"Your Majesty, I believe that they should be allowed to make their own decisions about such matters, rather than us making decisions for them."
A cardinal archbishop stated, handing the issue back to the Night Guards.
"Regrettably, I have already consulted them. The vast majority have refused. Only a small portion, who feel their sanity slipping, are willing to transform into angels," Muria spread his hands, a helpless expression on his face. "Hence, I hope you will make the correct decision for them. It's a choice between degeneration and rebirth."
"Your Majesty, may I ask, what does your fiancée intend to do with these Night Guards once they have been transformed into angels? Are they needed for war? If so, that could put them at risk of falling."
