Three years later, Metatron gradually went from being steadily to relax, and finally gave up.

When Lucifer heard that the little angel was raised by the Wisdom Archangel for three years, he returned to the Angel Academy's information, he couldn't help but be amazed by Lucifer's speculation. He had lived in heaven for too long and had forgotten some things about Metatron. Only Lucifer, who is familiar with Metatron, can guarantee that this Wisdom Archangel cannot hesitate for too long.

No child is better than a child who inherits his own bloodline. This is Lucifer's confidence.

That's what Haniya is.

Lucifer put his heart in mind and could guess how high Metatron's expectations for his offspring were.

Sitting in the administrative palace of Seraph, Lucifer did not need the Messiah to come to him, so he knew everything earlier than the Messiah. Beizeb stood in front of Lucifer, lowering his head and talking in detail about the past three years. "At the beginning, His Highness Metatron changed his attitude and treated Amos gently. Amos was also very attached to His Highness. Until the next year, Amos's academic progress was not much. Even if Metatron wanted him to go to Angel Academy and come back to tutor while attending classes, Amos was unwilling to go."

Lucifer raised his lips in his seat. There are thousands of little angels in heaven. How many people can really attract Seraph? After all, Metatron thought too simply before, thinking that adopting a child would satisfy himself.

Beizeb's expression was slightly relieved when he thought of the third year, "Your Highness gave Amos three years of opportunity, but Amos didn't know how to cherish it, and he was still like a naughty boy. Now Amos returned to Angel Academy and should be assigned to a slightly better Angel level after graduation."

Lucifer said, "The matter of Amos is over. You tell Meta's angel servants who are not mentioned again."

The so-called [Young Master] ended here.

Bezebuli, "Of course, Amos is just an ordinary little angel."

This incident is circulating within Seraph, but his companions will not destroy Metatron's platform. Besieb saw Dongche's calmness in Lucifer's eyes, and suddenly had a premonition, "Your Highness, why did His Highness Metatron suddenly adopt this child? I don't believe it is as simple as it seems."

"You can ask Meta again in half a month." Lucifer's jaw microtacle was reserved and elegant. "Don't embarrass Meta, Bezebu, if you go back to do your own thing, I will pretend that I don't know about this."

Beizeb followed His Highness's order and said, "Yes."

Behind him, a voice was like mist blown by the wind, drilling into his ears, "Michael will come out in a month."

Beizeb paused, realizing that his actions were wrong, and then he thought that it was Lucifer who said this, and he quickly fled from the palace of Seraph's head.

A few days later, Metatron came to find Lucifer.

Without having to speak, Lucifer put down his official duties and asked his servants to close the door of the hall. He and Metatron went to the back garden to discuss things in detail. The fragrance of flowers could not make Metatron feel better. He sat in his usual seat, his green eyes seemed to have a soft sunshine, and the most common blond hair of the angel was scattered on his white and elegant robe, which seemed to be stained with a gentle atmosphere.

After spending time with the Messiah, Lucifer admires an angel like Metatron. Meta's personality is not simple, but his pure faith makes him like a handful of snow, unable to withstand a little filth.

Metatron's eyebrows were a little more melancholy, "Your Highness, I have been thinking about it. If I want to give birth to that child, I will definitely inform my God in advance. If God does not allow me and Haniah to have descendants, please forgive me for not being able to agree to this."

Lucifer said calmly: "Then this matter will never succeed."

Metatron was stunned.

"If you ask in advance, God will definitely not agree, because it is you who pays the price." Lucifer did not deceive his companions and analyzed another result for him. "If you confess this step after giving birth to this child, God will only feel sorry for your efforts and will not blame you for your silence. These two methods are not deception or concealment, but a trade-off choice."

Metatron: “…”

His hands were hesitantly putting them on his abdomen, thinking about the impact and differences between these two results.

After three years of expectation and disappointment, Metatron has no hope. The little angel's character is a problem. The ordinary birth of the little angel stopped at a certain level, and he is no longer able to push forward.

Lucifer seemed to understand his thoughts, and his lips curled up, "Don't worry, your children with Haniya cannot be inferior to those of the wise angel. My God will not let a seraphic child be destroyed in heaven."

This sentence made Metatron determined.

"Okay, Your Highness."

"Meta, you should first cultivate your body. In three days, we will go to the mortal world."

Lucifer's implicit jokes made Metatron take off his face awkwardly and cultivate his body, and so on. He was not asking him to prepare medicine to let his body enter a state suitable for conception.

All these agreements and private talks are not known to the outside world. Even Metatron's adjutant Bethibu was not clear about the specific matters. He only knew that His Highness had taken a day off and went out to visit His Highness Lucifer. Bethibu was a little envious of his two highnesses' travel, but the dark official duties were oppressed by him, so he could only sigh and continue his own affairs, and he hated the countdown on Michael's time to leave prison. At that time, it would be more than the one who suffered, a seraph.

Without great fanfare, the two angels and Sons of Heaven, who were the highest ranks in heaven, came outside the Holy Church, and the only person who knew was Haniya. Haniya used the power he had conquered for these three years to avoid Alai and Uncle Yarman, and other believers also knew nothing. He thought that His Highness Haniya wanted to go out and play, and hoped that they would help cover up their whereabouts.

Hania went out in the morning and dragged it to the afternoon. When she returned to the Holy See, her face turned much pale.

He lost a lot of blood.

But there was a weak excitement on his face and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

His father's magic allowed him to witness miracles. It turned out that the realm of creation was not only God can do it, but also Father can do it! His Highness Metatron and His Highness Lucifer were both there. After he gave his blood, he saw with his own eyes that part of himself entered His Highness Metatron's body through the magic circle. Suddenly, he had a strange connection with His Highness Metatron.

The gentle Angel of Wisdom was covered in sweat, his frown loosened his eyebrows, and his emerald green eyes quietly stared at him, and the initial sense of strangeness disappeared. Haniya knew that from now on, he would have a descendant with His Highness Metatron, and perhaps no one else would know about this.

After finishing his memories of the morning, Hania turned her pace toward the bedroom and ran to the place with the richest collection of books in the Holy See.

He wants to give the child a name!

This name will not be what his mother gave him. He wants to give his children the best name in the world!

Hania, who went to do this, was like Lucifer who learned the good news back then. The abbreviation of stupid dad syndrome appeared. Hania even found a collection of names with the handwriting of her father in the library, and couldn't help laughing.

His father loves him so much that he will love his future children like his own father.

Not long after, the senior officials of the Holy Seek Knowledge quietly. His Highness, the little Son, had been too energetic for several days, and he fell into many books to read without any trouble, as if he was intoxicated. Yarman himself was a ignorant type, but he hoped that Haniya could read a lot of books like the Messiah. With a wave of his hand, he prevented other believers from visiting Haniya.

Alai felt something was wrong, avoided Yarman's block and walked into the storage room full of books on the wooden floor.

This storage room, which gradually expanded over time, can be called a mortal library. You can vaguely see many pictures and books collected by the Messiah for the education of her children. Alai looked at it and showed nostalgia. Although the Messiah left, the things he left were always treasured by the Holy See. Those who are familiar with the Messiah will be motivated by this warmth.

The only thing that makes the believers resentful is that the little saint's mother is unknown and bears the titles of "adopted son" and "illegitimate son" for no reason. Alai is still a little confused now, and it is hard to tell whether Hania is the son of the Messiah or Lucifer's son.

I have to say that Haniya is getting better and better as she grows.

"Haniya, what book are you reading?" Alai stood on tiptoe and stepped across the messy ground. Haniya, whom he saw in front of him, was sitting in a corner of some pile of books, his head full of blonde hair as the most radiant light in the room.

"My father drew it for me..."

Haniya raised her head and stroked the album with her hands, and her dark blue eyes flashed with tears.

Alai felt soft and thought he was immersed in the past.

Haniya said with a pout, "Why did my father draw such content?" He turned the album in a direction to Alai, and there was a blonde child in women's clothing learning to walk on the street stall. He accidentally fell to the ground and chewed the hair on the blanket.

Alai stubbornly laughed: "..."

The Messiah's evil tastes are never revealed regardless of age.

Hania leaned against the wall of books, supported her right leg and held several albums in both hands. In this bright storage room, she looked like a beauty in a painting, and the smile on her face was so beautiful, like an angel of the world, exuding a sense of happiness.

With more childhood albums shared, Alai laughed out loud, and the elf-like voice echoed in the room. He watched Haniya grow up to today, and the children in the album seemed to be yesterday.

Haniya, you have a happy life.
Chapter completed!