Having found his direction, he did not stay long.
Ventair walked steadily west, his eyes scanning the magnificent landscape of the vast plain. His steps were not as fast as he wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
The wind blew gently, carrying the scent of strange grass and trees and a hint of earth.
He felt the vitality of a new world, a world much purer and more pristine than the Earth he knew.
He guessed that this might be a world still in the Middle Ages.
All around him was currently grass and a few ancient trees.
He saw nothing special compared to Earth, perhaps he would have to go further to see some new things.
Along the way, Ventair began to notice strange creatures and plants, unlike anything he had ever seen. He stopped in front of a cluster of creatures that at first glance he thought were trees, but they were not.
They were "soft vertical strips" growing from the ground, suspended in the air like glowing ribbons.
Each strip had a different color – cool green, warm pale yellow, mysterious purple – and each color emitted a bioluminescence that matched the surrounding environment, creating a magical scene.
The light from them was weak but continuous, like little souls dancing in the wind.
Walking a little further, he came across another type of "tree", about 3-6 meters tall, with a twisted trunk like a giant DNA chain, semi-transparent.
They emitted a dim light, sometimes pure silver white, sometimes a hazy pale blue, and sometimes a mysterious misty purple.
When the wind blew through, these tree trunks emitted a soft hum, like a meditative music created from the air itself.
Ventair curiously reached out to lightly touch a tree trunk, feeling a gentle vibration and the music became clearer, melodious and captivating.
He smiled with delight. "It's amazing," he whispered, his eyes shining with delight.
He stayed there for a while, playing with the musical "trees", listening to the natural melodies of this tree.
Sitting and listening to such music, at that moment, he felt a rare peace, forgetting all his worries and current responsibilities.
After a while, he started his journey again.
Time passed without stopping. As the sun began to set in the west, dyeing the horizon red, Ventair realized he needed to find shelter for the night.
He walked a little faster, his eyes scanning the area for a safe place.
As the sun began to set, leaving the last streaks of orange and purple in the sky, Ventair saw in the distance, something huge rising from the ground, casting a towering black shadow against the sunset.
He immediately walked faster, his steps more decisive. As he got closer, he was amazed to realize that it was a giant tree.
It was about 12 meters tall, but its base swelled 10 times larger than the trunk, forming a hemispherical cave about 6-8 meters in diameter, up to 4 meters high.
The space inside was spacious enough for about six adults to stay comfortably. There were also small openings around the inside of the cave, just enough for ventilation and a view outside.
"Wonderful!" Ventair exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. A perfect shelter. He decided to stay here tonight.
Then he circled around the giant tree to explore further.
About 50 meters to the north, he found a small stream, clear water flowing, reflecting the dim light of the sunset. The stream brought a sense of coolness and life to the area.
Nearby, he saw red-orange roots twisted together, protruding from the ground.
Their surface was rough like burnt bark, but when he curiously touched them, they emitted a gentle, pleasant warmth.
Each cluster was about 1 meter long, and could be broken into pieces like dry twigs. "Here!" Ventair exclaimed in his mind.
"This is the right thing to make a fire to warm up tonight!"
He bent down, intending to collect the roots to prepare for the evening. However, at that moment, a small commotion erupted in his soul space.
"God! What are you doing?!" Seraphiel's voice echoed in Ventair's mind, filled with panic and shock. She wanted to rush out immediately to stop him.
Belloniel, with a strong and powerful voice, also spoke up with a pleading tone:
"You are God! You shouldn't do such things yourself. Let us take care of it."
In his soul, Abyzaria said:
"My Lord, this is a degradation of your standing before all creation. Let us, your humble servants, fulfill our rightful roles!"
Mechaniel, though not raising her voice, spoke with a steady, clear tone:
"This manual labor is suboptimal for a Heaven Lord-tier being. You should focus on conserving energy and maintaining a state of safety. We can perform these tasks much more efficiently."
Ventair lifted his head, sighing softly.
He glanced at the dry roots in his hands, then flicked his eyes towards his mental space—where the four angels were in an uproar.
They—the beings he had created himself, proud and pure—could not bear the sight of him stooping to gather firewood. Though a small act, to them, it was a sacrilege to the Heaven Lord's dignity.
"All right, all right."
He chuckled softly, a mix of helplessness and tenderness in his voice. "I understand. You may emerge."
Immediately, four dazzling streaks of light flared around him.
The blinding aura then softened, revealing the forms of Seraphiel, Abyzaria, Mechaniel, and Belloniel.
Seraphiel gracefully stepped forward, her slender hands beginning to pick up each root with practiced ease.
Her face was serene, but her eyes gleamed with absolute focus. Beside her, Mechaniel knelt, her strong yet skillful hands working with the precision of a warrior who had lived many years on harsh battlefields.
She used her spiritual energy to remove residual dirt, making each dry root perfectly clean and ready for use.
Meanwhile, Abyzaria and Belloniel stood tall, their sharp gazes sweeping the surrounding area.
"My Lord," Abyzaria spoke, her voice cold and confident.
"This plain shows signs of living creatures. We will hunt for something edible."
Belloniel nodded:
"Dusk is when creatures are most active. "
Ventair frowned slightly, a wave of worry rising in his heart. He looked at them—the first angels he had created, not just tools for battle, but... all that he had.
"Is that alright?" He took a step forward. "What if you encounter danger? This is a completely unfamiliar place..."
The worry in his voice quieted the air for a moment. Something so human, so real, transmitted directly into the souls of the divine beings.
Abyzaria paused.
A faint smile—rare and almost imperceptible—briefly appeared on her lips. Belloniel raised her head to look at her master, her gaze softening.
"Thank you for your concern, My Lord,"
Abyzaria responded, for the first time without a completely cold tone.
"We will not leave the safe perimeter. We will always remain within control."
"If there are any abnormal signs," Belloniel added, "I will retreat immediately. No unnecessary risks."
This was the first time they had so clearly felt Ventair's genuine concern.
"Thank you for your worry, My Lord,"
Abyzaria responded, her voice softening slightly.
"But we will not venture too far from this area. We will only hunt nearby, within a safe range that we can control. And if anything unusual or dangerous occurs, we will immediately retreat and return at once, taking no risks."
Belloniel also nodded, her eyes reassuring. "Rest assured, My Lord. Our capabilities are sufficient to protect ourselves in this environment."
Hearing their assurances, Ventair reluctantly agreed. He knew they were powerful warriors, and he needed to trust their abilities.
"Then be careful," he reminded them one last time, his gaze still following them.
Afterward, Abyzaria and Nocturne nodded once more, then quickly vanished into the deepening twilight covering the plain, moving swiftly and almost silently, leaving only a gentle breeze in their wake.
Meanwhile, Seraphiel and Mechaniel had finished gathering a pile of reddish-orange roots, the dry branch-like roots neatly stacked in their hands.
They brought them close to Ventair, their faces still wearing expressions of joy and devotion.
"We have collected enough, My Lord," Seraphiel said, placing the pile of roots on the ground.
The three of them then turned together and walked back to the cave beneath the giant tree. The space inside was cool and dry.
Seraphiel and Mechaniel skillfully arranged the dry, firewood-like roots into a small circle in the center of the cave, forming a simple campfire.
Then, Seraphiel extended her hand, focusing her light energy.
A golden beam erupted from her fingertip, touched the pile of roots, and immediately, a warm flame began to blaze, illuminating the entire cave. The fire danced, chasing away the darkness and bringing warmth.
Just then, as if signaled by the light, Abyzaria and Nocturne returned. They came back faster than Ventair had expected, and each held several strange creatures in their hands.
"My Lord," Abyzaria said, a touch of pride in her voice as she set them down.
"We found these five creatures about 300 meters to the south. They have long bodies, similar in size to small jungle fowl, but no legs."
Belloniel added, pointing to their fur.
"Their fur is a pale blue, quite soft."
Seraphiel and Mechaniel immediately took the five creatures and carried them to the small stream nearby.
Ventair watched curiously. When they reached the stream bank, the two light angels did not use any knives or sharp objects.
With a decisive movement of their hands, Seraphiel and Solara used their energy knives (created by Mechaniel) to neatly cut off the pale blue fur, leaving not a single stray hair on the ground.
Then, they dipped the creatures into the stream, meticulously washing away all dirt and blood, leaving no trace in the water.
Ventair stood watching, utterly stunned. "Unbelievable!" he thought to himself.
"They can cut fur with energy knives and clean everything so perfectly?"
He realized the subtlety and power in their use of energy, something he had never witnessed before, as well as the angels' mastery in cooking and preparation.
After cleaning, Seraphiel and Solara took the long roots they had gathered and skillfully skewered the chicken-like creatures through their bodies.
They then propped the skewers around the fire, allowing them to roast slowly in the warm glow, with the fat sizzling and a delicious aroma beginning to spread.
Ventair sat down by the fire, feeling the pleasant warmth. He looked around and saw the angels still standing upright, their eyes fixed on the fire and the roasting animals.
"You all, please sit down," Ventair said, his voice gentle.
"Don't stand like that."
Seraphiel bowed her head, her eyes soft but solemn.
"My Heaven Lord, we dare not. To stand before you is a sacred reverence that we must fully uphold."
Abyzaria crossed her arms, her sword-sharp eyes glancing at the fire, then directly at Ventair.
"You are the Creator. Every action, every gesture of yours is sacred. We, your servants, cannot allow ourselves to be disrespectful, even in our posture."
The other two angels also nodded in agreement. Ventair felt their absolute loyalty and zealotry were perhaps a bit excessive now.
Ventair sighed, a helpless but also doting sigh.
He understood their loyalty and reverence, but he didn't want them to stand forever.
"I command you," Ventair said, his voice becoming more stern, "Sit down! I do not wish for you to stand while I rest. That is my order." He looked directly at each of them, his gaze allowing no dissent.
The four angels exchanged glances, a flicker of confusion crossing their faces. But the Heaven Lord's command was absolute.
Finally, they all bowed slightly in unison, then slowly sat down on the ground around the fire, forming a circle around Ventair. Seraphiel and Mechaniel sat opposite him, while Abyzaria and Belloniel sat on either side.
Ventair nodded with satisfaction.
He felt more comfortable with them seated. He didn't like the feeling of acting like a "master" and making them stand in attendance.
The warmth of the fire and the presence of the angels made him feel safer and more at peace than ever before.
They waited in silence, the crackling fire and the rich aroma of roasted meat gradually filling the air.
When he saw the creatures turn a golden brown, their skin crispy and fat sizzling, Ventair knew they were cooked.
He reached out, took the skewer closest to him, and prepared to eat.
But immediately, he looked up and saw all four angels extending the remaining skewers towards him, their eyes full of anticipation.
Ventair felt speechless. He looked at each of them, then let out a helpless sigh.
"Why aren't you eating them yourselves and instead giving them to me?" he asked, his voice filled with bewilderment.
"Are you not hungry?"
Seraphiel smiled gently, her eyes twinkling like stars.
"My Lord, we do not require food or drink in the manner of living creatures. We only need to absorb the surrounding energies such as wind, air, light, or even darkness, to sustain our existence. Food and drink are not essential needs for angels."
Ventair was a little surprised.
He thought back to how they had maintained energy to create the shield for him. "How convenient!" he thought to himself.
This meant he didn't need to worry about finding food for them.
He turned to Abyzaria and Belloniel, asking:
"Then why did you catch so many? Five creatures."
Abyzaria hesitated for a moment, her red and black eyes subtly lowering, as if slightly embarrassed.
"Because... we thought, since My Lord is at the Evolved (Evolved Being) rank... you would need to eat more than usual to supplement enough energy for your body." She paused, then her voice grew softer, like a confession.
"And... we wanted My Lord to be able to eat as much as possible."
Belloniel nodded in agreement, her eyes also containing deep concern.
Hearing this, Ventair knew that they all cared for and worried about him, not just simple obedience but genuine affection.
A feeling of happiness and warmth spread through his heart, stronger than any hunger. He looked at their beautiful and devoted faces, and smiled brightly.
"Thank you all very much,"
Ventair said, his voice sincere and full of emotion. He also looked at Seraphiel and Mechaniel, who had prepared the food for him.
"Thank you, Seraphiel, Mechaniel, for working hard to prepare this meal for me." Then he turned to Abyzaria and Nocturne.
"And thank you, Abyzaria, Belloniel, for worrying and hunting these creatures for me. I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness."
He then began to eat, savoring the unfamiliar taste of the creature from this new world, feeling energy gradually replenish in his body.
The angels sat watching him eat, their eyes full of satisfaction and happiness.
After Ventair finished eating, the angels immediately stood up to clean.
Seraphiel and Mechaniel quickly collected the bones and burnt root fragments, while Abyzaria and Belloniel used their energy to clean the fire pit. Ventair intended to stand up to help them, but immediately, Seraphiel and Abyzaria simultaneously reached out to stop him.
"You do not need to do such trivial tasks, My Lord," Seraphiel said, her voice gentle but firm.
Abyzaria nodded. "Let us fulfill our duties, Heaven Lord."
Ventair could only sit back, helplessly watching them clean everything quickly and neatly, leaving no trace.
He felt that such care and treatment were not bad, and since it would happen many more times in the future, he had to get used to it now.
By this time, night had fully fallen. Darkness enveloped the plain, with only the small fire in the tree cave as the sole source of light.
Ventair walked to an empty spot in the cave, where there was a flatter surface, and wished to sleep. He felt a sense of fatigue after a long day full of events.
As soon as he lay down, Seraphiel and Mechaniel immediately approached, gently lying down on either side of him.
Each embraced one of his arms, their energy bodies radiating a pleasant warmth.
"Allow us to warm you, My Heaven Lord,"
Seraphiel said, her voice as gentle as a lullaby.
Mechaniel subtly nodded, her face pressed against Ventair's arm, providing a soft and secure feeling, even though she looked like a robot.
Ventair sighed softly, helpless, yet deep inside he felt an indescribable happiness and warmth. To be embraced and warmed by two such beautiful and pure women was something he had never dared to dream of.
He knew they did it out of devotion and love, but he still felt a little shy and delighted.
He looked over at Abyzaria and Belloniel, who still stood upright, their keen eyes sweeping the cave entrance, vigilant for anything around them.
As if sensing Ventair's gaze.
"We do not need to sleep, My Lord," Abyzaria said, her voice firm.
"We will stand guard for you. The night is the most suitable environment for Fallen Angels like us, helping us maximize our observation and protective abilities."
Belloniel merely nodded slightly, her figure like a formidable bodyguard standing at the cave mouth, allowing no one to disturb his sleep.
Ventair could only let them be.
He knew they wouldn't rest until he was safe. He looked at his angels, these wonderful creations who had become his family, those he could trust absolutely.
A profound sense of peace enveloped him.
"Good night, my angels,"
Ventair whispered softly, his voice full of love and gratitude. He closed his eyes, sinking into a deep, peaceful sleep, cradled in the arms of Seraphiel and Mechaniel, protected by the vigilance of Abyzaria and Belloniel, beneath the cavernous canopy of the giant tree on this distant planet.