— Azadia’s POV —

  "Yawn…"

  I stretched my arms, slowly waking from my slumber.

  Sitting up, I knelt before my mirror, my knees pressing against the smooth, white floor.

  A girl with half-lidded aquamarine eyes gazed back at me, her expression still drowsy from sleep.

  She carefully ran a comb through her cornflower-blue hair, which cascaded down to her spine, humming softly to herself.

  “Hum~ Hum~ Hum~…”

  She hummed softly to herself as she tended to her hair, then extended her medium-sized cerulean-blue wings. Slowly, she folded them forward, covering her upper body like a protective veil. With practiced grace, she combed her feathers, ensuring they remained pristine.

  A few minutes later, she stood up, spreading her wings wide before taking flight. Her white sleepwear shimmered, transforming into an elegant white dress, its soft fabric flowing down to her knees.

  That girl— is me.

  I am Azadia, a newly born angel—just 14 years old.

  I am a servant of the most radiant being in existence—

  The Goddess of Freedom, Libertas.

  I admire Her.

  No—admire is too weak of a word.

  I worship Her.

  She is the most beautiful, most graceful, most divine entity in the universe.

  Her very presence commands reverence.

  Every movement She makes is elegant.

  Every word She speaks is absolute.

  Every decision She makes is flawless.

  I love watching Her.

  For my first 10 years, I was always behind Her, observing as She guided my seniors with unwavering wisdom.

  We, the newly born angels, were not allowed to intervene with their works. We were only permitted to watch and learn, ensuring that once we graduated, we would not make mistakes in our own duties.

  It was… honestly a bit dull.

  But I didn’t mind.

  Because I got to see Goddess Libertas every day, even if only from behind.

  That alone was enough.

  Then—

  10 years passed.

  I finally graduated, meaning I could now stand before Her, see Her face, and receive direct orders from Her divine lips!

  The first time Goddess Libertas spoke to me—looked at me—and assigned my first mission…

  I thought I might faint from happiness.

  Angels received various duties—

  Some descended to the world to deliver divine messages.

  Others fought in wars, acting as silent guardians.

  Some fulfilled the prayers of Goddess Libertas' devoted followers.

  And some, like me, were tasked with watching over an entire country.

  My first assignment was to watch over the world called Earth—specifically, a country named Indonesia.

  From what I could tell, my observation began around the year 2001 in that world’s time.

  Typically, an angel assigned to watch over a country remains in that position for 25 years before being reassigned.

  As a watcher, my duty was to observe and report to Goddess Libertas once per month.

  Of course, if an urgent matter arose, I had to send an immediate report instead.

  Additionally, I was responsible for delivering souls to Goddess Libertas, allowing Her to purify them before reincarnation.

  Most souls would simply be reborn within the same world, using my mana as a medium.

  However…

  If a soul had suffered too much misfortune, it had to be reincarnated into another world with its memories intact—so that it could seek the happiness it was denied in its previous life.

  Since that required a vast amount of mana, Goddess Libertas Herself provided it.

  She truly is kind—not just to us, Her angels, but also to the people on the surface world—or we usually called it the material world.

  I am so, so, so lucky to serve Her.

  At first, I was eager to carry out my task.

  But… that excitement didn’t last.

  This country was peaceful, lacking any significant events that required divine intervention.

  It didn’t even have mana.

  Even if someone desperately needed help, there was nothing I could do.

  And unlike other worlds, there was no need to reincarnate souls here from other realms due to its absence of mana, unless Goddess Libertas Herself performed the task.

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  Everything about this world felt… ordinary.

  Why did Goddess Libertas even create it?

  There must have been a profound reason, but I could not see it.

  “Haaa… So boring..”

  Day by day, month by month, time drifted on.

  As an angel, I didn’t need sleep—but I started sleeping anyway.

  It was the only way to make time pass faster.

  With nothing urgent to do, I began picking up human hobbies.

  I experimented with makeup, styling my face differently just to see the results.

  I enjoyed long baths, trying out various scented soaps.

  I learned how to take care of my wings, keeping them soft and pristine.

  I played video games, though I preferred single-player games over multiplayer ones.

  Well, I rarely interacted with the other angels.

  While they socialized with each other, I found myself enjoying solitude more.

  And so… my fourth year passed.

  In present, around 2004 Earth’s time, I noticed a small trace of despair coming from a 5-year-old boy.

  But I ignored it.

  Probably it was just a child throwing a tantrum over not getting a toy he wanted. So, I didn’t delve into the details.

  But the despair didn’t go away.

  It kept growing.

  Year after year, I continued to feel his presence—his misery—lingering in the background.

  Yet, I still didn’t investigate.

  I thought he’s just a spoiled kid.

  I didn’t want to bother Goddess Libertas with such a small issue.

  And then—

  The year 2015 arrived.

  The boy, who once I thought was a spoiled child, was now 16 years old.

  And suddenly, his despair surged beyond anything I had ever felt before.

  Considering he hadn't even completed his schooling, I still thought about ignoring it.

  I almost did.

  But then—

  A chilling voice rang out behind me.

  "Why didn't you report him to Me, Azadia?"

  I froze.

  Turning around slowly, I saw a majestic figure standing before me.

  Her flowing chlorine-blue hair framed piercing azure-blue eyes that stared straight through me.

  Her wings—larger than any angel’s—stretched elegantly behind Her.

  Her white dress flowed gracefully to the floor, exuding a beauty beyond mortal comprehension.

  Her expression was calm—too calm.

  And that terrified me.

  She was smiling, yet I could feel the anger simmering beneath.

  She is the being I adore, the one I worship, the one I would give my existence for—

  She is…

  “G-Goddess Libertas! W-What brings You here!?” I stammered, my entire body going rigid.

  She smiled.

  But I could feel it.

  The anger simmering beneath.

  "I sensed despair and hatred exceeding the threshold of this world," she said.

  "Yet, your reports claimed that nothing was unusual."

  Her voice was gentle, yet every word felt like ice against my skin.

  “And when I searched for you, Azadia… I found you playing video games.”

  I paled.

  She knew.

  I immediately bowed deeply.

  “I—I apologize, Goddess Libertas!”

  But—

  “Why apologize? That is not what I seek.”

  Her voice remained gentle.

  But the air around me grew colder.

  “Ah.. Uh.. I felt despair from him when he was 5, and it has been escalating. Now, at 16, he hasn't graduated from school, so I thought he was just a spoiled child. I didn’t want to trouble you with something ordinary, so I...”

  I tried to explain myself, but she stopped me.

  “So you ignored him… and indulged in video games.”

  Her tone sent shivers down my spine.

  I bowed even deeper.

  “I-I am truly sorry!”

  She exhaled. “Enough. Now… take a closer look at him.”

  “Y-Yes!” I obeyed and promptly delved into his history with meticulous detail.

  His life unfolded with a series of misfortunes, weaving a tapestry of difficulties encompassing not only friendships but also entangling family and love relationships.

  This year marked the zenith of his tribulations, converging into a crescendo of despair and resentment toward the world. A heavy cloud of depression hung over him. While he wasn't destitute, his family's modest means fell short of resolving their myriad issues.

  Though his trials might seem like childish pranks in comparison to those in other worlds, in this world, however, they were exceptionally rare. The prevailing peace in this world prompted the Goddess to set a smaller threshold, and his despair had surpassed that limit.

  Guilt gnawed at me. Upon his demise, the plan was for him to be reincarnated into another world with his memories intact, paving the way for the happiness he sought.

  However, neglecting him would result in another Earthly reincarnation with erased memories.

  He might find joy in his next life, but erasing memories from his previous one presented a different thing than reincarnating him with his memories intact.

  And—

  I realized…

  I had made a terrible mistake.

  “G-Goddess.. He is.. Uh.. I am sorry!” I bowed again.

  I looked up from my bowed position, meeting the piercing gaze of Goddess Libertas.

  Her eyes held a depth that seemed to search not just my words, but the very essence of my understanding.

  “Azadia,” she said softly.

  “Do you know why I created this world—this world without mana?”