We suddenly received an anti-explosion barrel from Lumopolis, which is quite terrible. At first, everyone suspected that this was done by a hostile force that maliciously wanted to ruin our relationship with Lumopolis. We invited someone who can dispose of the anti-explosion barrel because the environmentalists would condemn us if we threw it out directly.
To some extent, we would have preferred if it was filled with explosives. Naturally, what I mean is that it's a terrible thing to stuff Ms. Uriel into an anti-explosion barrel and send it to us! Poor Ms. Uriel looked haggard when she climbed out of the barrel in a torn phoenix coat and with a metal ring. Even her eyes had lost their sparkle, and her entire being looked dejected!
We consoled her as we escorted her to her room and left some small gifts at her door to comfort her. Hopefully she won't feel too sad.
—Vice

Sorry, I didn't mean to do that... I accidentally burned the gift that was at the door. That was my fire... Please don't pay much attention to me next time. I hope I won't burn something next time.
Please don't be too worried about the anti-explosion barrel. It wasn't a prank, and I wasn't harmed either. That's just where I belong, and I entered it voluntarily... So, please help me tell everyone about this. Thank you...
I don't need any sympathy since I'm not sad about anything, so don't patronize me, either. I'm fine, please leave me alone...

I really do put my heart into maintaining the public order of Lumopolis... After all, I am one of the Four Angels of Lumopolis... Although my performance rating has always been quite low, like a Z or something, I have no plans to contest my rating... I don't really mind if that's what Carleen thinks... And I don't really feel like putting any energy into improving my relationship with my colleagues... It doesn't have anything to do with me... But our relationship shouldn't be that bad since we were comrades who fought the Eclipsites together...
Because of this, they sometimes call me to places with fire... I guess this counts as extra work since those things have nothing to do with me... But they always make me go since my Ring of Fire can absorb flames...
By the way... you don't have to worry about me because my body won't be burdened when I absorb flames. I have also defeated countless enemies with the flames I absorbed. That being said, even killing Eclipsites doesn't make me happy. At the end of the day, I drown in the pain of incorporeality every day... I guess I'm used to it...

On that day, just like my father said, a shadow obscuring the sky, filled with hostility and explosive energy, arrived, promising destruction to all under it. But why is it that I'm the only one who crawled out of a coffin... I'm the reason my mother became crazy. I'm the reason my father left his home. I'm the reason I ended up down a path leading to ruin... On that day, my father stuffed me into an anti-explosion barrel he made himself, and told me to wait there until everything ended. However, I was the only one who survived... The anti-explosion barrel my father made didn't work... The Ring of Fire my father made didn't work... How did I survive then? What kind of existence did I become?
I was like a walking corpse for the next few years after that. Every day, I thought about how meaningless it was for me to come to this world...

My mother believed the illusion that accompanied my birth—"Uriel will disappear in raging flames"—and became obsessed. She constantly searched for ways to prevent this from happening and even broke many taboos. In the end, she chose to burn to ashes. Even if that prediction was to be true, I wanted so dearly for her to not believe it. After my mother died, my father took me to a safe place without a second thought, and created the Phoenix Coat and the Ring of Fire for me so that we would meet again. However, he died anyway on the prophesized day...
When my last wish was destroyed, I no longer knew what I was living for. I chose to do the same thing as my mother—I walked into the flames with the Phoenix Coat in my arms... But things never turned out as planned... My Phoenix Coat burned in my place, forming a new exoskeleton and leading me down a new path... I also returned to the place I was forced to leave despite not wanting to leave.
Although I'm always alone, they always keep me company. Although they always keep me company, I always feel alone...
The look in your eyes makes me feel something... familiar... It feels like something I understood at the very end...