Chapitre 542: He Who The Angel Looks Up To
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The next morning, the High Priest found Noirciel snoring again on the observation deck, and realized that he had to wake her up, again.
This time, the High Priest was calm and happy, for some reason. When Noirciel descended, she was haughty, detached, and difficult to handle, but after two days in the clock tower, she had become a bit more easygoing, like a little girl. The change was not a big one, but it pleased the High Priest all the same.
The Pope and others did not share this sentiment, neither did they think they could stand seeing Noirciel do anything else that was unbecoming for angels described in the scriptures.
"I pray that you find salvation one day, Your Grace," the High Priest murmured before walking towards the angel.
He woke her up gently, and she turned her groggy eyes to his and asked, "Huh? It's… time?"
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
KafkaOfTheRubbles
KafkaOfTheRubbles [1] Okay, this goes without saying, but the Pope is a piece of s***. Between the many craps he did and him being an extremist, this tactic personally pisses me off the most because I’m claustrophobic (and something like this happened to me before). Man, Pope-san, when yo mama gave birth to you, her doctor must have thought she had diarrhea.
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