The Hero Aide was nothing more than a good-for-nothing noble brat from the start.
Unlike most people, Aide had never felt those worldly desires since birth.
He didn’t like socializing, didn’t like studying, didn’t like eating, drinking, or having fun.
It seemed like everything in life felt unreal to him.
Aide had already resigned himself to living a boring life until a wandering fortune-teller came to him on her own accord.
The fortune-teller looked at him with eyes full of concern as she cast his divination.
After seeing the result, she solemnly warned his parents.
“Since that child has no interest in everyday activities, he is bound to become obsessed with something more abnormal.”
“For example, something demonic that can awaken destructive desires.”
“If you don’t send this child to a monastery, and without the right opportunity, I’m afraid he will fall into the path of evil.”
As she was being thrown out of the estate by the guards, the wandering fortune-teller shouted out this last sentence.
No one paid any attention to the mad ramblings of a wandering fortune-teller.
There might be reclusive masters hidden among the masses, but the majority were always charlatans looking to swindle people.
Only Aide knew that what she said was true.
But Aide wasn’t particularly willing to walk that path.
After all, he still had to consider his parents’ feelings.
So he donated a tiny little sum to the Holy Light Church, made a solemn prayer in the church he had funded, and prayed that the Lord of Holy Light would, in response to this tiny gesture, protect him and his family.
Even though the priest working there looked like a con artist, at least it gave him peace of mind.
However, from then on, Aide would occasionally dream of an angelic figure.
A young angel with feathered ears, wearing a holy smile, listening to the prayers of believers, using powerful divine spells to protect dying followers and kill monsters.
Aide didn’t care much about why he dreamed of this angel; he was more concerned about the angel’s face.
A small stature compared to ordinary people, slightly trembling feathered ears, slender willow waist with slightly chubby thighs—perfectly fused with her divine aura to achieve a qualitative transformation.
Even though she was a rather petite and youthful existence, she possessed a maternal aura that ordinary people could hardly match.
So angels could be this beautiful too?
Unknowingly, that angel had become the obsession that Aide could not forget.
Gradually, Aide began to slowly ignite a passion for life.
There was no other reason—he simply wanted to know who that angel was and whether she was a real person.
He casually learned some swordsmanship, casually became a hero, casually slayed the Demon King.
With enough achievements and assets but nowhere to use them, the Imperial Court still had no leads on that angel, and the Church remained tight-lipped about it.
Until one day, he dreamed of a believer confessing his sins to the angel.
The content of the confession was boring—just a gambler blinded by greed trying to comfort himself by pouring out his heart before dying of illness.
Aide was bored, and the angel was equally bored, but the gambler’s proposal to donate his inheritance after the confession was not boring.
Was it really necessary to hold such a high opinion of a stranger after just one meeting, as if they were sworn brothers?
Even Aide himself, after seeing the angel’s delicate face and her slightly chubby thighs many times in his dreams, started to yearn for her.
But that angel actually believed it and gave her name—Moya.
No matter how much Aide calculated, he never expected that the whereabouts of Moya, which he had searched so hard for, would be tricked out by such a scam.
Unable to understand Moya’s obsession with the concept of “home” as a transmigrator, Aide only felt that this angel girl seemed a bit naive.
But that didn’t matter.
At least he finally had a clue to track her down.
After waking up, Aide hurriedly asked his parents to use their connections to investigate Moya and the believer who had dragged her down.
Using some slightly shady methods, he intercepted the debt note before the debt collectors could come after Moya, then used even shadier methods to transfer the ownership of this astronomical debt to himself.
Compared to those loan sharks who would stop at nothing to collect debts, it was clearly better for him to hold on to it, right?
After all, he, Aide, wasn’t a demon.
At most, he couldn’t resist using this debt note to get to know Miss Moya, tease her, bully her, and threaten her.
All within the normal range of behavior.
That should be fine.
But no matter what, the moment Moya opened the door and he confirmed she was the angel from his dreams, Aide no longer intended to pursue the debt.
Aide’s thoughts were already drifting to whether the reproductive method of the angel race was viviparous or oviparous, but the real-life actions of Moya gave him a harsh blow.
Was making a house fly a bit too over the top?
Aide knew Moya was very strong—in his dreams, she was at the level of slaughtering monsters effortlessly—but using divine arts to this extent was simply too much.
Watching the dust settle and the surrounding area turn into a barren wasteland, Aide couldn’t help but sigh and prepared to head toward the nearby village.
Moya’s mansion was located in the outskirts of the royal capital.
Even if it was situated in a remote wilderness, with the dense population of the capital, asking around for clues about her should be easy.
…
Moya felt like she was going to faint.
Both physically and mentally.
Her divine arts training had indeed been too slack—practicing sporadically—resulting in her being unable to fly after dragging the house for just five minutes, her mind dizzy.
On top of that, she still hadn’t fully processed the fact that she owed a sky-high debt.
Looking at the elegant furnishings in the living room, Moya couldn’t help but seethe.
‘Why did I get so carried back then and agree to take over his inheritance?’
‘It was like lard clogging my heart.’
The number on the bill, piled with countless zeros, was a sum that Moya could not possibly pay off even if she worked as an angel for ten years.
Regret.
In short, she was full of regret.
Lying on the bed, frantic, Moya kept thinking of countermeasures.
After expending a lot of effort, she had only managed to fly her house a few kilometers away.
As long as that debt collector spent a little more time visiting the outskirts of the capital, her whereabouts would naturally be exposed.
‘What if I abandon the house and flee in the night?’
No way!
This mansion was something she had earned through doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
Why should she let someone else take advantage of it?
In her previous life, she had worked like a beast of burden, only to end up in a tragic fate.
She had suffered for a lifetime—couldn’t she enjoy herself a little?
The man who came to collect the debt seemed to be named Aide.
He looked young.
Judging by her previous life’s experience with men, Moya had to admit that this Aide guy was a bit handsome.
Looking at Aide’s outfit, he must have carefully prepared his appearance for this debt collection.
Dressing up all flashy just to collect a debt—it even made Moya vaguely hallucinate that it was the kind of outfit specially prepared for blind dates.
With such a dashing personality, he should be interested in matters of love, right?
Of course, Moya didn’t actually intend to pay with her body.
She had her own clever plan.
This was the wisdom of her being a transmigrator!