Because he was not mainstream, Wayne couldn’t explain clearly and simply told the truth, "You guessed right, I’m indeed not a Reincarnated Angel. Due to some misunderstandings, the Papal State mistook me for one."
"I’m not one either!"
"No, you definitely are."
Seeing both colleagues deny their identities, Archibald waved his hand to set up a Barrier that blocked magical fluctuations and placed a Golden Rule Bible in front of Kel.
"Mister Polo, Mister Wayne is definitely an Angel, there’s no doubt about that."
Archibald said, "As for you, I trust Wayne’s judgment; he wouldn’t mistake anyone. If you don’t believe it, please place your hand on this Bible; the Golden Rule will respond to you and awaken the Stigmata deep within your soul."
"That’s enough, don’t tell me so much. Such an important secret—if I’m not one, you would definitely find a way to silence me."
Kel shrugged his shoulders. He couldn’t possibly be a Reincarnated Angel. He bet that if the Bible responded to his soul, it was only because he carried many blemishes.
The moment his palm touched the Golden Rule Bible, Holy Light descended.
Pure Sacred Power surged into Kel’s body along his arm, and the radiance from the Golden Rule Bible surged, enveloping Kel completely.
An invisible force spread out; the Holy Light Barrier pushed to both sides, incidentally enveloping Archibald as well.
Pure Holy Light, eternal and sacred!
Watching this glow, gold light flickered in Mona’s eyes, and the Stigmata on the back of her hand involuntarily activated, and she began to murmur verses from the Bible.
Seeing Mona behave this way, Titus, also an Angel Servant, wouldn’t be outdone. He activated the Stigmata on the back of his hand and joined Mona in recitation.
Wayne had nothing on him and watched the scene of Angels searching for their relatives as an ordinary bystander, seeing two vague figures walk into the Gates of Heaven in the virtual shadows of holy light.
Initially, they were humanoid, and then they became indistinguishable.
Wayne blinked, looked at Archibald who was enveloped in Holy Light, then at Titus, who had Stigmata on the back of his hand, and immediately smirked.
No wonder Archibald was so handsome; he turned out to be a Reincarnated Angel too.
Confirmed, Angels in Heaven are strange and unusual, each one more anthropomorphic than the next, or not at all. After being reincarnated as humans, the men are tall and the women handsome, all top-tier in terms of looks.
Wayne couldn’t see clearly what was inside the Gates of Heaven, but he faintly saw a bunch of carelessly long shadows coming to watch, creating quite a lively scene.
Moments later, the surging Holy Light dispersed.
Archibald put away the Golden Rule Bible, the Crucifix Stigmata on his forehead slowly faded, and he smiled, "Mister Polo, having witnessed your own soul, do you have any doubts now?"
Kel wore a pained expression, deeply rejecting the identity of an Angel. Rather than being an Angel, he preferred to be a human.
"You just said the Bible would awaken the Stigmata deep within a Reincarnated Angel’s soul, but I don’t have any, nowhere at all." Kel lifted his shirt to prove his point, nothing on his face, chest, arms, legs, or back.
The more he searched, the more agitated he became, feeling steady in his resolve to prove his innocence. He unbuckled his belt, proudly looking down, "Even here there’s none..."
Damn, there actually was!
Kel shot himself in the foot upon seeing his own Stigmata, located in a very bizarre spot. He was completely flustered.
The odd fellow left the four people around him speechless, especially Archibald, who couldn’t bear to look.
Generally speaking, an Angel’s Stigmata would appear in relatively obvious places, on the face, arms, back of the hands, back, but for someone like Kel...
It could only be said that Heaven had all sorts of Bird Angels.
"Wait, he doesn’t have Stigmata either!"
Kel pointed at Wayne, all around him people bore Stigmata, Archibald on his forehead, Mona and Titus on the back of their hands, only Wayne was unseen everywhere.
So, don’t look at him with such distaste. Wayne was the same as him. If they had to disdain anyone, they should include Wayne as well, and not let him suffer this alone.
Kel’s thought process was bizarre, Archibald couldn’t follow his logic and explained with a smile, "Whether Stigmata appear can be controlled by us; Wayne’s reluctance to show doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them."
Mona nodded in agreement; she had performed a full-body check on Wayne, confirming Archibald’s words, already hidden.
"Also, Wayne’s Stigmata have manifested on Sister Mona. They signed a contract, Sister Mona can use the Golden Rule within Wayne’s body," Archibald conveyed basic knowledge to Kel.
That was the Altar of Pride’s Angelic Gold...
Forget it, no need to explain. His identity as a Reincarnated Angel was clearly arranged by the Papal State. Even the true Reincarnated Angels had prepared his excuses, so there was nothing more to argue.
Kel still wanted to struggle, a pat came on his shoulder.
Wayne shook his head, "Give it up. I, a fake Reincarnated Angel was treated as a real one, and you are undoubtedly a Reincarnated Angel, so just accept your fate."
"That’s easy for you to say, you haven’t accepted it."
Kel muttered quietly, sticking to his initial opinion, if Wayne wasn’t one, then he wasn’t either.
"Just call me Kel." Kel, feeling dejected, waved his hand.
"Kel, you’ve been asleep for too long, your own strength is too weak, I hope you’ll come back with me to the Papal State and quickly make yourself stronger."
Archibald spoke earnestly, "Seven Reincarnated Angels have descended to the Mortal World, and you are the last one. We’ve lost our memories due to reincarnation and are uncertain of why we have come to the Mortal World. But the descent of seven angels surely bears a significant duty, you must regain your power from Heaven to be ready for the upcoming crisis."