My Brother’s an Angel—Know What I Bean? - Chapter 2

The breath I had just managed to release shot straight back into my throat.

Before I could react,

Jialan bent down and took my tail in his hand.

My whole body shuddered.

Jialan sensed my tension

and stroked it gently.

“What a beautiful tail.”

Aaaaaah!

That was not the point, okay?!

I swallowed and asked softly, “Have there ever been angels with tails?”

Jialan rubbed the pointed tip between his fingers.

“No, but there is one now. Your brother will add both new details to the holy scripture.”

I relaxed completely.

How could the holy scripture have left out so many things and made me spend the entire morning terrified?

How awful.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation ran through my tailbone.

Jialan was caressing the tip of my tail. His fingers curled slightly and traced upward along the grain of the scales.

My tail sprang up beyond my control

and smacked Jialan across the face.

A faint blush swiftly colored the archangel’s snow-white cheek. “Mm.”

I babbled apologies.

“I’m sorry, Brother, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, the tail only just grew out and I’m not familiar with it yet…”

Jialan gave the tip a reassuring pat and chuckled. “It’s all right. It’s adorable. Your little tail is certainly full of energy.”

At the door, Jialan reminded me again and again that I absolutely had to come to him if anything happened.

“Your brother will solve everything for you. Just leave everything to me.”

Only after a long while did he finally let me return to my room.

I lay on the bed with my tail held high.

“Brother is the best. Hehe. Brother.”

My tail wagged from side to side.

I flicked it.

“Since Brother says you’re cute, I suppose I won’t cut you off.”

Whenever I was in a good mood, I liked to practice magic.

Although I had yet to develop the most obvious angelic trait—wings—

my magical power had always been formidable.

I assumed that was why Jialan had chosen me as his successor.

I opened my spellbook, and inspiration suddenly struck.

Since angels could produce better magic by channeling it through their wings,

could I cast magic with my tail?

The moment the thought formed, I felt vigorous power surge through my tail.

Excited, I recited an incantation.

The room plunged into darkness.

Dark-red flames abruptly ignited at the tip of my tail.

With a casual flick,

I tore open a rift in space.

Wait. What spell had I just cast?

Wasn’t that supposed to be healing magic?!

Why was it completely different from usual?

A pair of slender, snow-white hands with sharply defined knuckles emerged from the rift.

They gripped its edges and wrenched them apart.

The rift was forcibly torn open.

Two black horns appeared, followed immediately by a pair of dark-red eyes.

Startled, I rushed forward

and planted both hands against his chest, trying desperately to shove him back through.

A languid chuckle came from above my head.

“You’re trying to send me back the moment I arrive?”

He did not retreat a single step. Instead, he strolled calmly out of the rift.

His strength pushed my entire body backward across the floor.

Alarm bells shrieked in my head. I was immensely strong myself, yet against this thing, I might as well have been an ant trying to shake a tree.

The rift slowly closed.

“You summoned me. What are you afraid of?”

That thing bent down. My straining, vein-bulging face was reflected in his dark-red eyes.

“Who wouldn’t be scared when an ugly thing like you suddenly appears?”

He froze. “Ugly?”

He teleported in front of the mirror.

With nothing left to support me, I pitched forward and hit the floor with a thud.

He turned this way and that before the mirror, looking himself up and down, then finally sighed in satisfaction.

“My beauty has not diminished in the slightest.”

The corner of my mouth twitched.

His wild, disheveled black hair spilled down his back. Dark-gold patterns covered his bare back, spreading downward until they vanished beneath the black robe at his waist.

He turned around in satisfaction, then lowered his eyes and was shocked to find me on the floor.

He immediately strode over,

crouched down, pulled me up, and dusted me off while apologizing.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was in such a hurry just now that I made you fall.”

Hearing such words from a face so wickedly arrogant was jarringly incongruous.

But I did not dare underestimate him.

Jialan had never allowed me to face a demon directly,

but according to the decidedly unreliable holy scripture,

the larger a demon’s horns, wings, and tail were—and the more numerous and intricate his markings—the stronger he was.

The one before me had a massive lethal weapon brazenly displayed somewhere between his neck and his abs.

Golden patterns flowed across his chest like living things.

In short, he was definitely dangerous!

He suddenly crossed his arms over his chest and backed away.

“Pervert!”

Me: “…”