#175 Remodeled Angel

“I-I loveth rice balls...”

I am Hermes, the God of Wisdom.

I am currently visiting mine own brother Hephaestus in the celestial realm.

I respect the gent as mine own brother and as a fellow god, but meeting the gent face-to-face is still hard to doth.

“I am sorry, brother. I didst not bringeth any rice balls. How is the adjustment of the patched-up angel going?

“T-The child of man whom I gifted offered me a rice ball the other day. It hadst something red and spicy inside, it was very delicious. Fin.”

“...”

I cannot doth this.

Perhaps it is because mine own brother Hephaestus, the god of modeling, is an artisan yond the gent tends to wend at his owneth pace and not senseth the mood.

I understand yond it is also part of his personality, but it is still hard to dealeth with the gent face-to-face.

“I am very much sorry I gaveth thee another job when thou art already busy building the Temple of Shackles for our father Zeus.”

“T-That is not true. I am joyous working on one of mine own creations again.”

Oh.

Mine own words reached the gent for once.

“I has’t already finished building Dad’s temple and fixing the angel. I wanteth thee to check the workmanship.”

The gent works fast.

“Really?! Not only didst thee adjust the angel, but thee also did finish making Father’s temple of shackles for his house arresteth? Won’t yond no-more-brain-than-stone father beest able to escapeth a hastily-made barrier?”

“I-It is not a temple of shackles.”

“Huh?”

“It is Binding Adamantine Blackthorn Eternal Labyrinth (Cocytus Ver.)”

...

His deep-seated rancor towards our father is showing.

Our jerk of a father didst look down on the taciturn and upright craftmanship of Hephaestus, after all.

Father, it wouldst has’t been better for thee to has’t been hath sent to Tartarus.

Oh well, serves that gent right.

“D-Do thee has’t any rice balls?”

“Nay, I do not.”

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“This is the adjusted angel as thee did request. I shall not alloweth thee calleth her a patched-up angel again.”

“Ohh!”

The gent is right!

The angel lying in Hephaestus’ workshop is sparkling-new, a completeth 180 from what it did look like right after the lass hadst been excavated and did repair hastily.

It looks like the lass is not activated yet, as the lass lies on the pedestal, seemingly asleep.

“I madeth her whole body evenly proportioned nou. Before, it almost did look grotesque with its irregularities...”

“It is because each angel hath used for her parts had a different body size. The lass hadst Ponosfon’s arms and Limosfon’s longeth legs.”

This angel was first madeth by combining the parts of several angels yond were did destroy four thousand years ago, after all.

And although the Saint did get the gift from Hephaestus, the gent’s way of thinking is beyond yond of a god.

“But thee didst not alter her main body yond much, didst thee?”

“Yeah.”

“Hysminaifon’s perfectly loli-like chest and Logosfon’s voluptuous, feminine buttocks! This unbalanced plumpness is like nay other!”

“The heavier the bottom, the better. It has been liketh yond since ancient times.”

I firmly shook hands with mine own brother.

Brother! Thee very much art the god of modeling!

Thee knoweth exactly what thou art doing!

“I-I also purged some of her armaments and did replace them with new ones. I tooketh precedence of user-friendliness and convenience over turning her into an annihilation machine.”

“I seeth thee also did remove her wings.”

“E-Eris forced me to putteth them on. Sure, they look fancy, but they wouldst only get in the way of her daily life.”

True. Having those huge wings on one’s backeth is a hindrance.

Thee cannot lie on thy backeth when thee sleep.

But even though the gent pursued convenience, the gent still madeth sure to incorporate armaments.

As expected of Hephaestus.

“Okay, I shalt activateth her nou... Char... Siu... Rice ball!”

Hephaestus then presses her switcheth after a mysterious chant. I couldst senseth the high-dimensional mana emitting from the power compartment of the lying angel filling each of her parts.

“...Whee,” sayeth the angel.

Speaking of which, brother. Thee has’t did adjust the exterior a lot, but what about her interior?

The lasteth time the lass was activated, the personalities of the various angels hath used for her parts overlapped, so the lass wast a mess inside and out.

“YoOoOo. Hunh? I wake up ‘n see two gloomy gods next ta each other. Issin this jus’ the worst?”

...

The lass is still broken.

“What is going on, brother?

“I didst not maketh any particular changes to her thought processeth.”

Wherefore not?!

It is the first thing thee must fixeth!

Behold at how broken her speech is!

“T-This in itself is her newly acquired personality. F-Fate dwells in every being’s character. Her fate must not beest distorted by the hands of others.”

It seemeth yond to mine own brother, angels, though originally madeth as bioweapons, shouldst also has’t their personalities respected.

The gent is such a virtuous man!

Hephaestus is surprisingly compassionate amongst the heavenly deities and respects the free will of the children of men.

“H-Her thinking is jumbled up with the personalities of many angels. How to coordinate and polisheth them into a single personality shouldst beest left to her future experience and prudence.”

I see.

Then I, Hermes, am the perfect instructor to polisheth her personality, for I am the god of wisdom!

“Ahem, I supposeth I shouldst greeteth thee first. Nice to meeteth thee, I am Hermes, the god of wisdom.”

From this day forward, I volunteer to beest the teacher who is’t shall guideth thee.

Such is the responsibility of the son who atones for his clotpole father’s wrongdoings!

“Hunh? Thanks, but no thanks.”

However, the angel rejected a god’s goodwill on the spoteth.

“I wanna do whatever I want now that I’m revived. Ion care 'bout gods ‘n whatnot. Also, could ya not get too close ta me? ‘S gross.”

...

Wing, wing, wing, wing, wing!!!

I can heareth a high-pitched alarm setting off inside me.

“Very well. It seemeth thee needeth even more specialized training.”

“T-Thou art mad, art thee not, Hermes?”

Returning this saucy lass to the saint in this state wouldst only causeth the gent trouble.

I has’t to useth mine own wisdom here to discipline her into a child who is’t hast the basic manners and right conducteth.

It is necessary to correct her character so yond the lass acquires social skills!

“Anyway, brother, I shall beest taking this lass with me.”

“I has’t already done everything I did need to, so I doth not mind. But umm...”

I grabbed the insolent angel and carried her entire weight on mine own shoulders...

“One of mine own forty-eight techniques as the god of wisdom...”

Then slammed her down vertically at mine own feet.

“Brain Buster, Vertical Heaven Dropeth Style!!!”

The angel’s headeth crashes onto the floor.

But since this is the celestial realm, the floor collapses from the Brain Buster’s momentum, penetrates the clouds, and falls straight to the earth.

The saucy angel and I descended from the celestial realm to...

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↓ (Still falling.)

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Ruuuuuuumble.

We madeth a descent from the heavens and arrived on earth in one fell swoop.

From here, I did seek out a certain person and madeth a requesteth to that gent.

“Thee who is’t follows Poseidon! I has’t a favor to asketh! Couldst thee taketh this stupid lass with thee on thy journey and alloweth her learneth a thing or two?”

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if you look closely, taking each first letter from the temple(labyrinth?)'s name would spell babel. it wasn't on purpose, it was only something i noticed while I was scheduling this post. thought it was a cool coincidence.