"So these nobles were able to let their army legions escape while clashing with this group of perpetrators?"
"Escape? Group?" Rehael was visibly confused, but soon figured out that the human was mistaken.
"Yes, didn't their army legions abscond the battlefield 'cause this rowdy bunch sprung up into action?"
"No, they were not able to escape. Rather, these legions were obliterated by an individual."
"Come again?" Mikhail had to ask once more in case he heard it wrongly.
"A single entity annihilated their forces and inflicted damages to these Demon Nobles."
"What the- Are you serious?! Who is it?!"
"What would I get out of reeling off a lie to you, mortal?"
Mikhail's countenance visibly spelt how aghast he was.
'A single existence eradicated borderline a million monsters and soldiers? Into the bargain, it enervated two Demon Nobles? How remarkable are they if they were human? What if they're another drifter and loathes our species? That denotes nothing but a hazard for us.'
"If you are that concerned of its identity, then go ahead and ask. I don't mind telling you at the cost of one question." Rehael cajoled the knight into asking while the pit of his questions was still shallow.
The knight prepended on his limited options. It was extraordinary in itself that he was able to talk to a superior species, much more interrogate it. He ought to be clever in the way he would utilize this opportunity.
Heretofore, Mikhail Percival had only shown his astounded and infuriated facade in the presence of entities that were beyond his scope of reign. Howbeit, he was originally a person who consistently appeared lackadaisical in the eyes of those who were not acquainted with him, stoic to those who were. His nonpartisan commandments characterized his rule as the commander of the Knights of the Round Table. The mood swings he's been flaunting would be a treat to see for his comrades.
'We can always search for the trails of the suspect. In order to capably scan an untarnished history of mana movement in this area, we'll simply need to forbid the access of travellers on this island. That is more manageable than misspending a query.' Mikhail imminently reinvigorated his composure by drafting a game plan in his head.
"There is no necessity for that. I'll move on to my next inquiry," Percival said.
"Alright, by all means."
"When we undergo the knighting ceremony, the Rounds are stripped off of their baptismal name. Together with the title, the knight's new forename is taken from the church's prophecy predicated on their blood. I am conversant with a knight who is named Rehael. Is he, in any way, connected to you? Is he a fragment holder of yours?"
Rehael narrowed its eyes, incriminatory of malefaction. Delectably, it was not aimed at the human, but towards its kind.
'Ierathel even prattled regarding the fragments? I shouldn't have answered to this summoning. How upsetting.' Rehael nearly soughed. Just grasping the extent of the menace it was tangled in gave the Angel a sham of an exasperation.
"Unfortunately, I have no vessels."
"Then, what is your relationship with him?"
"Is that your last query?"
An awkward pause arose in the space between them, accommodating the man's dismay.
'I thought I could probe without Rehael descrying. It is too vigilant.' He clicked his tongue, as discrete as possible to be rid of the Angel's unimpressionable assessment, before responding.
"No, this is the final one. Can we..."
Mikhail stopped to heave a sigh, deep enough to arm him with the courage to utter his, self-admittedly, preposterous concluding question.
"Can we entrust the duty of eliminating Demon Nobles to the high ranking Angels through this method of summoning?"
As expected, Rehael did not reply right away. The Angel merely perused his comportment with its captious golden orbs. The knight gauged that he was silently being chastised of his audacity to articulate a query analogous to an edict.
The truth was, Rehael was contemplating on the limitation of precautionary measures that it could propose to Mikhail. Whereas they might cause a little disturbance, the influence of the humans' activities was trifling in the progression of affairs and conflicts.
'Straightforward is the best, isn't it.' The Angel decided, opening its mouth to speak.
"Allow me to warn you, mortal. Every instance that a superior existence drifts in this world, it is presented with a new fissure in its consonance. If you persist in summoning us, then you'll be contributing to this world's demise more than what the Demon Nobles are doing. Dire consequences are in order the moment you call for us again."
'Although, if they are in possession of the medium...'
Rehael joined its palms, similar to the gesture when in a prayer.
"Well then, I must go. I wish you the least torment in your endeavours, Evlan Percival."
"Wait-"
Naturally, Rehael disregarded the man's plea. The Angel closed its eyes, and that initiated the expeditious mending of the physical wounds on Khamael's body.
Mikhail just watched in awe as Rehael reawaken Khamael from his eternal sleep. Khamael Percival's body was being restored to its normal state; the grey complexion turning into its original pale ivory colour; detached limbs reattaching themselves to each other; burns, bruises, and lacerations disappearing like they were not present prior; regenerated flesh filling up the holes left by the formerly pierced weapons; it was definitely a refreshing scene that devitalized Mikhail's defence.
'Sarakiel said that no magic could affect Khamael due to the curse inflicted on him. Is Rehael not using magic? Or is it because of the Angel's superior prowess?' This actuality left him perturbed, but he dismissed it pronto.
While the rehabilitation was afoot, the luminescence coming from Khamael's body and the magic circle gradually vanished. Once the light faded, the wings on his back came crumbling down into glitter-like fragments. With that, Rehael had finally released the control it had on the knight.
Upon seeing the knees of his brother buckle, Mikhail rushed to catch Khamael's falling body, almost stumbling when his foot hit an inconspicuous rock. His timing barely qualified him to embrace his younger brother in his arms.
Evlan immediately checked the lad's heartbeat and breathing. He was consoled once he ascertained that they were stable, hugging his sibling even more tightly.
"Ivanov, let's go home."