On the flat grass, Angel Boda, a half-giant man nearly three meters tall, looked at the uninvited guest warily, but his tense body gradually relaxed after the initial alertness.
When faced with an existence that is too high for oneself, some behaviors will only appear ridiculous.
And for some special reason, she believed that the King of Angels opposite would not hurt her.
In other words, he didn't bother to hurt himself... Angelboda bowed his huge body respectfully, but the height of his head was still a bit higher than Amon.
"Your Highness Amon."
Amon, who was soaked all over, ignored the respect of this female woman. He just picked up the heavy robe soaked by water and looked at the surrounding environment with interest. Finally, he raised his eyebrows and looked at it with interest.
Looking towards the field that had obviously just been planted, as she turned her wrist, her robe instantly returned to dryness, and water and salt grains were poured into the ridges of the field where green seedlings had just emerged.
"Your Highness Amon."
Angelboda stood up straight again and looked down. He shouted again in an aggravated voice. The skin around the one-eyed boy tightened significantly.
"Didn't the old guy give you a hand to submit and shut up?"
Amon patted his robe nonchalantly and walked past Angrboda who was standing in front of her, walking toward the wooden house that looked like it had been repaired.
"The Lord has only taught me such beautiful qualities as unyielding, resistance, kindness, and bravery." The linen clothes on my body were blown up by the breeze, and the thick braid swayed, and the "Secret" Holy Emblem pinned to Angel Boda's chest suddenly
Waves of soft shimmering light emitted.
Pushing up the monocle on his right eye socket, Amon only glanced at the holy symbol, and then didn't look at it again.
"Oh, what a wonderful act of kindness."
The smile that never seemed to calm down at the corner of her mouth became deeper and deeper, and the crystal-polished monocle reflected the sunlight, blocking the emotions hidden behind it.
"So did any of this help you?"
"In other words, why these beautiful qualities that the old man asked you to remember did not help you avoid wandering for more than a thousand years."
Amon seems to be interested enough in forcing others to recognize the reality and admit their own shortcomings. He presses the silent Angelboda step by step, hoping that the other party can express opinions that are in line with his expectations, or contradict that cheap elder.
the opinion of.
"What about you, His Highness Amon, the great God of Mischief? You have not adhered to these qualities that you despise. Why are you still unable to avoid wandering for more than two thousand years?"
"My wandering is due to the decline of the species. It is due to the fact that I am far from reaching the height that my master...or my adoptive father has reached. The strength I have can only barely protect what I cherish.
, in that small world, there are only those beautiful memories that exist in my memory."
"I still abide by my adoptive father's teachings. Apart from the fact that my urgent wish to see her again has not come true, I have no dissatisfaction."
Listening to Angerboda's thick, not-so-feminine voice, Amon surprisingly didn't give her the name of despair with a smile just because someone dared to openly expose his pain points, or to say, his less glorious points.
of gifts.
If the Red Angel who had watched her grow up was here, if her former colleagues, or the "thieves" whom she had devoured as nutrients, were here, they would probably show varying degrees of fear.
This time angel actually nodded silently, in a sense acknowledging the other party's tactful offense.
"Interesting." Amon adjusted the monocle on his right eye, and then the deep smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a frivolous one and became even brighter.
"But I'm more inclined to think that I just subconsciously chose a lifestyle that I like best."
She turned her wrist, and the coconut that Angerboda had just picked from the nearby seaside in the morning appeared out of thin air in her hand. The invisible force stole part of the hard shell of the coconut, and a straw appeared from there and inserted it.
Enter the empty part of the shell.
The black-haired young man took a deep breath and then lay down on the beach chair that also appeared out of thin air.
"No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a giant." Amon glanced at the "Secret" Holy Emblem still shining dimly on Angelboda's chest, and said lazily, "But you
It's not like an elf. Although you are looked down upon by the old guy, you have not inherited the qualities of an elf at all. Instead, you have contracted the useless mental mysophobia of extremely high moral standards."
Amon clicked his tongue, shook his head, smiled and sighed:
"Obviously the old guy himself is not like this, who did you learn this from?"
"The Lord is just..." Angelboda subconsciously covered the holy emblem on her chest and wanted to defend herself.
"Heh, do you want to say that you know her better than I do?" Amon raised the corners of his mouth slightly and raised his eyebrows in the direction where Angelboda was standing, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.
"Actually, this is not the first time she has made these meaningless islands."
After a brief silence, Amon raised his neck slightly, drank only a few sips of the coconut, and threw it somewhere unknown.
She stretched out the five fingers of her right hand, as if she was about to steal something.
"Actually, I have never understood why she spends her energy on such meaningless things. Sometimes I really feel that she is not as good as Ourolius. After all, being in a daze is really a good thing for the big snake of the 'Destiny' path.
For recreation, maybe when she is in a daze, it will be better for her to see the future direction."
Well... Amon pretended to be thinking, nodded seriously, and said to himself:
"Perhaps I can try to parasitize an angel of the 'destiny' path next time."
As she spoke, the monocle in the orbit of her right eye flashed with a strange glimmer, and her right hand, which sometimes relaxed and sometimes clenched, stretched forward in a final attempt to steal.
The strong gravity pressed on her thin wrist, and the five fingers with clear joints struggled to rotate and move slowly, trying to pull the object hidden in the air backward.
Suddenly, the "Secret" Holy Emblem on Angerboda's chest flickered, and the "weight" that Amon struggled to steal suddenly disappeared, almost causing the son of the Creator, who was always at ease, to fall to the lawn.
Stealing the influence of gravity on him in time, Amon regained his balance without any sway, looked at Angelboda aside, and after a brief moment of depression, he sneered for no reason.
"What...were you stealing just now?"
Not caring about trying to figure out the will of the King of Angels in front of her, Angelboda showed a little panic, and the one-eyed boy twitched obviously.
On the flat lawn, Amon still had his iconic smile on his lips, but his eyes looking into the distance were slightly confused, and even his monocle was dimmed.