For a Six-winged Main Angel suspected of being a Legend to request a Divine Artifact from his father and descend to chop him, such an honor could only befit a Hell Lord.
But even thinking with his tail, Noah knew that devil couldn't possibly be a Hell Lord. Never mind how much suppression a legendary creature from lower planes would face entering the Material Realm, if that were the case, that being wouldn't need to sneak around in the shadows.
"No need to bother with this matter."
Not yet realizing the storm he had stirred up, Noah flicked his tail, grabbed a few Tifflins, and went straight home.
"Tsk tsk tsk, where did you find such oddities?"
Even the well-versed Legendary Mage Selena couldn't help but marvel at the few Tifflins Noah had brought back.
The number of Tifflins, contaminated by the Purgatory aura and possessing devilish traits, is actually considerable worldwide, roughly adding up to hundreds of thousands dispersed here and there.