Chapter 506: Fauna, Adorable Mascot Of The Battle Angels

Mika walked over to the wrestling pile.

"Okay, okay, break it up, break it up."

Fauna immediately scrambled to her feet and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She then pointed a trembling finger at Yelena, her eyes wet with manufactured tears.

"Mika, help me! Yelena’s bullying me! She pulled my hair! She squeezed my breasts!"

She demonstrated by squeezing her own breasts, as if to prove the violation.

"She said so many mean things! Do something!"

Yelena stood up, fists clenched.

"You little shit! How dare you play the victim when you started this whole thing?!"

She jabbed a finger at Fauna’s face and asked in disbelief,

"And how are you even crying right now? A moment ago you were laughing! Literally laughing! Where did these tears come from?!"

Fauna’s lower lip trembled. "It’s because of all the sadness I feel because of our relationship, Yelena."

Yelena froze. "What?"

"I treat you so well. I try to show you all the affection and love in the world. But here you are, bullying me all the time."

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"All the grievances...they’ve been storing up. I just...I couldn’t hold them in anymore."

Yelena’s expression softened. Guilt flickered across her face. "Fauna, I—"

But then, Fauna stuck out her tongue.

"Blehhh!"

"WHY, YOU LITTLE—"

She lunged again.

Mika held out a hand. "Okay, that’s enough. No more fighting."

He pointed at Yelena and scolded like he was their father future,

"Just because Fauna was provoking you doesn’t mean you have to engage every time, Yelena. You’re supposed to be a mighty Battle Angel that everyone looks up to. Have some self-control."

Yelena’s mouth fell open. She looked like a child who had been scolded for something that wasn’t her fault.

Fauna, meanwhile, was radiating smugness.

Mika turned to her. "You too, Fauna."

Her smugness evaporated.

"You really have to stop messing with Yelena all the time. One day, she’s going to faint on the spot from how angry you make her."

He reached over and pulled on her cheek. "It’s not nice to act like such a little devil when you look like such a sweet little angel."

Fauna’s face flushed. She hugged him tightly and sweetly said,

"Okay, Mika!~ I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!~"

She absolutely would. Everyone knew it. But Mika just let her down gently.

"Anyway." He turned to Yelena. "I’m going to need your help."

Yelena perked up immediately. "The bombs? Right, the bombs—I totally forgot—is everything—"

"Already handled. Don’t worry about it."

Yelena let out a massive sigh of relief.

"Then what do you need my help with?"

Mika handed her the list.

Yelena took it, scanning the names. Her eyes widened. "There are...a lot of names."

"All the cult members involved in the bombing. I need you to create portals to all their locations."

Yelena frowned.

"But Mika, you know I can’t do that. My spatial ability only works in places I’ve already been to."

Mika waved a dismissive hand.

"Don’t worry about that. I’ll help you out."

A small orb of light—pulsing, golden, alive emerged from the tip of his pointer finger. He brought it toward Yelena’s forehead.

Normally, if anyone else tried to push something into her skull, Yelena would have reacted violently.

Self-preservation was a powerful instinct. But this was Mika. She didn’t even flinch.

The orb sank into her skin.

Yelena’s body jerked. Her eyes shimmered. Her pupils dilated.

Information flooded her mind. Coordinates, locations, spatial markers, a map of places she had never been, now as familiar as her own bedroom.

Mika pulled his hand back.

"I just uploaded the coordinates into your mind. Also added spatial nodules, so it’ll feel like you’ve already been to all those places. You can make the portals easily now."

The three sisters stared at him in disbelief.

Yelena had a SSS-Class blessing, one of the most complex, devastating abilities in existence.

It had taken her decades to master, years of training, endless hours of practice.

And Mika had just...rewritten it. Casually. Like updating a phone’s operating system.

Fauna and Yelena looked at him with fervent, adoring gazes.

Their man was so strong. So capable. So safe. They wanted to hug him and never let go.

Nadia’s gaze was different. More complicated. She was proud, but she was also flustered.

Seeing her son be so effortlessly powerful, so casually dominant, stirred something in her that she didn’t want to name.

Not wanting to show her flustered state, Nadia cleared her throat and composed herself.

"Yelena, make haste and act with urgency. The cult members are probably scrambling right now, realizing their plans have been disrupted."

Yelena nodded, closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them.

A single portal shimmered into existence directly in front of them, a swirling vortex of green and gold, humming with contained energy.

"This portal leads to the main realm where most of the cult members are hiding."

Yelena explained, pointing at it.

"There are subsidiary portals inside that will branch out to their other locations. I’ve already started bringing the members under control."

Nadia nodded approvingly. "Good. Then Mika and I will handle things from here."

She turned to Yelena with a commanding look.

"You and Fauna should go talk to the media."

Yelena’s eyebrows rose. "Me and Fauna? Why can’t you talk to the media, while Mika and I go inside?"

Nadia glanced meaningfully toward the distance, where a crowd of reporters and camera crews had gathered behind the shimmering barrier.

The barrier blocked their view, they couldn’t see or hear anything happening inside. But they were waiting. Patiently. Hungrily.

"Everyone is eager to know what happened." Nadia said. "They want reassurances. They want to hear that the threat is over." She looked back at Yelena. "You’re always the best at handling that. Take Fauna with you."

Yelena’s face scrunched up in annoyance.

"Why should I take her?" She reached over and ruffled Fauna’s hair vigorously, messing it up. "She’ll just disturb my rhythm. Say some dumb stuff that’ll make everyone watching laugh at us like we’re a couple of clowns."

Fauna pouted, batting at Yelena’s hands. "Hey! My hair!"

Nadia shook her head.

"It’s exactly because we need to make them smile and laugh that I’m asking you to take Fauna."

She reached over and patted Fauna’s head in a loving, almost maternal gesture.

"She’s the mascot of our group. Everyone who sees her, no matter what disaster they’re going through, immediately lightens up. You two balance each other out."

Yelena’s expression softened, though she still looked reluctant. "That’s...irritatingly logical."

"Come along, fluffball." She grabbed Fauna’s hand and pulled her toward the barrier. "If I just let you walk at your own pace, we’ll never get there with those tiny little legs of yours."

Fauna stomped her foot.

"Hey! They’re not that short!"

She glanced down at her legs, then back up at Yelena and mischievously said,

"And if you’re so worried about me taking too long, I’ll just ride on your back!"

Before Yelena could protest, Fauna scrambled onto her sister’s back and locked her arms around Yelena’s neck like a koala.

"Get off! Get off me, you little tubby!"

"No!"

"Your legs are short, and you’re heavy!"

"I am not heavy! I am voluptuous!"

"You’re a menace!"

"I’m a treasure!"

They bickered all the way to the barrier, but even as Yelena complained, her hands came up to hold Fauna’s legs, keeping her steady. She didn’t want her sister to fall.

They stepped through the barrier and the effect was immediate.

Cameras flashed. Reporters shouted. Social media exploded.

’BATTLE ANGELS SPOTTED!’

Read the headlines that appeared within seconds.

’SISTERLY LOVE ON DISPLAY! THE PEOPLE’S HEROES SHOW THEIR HUMAN SIDE!’

Photos of Yelena carrying Fauna piggyback spread across every platform—showing the stoic, proud warrior with her cheerful, cuddly sister clinging to her back.

It was adorable. It was heartwarming.

It was exactly what the world needed after hours of terror and uncertainty.

Within minutes, the trending topics shifted.

#BombCrisis and #SolariaUnderAttack dropped down the list, replaced by #BattleAngelSisters, #YelenaAndFauna, and #PiggybackOfPeace.

Hundreds of millions of likes, shares, and comments poured in.

People gushed over how cute they were, how wholesome, how it reminded them of their own families.

The world’s mood had shifted just like Nadia had predicted.

Nadia watched them go, a small smile tugging at her lips. Then the smile froze.

She was alone with Mika!

Fauna was gone. Yelena was gone. The barrier around them was still up, shielding them from prying eyes, but there was no one else here to distract him.

No one else to witness whatever he might do.

Her heart began to race.

’He’s going to take advantage of me.’ She thought. ’He’s definitely going to do something.’

She braced herself for his hands on her body, his lips on her skin, his whispered words that made her feel things she shouldn’t feel.

But Mika simply said, "Come along, Nadia." and stepped through the portal.

She stared at the empty space where he had been.

He...hadn’t done anything.

He hadn’t touched her. Hadn’t teased her. Hadn’t even looked at her in that way.

For some reason, she felt disappointed.

The realization hit her like a slap. She immediately raised her hand and slapped her own cheek—hard.

’What is wrong with you?’ She thought furiously. ’You should be relieved, not disappointed. You’re his mother. You shouldn’t want him to—’

She couldn’t even finish the thought. She shook her head, took a deep breath, and stepped through the portal.

—

The world on the other side was unsettling.

The sky was red—not the warm red of a sunset, but the deep, angry red of dried blood.

It hung overhead like a wound that refused to heal, casting everything in a sickly crimson glow.

The ground was dark, almost black, and the air smelled of iron and old ash.

A small settlement spread out before them—maybe a hundred buildings, hastily constructed, utilitarian.

Hills and forests surrounded it on all sides, making it feel like a hidden enclave carved out of the wilderness.

No roads led here. No paths. No signs of civilization.

This was the main base of the Eternal Queen’s cult.

And suprisingly there wasn’t a single person in the buildings.

But this wasn’t because they had ran away but because Yelena had already started rounding everyone up.

Swords, hundreds of them floated in the air. Each sword carried a person.

Men, women, some old, some young—all of them bound by invisible chains, all of them suspended helplessly in the air.

The swords descended in perfect synchronization, depositing their captives onto the blood-red ground in rows.

Over a thousand people knelt before them now.

Thousands of cult members, plucked from every corner of every realm, brought here by Yelena’s flying blades.

Some were defiant, glaring with hatred. Others were terrified, trembling, crying.

A few simply stared blankly ahead, their minds broken by the suddenness of their capture.

Portals continued to open in the air above, and more swords emerged, carrying more captives.

Officials. Dignitaries. People who had infiltrated the highest levels of human government, who had smiled at Nadia in meetings and shaken her hand while plotting her death.

Now they knelt in the dirt, waiting for judgment.

Mika watched the procession with dark amusement.

"You know." He said casually. "Yelena should start her own food delivery service. Imagine ordering a pizza and having one of her swords drop it at your door in two seconds flat."

"She’d put every courier company out of business!"

Nadia didn’t respond. Normally, she’d joke back in her dry voice saying that she herself can rule the ore industry with how easy she can bring out gold and crystals with her blessing.

But now, she wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

She was looking at the thousand people kneeling before them.

She knew what came next and she didn’t like it one bit.