focus. “Ugh! Why are you so unserious sometimes, and so humorless other times?!”
“Because I knew you’d apologize instantly.”
A sly smile flickered in Rean’s eyes.
“You…!”
“Alright then… Could you please lead me there, Miss Olga?”
“Figures I shouldn’t trust you an inch…” Cheeks flushed, Olga turned away—but kept hold of his wrist. “Follow me.”
*Guess I’m starting to figure her out…* Rean mused inwardly.
They walked one after another toward the orange pillar, leaving the streets behind, slipping past the town’s edge.
But soon, Rean frowned. Ahead lay an empty field—nowhere to hide. Could the one who planted Fenrir’s Fang fragments inside those children really be waiting here?
