When Metatron came down to the world to see Nair again, Haniya felt his expression was a bit strange.

It's not surprising.

Haniya glanced at the child who was lying on his lap and was not convenient to move Nair away now. Metatron knew his hesitation and released a soundproof barrier, not disturbing the child's rest. "Haniya, I have checked it. Nair's growth is not a problem, it is a normal delay. This is caused by his inheritance of your bloodline-"

Metatron's expression tried to be gentle.

He didn't want to think about how His Highness Lucifer had sex with the demon!

Metatron remembered what happened in heaven and was full of fun. If he knew that Hania contained dark bloodline, he would never agree to Lucifer, so he gave birth to a mixed-race child, Naipanil.

At this point, Naipanil is his heart. Metatron has no room for regret at all. He can only cover up this matter in case Haniya's life experience is exposed, and Naipanil is also implicated. Metatron's good temper is also a little angry. Lucifer and Messiah joined forces to conceal this matter, obviously knowing that he would not accept the devil's bloodline.

Haniya felt a little curious and asked, "My bloodline?"

"It has something to do with the [mother] who gave birth to you."

Metatron has no hope for whether the demon is a man or a woman. Seeing Lucifer dizzy by the Messiah, half of them may be male. "Your bloodline is a typical immortal species, but you suppress this power very low, and Nair has exerted the characteristics of bloodline, so the growth rate is getting slower and slower. It may be like a normal little angel. It takes thousands of years to enter adulthood. You have to be prepared to raise Nair for a long time..."

After Metatron said this, stared at Haniya's surprised face and said, "If you don't want to take care of him for so long, I don't mind taking Nair back to heaven."

"No, you misunderstood! I don't want to!" Haniya quickly obtained custody of her son.

On his thighs, Naipanil hugged Haniya's waist and moved slightly, curled up into a ball, so cute. Haniya felt softened by the child's actions, and then expressed her own difficulties, "My hesitation is not that I don't want to take care of him, but that I am afraid that I will not live that day. A thousand years is too long for me."

Metatron said in surprise: "How come you can't live?"

Hania whispered: "My father has lived less than fifty years. Even if I have a special bloodline, I cannot live for a thousand years under the erosion of the power of faith."

In order to let Metatron understand the real situation, Haniya showed the light of faith that she had accumulated over the years and was not dissatisfied with talking about her death. "Metatron, I am not far from the critical value of my physical collapse."

The vast faith immediately revealed golden light to the skin.

Haniya is even more so with blonde hair. The light of faith makes the hair-like gold purer, and the color without impurities and shadows is extremely dazzling, just like long hair and sunlight turning into a waterfall. His fingers spread towards Metatron, and his delicately trimmed nails lost their blood color. Under the semi-permeable skin are crystal-like bone fingers, with crystal clear roots and beautiful like works of art.

“This was my father’s experience—”

"I'm very happy that I can get to this point and reconcile my faith to my body."

"Metatron, even if I am not here in the future, please do not take Nair away. The Holy See needs him, and the faith in the mortal world needs him. I will allow Nair to grow more in a limited time until he meets the identity of the little son, so that I can leave with peace of mind."

"Please leave this child to me."

The little son of the Church of Light bent down and gave Metatron a requesting ceremony with his inmovable body.

Metatron looked at the light of faith in his shock. At this level, not to mention that heaven is rare, he himself could not gather so many faiths. It was like gathering the power of faith in the mortal world to Hania alone!

The faith of thousands of creatures has pushed an ordinary person to the cloud!

Besides, Haniya is not an ordinary person!

If Haniya does not become a seraph, it can only be said that bloodline has implicated him. Metatron's slight disgust towards Haniya gradually disappeared. Haniya was able to bow to him with the overall situation in mind. How could he refuse the request of a little saint who sincerely sacrificed his life for faith and inheritance.

Haniah has no sin, but his blood is his sin, and he believes that the blood can be purified by God.

After a long silence, Metatron agreed to Haniya.

This promise finalized the future life course of Naipanil. He would bid farewell to heaven, leave the first life in the mortal world, and wait until the second life to enter heaven. Just like his father and his grandfather, he has become a tradition left over from generation to generation.

Two hundred years later, Naipanil barely grew up to be the size of a ten-year-old child, but his mind was no less intelligent than adults.

Even so, Naipanil was still heartbroken.

Today, after Hania tried to delegate power to him, Naipanil walked out of the main hall and wiped his moist eyes with his sleeves. He walked to the Lord Angel who was stationed in the Holy See with red eyes, and handed the letter to the other party skillfully, saying, "Asan, send this letter to Grandpa Messiah for me, tell him... Tell him my father, Hania... He is dying, let grandpa deliver it..."

At the end of the words, Naipanil held back his sobs and his voice returned to a tender calmness.

The Lord Angel Asan was shocked and ran towards heaven with the letter. He could not believe that if he was one step late, would His Highness Haniya not be able to see His Highness Messiah!

Looking at Asan's departure, Naipanil's fist clenched tightly, and there seemed to be explosive power hidden in his small body. He knew that his grandfather could not save his father because his father wanted to go to heaven and become an angel to reunite with his grandfather, but he also knew that his father suppressed this desire for him and could only be relieved after two hundred years.

Naipanil wanted his father to survive, but he didn't dare to speak out.

He was afraid that his weakness made his father even more painful and made his grandfather in heaven even more difficult!

Unexpectedly, Naipanil walked to the corner of the garden where he often stayed alone. The shade and bushes blocked his figure. Naipanil sat down with his knees, his white robe rubbed against the grass, and he buried his face in his legs, preventing his tears from being exposed to the eyes of the believers of the Holy See.

Sister Belia said she couldn’t cry, no matter how painful it hurts, she couldn’t cry, she was a coward if she cried...

But Nair really couldn't help it.

After Hania was unconscious in bed, countless responsibilities came to her face. Naipanir was almost suffocated in tears. He could not imagine that he had lost his blessing and was about to face the visits of countless believers and creatures from other races.

"What are you crying?"

The crisp sound of the oriole sounded, which shocked Napponil to the point of trembling. He raised his head in a mess and his eyelids were slightly swollen. He saw a girl appearing on the wall in the corner of the garden, with her fingers slid on the flower vines on the wall, and gently kicked her legs and sat on the wall, like a little princess suddenly coming from the garden, so exquisite that she couldn't describe other adjectives.

Tears blurred his eyes, Naipanir murmured: "Sister Belia..."

The little princess pouted, her white and tender little feet swayed in the air, swaying the curve of her skirt, "My name is not Belia, nor is it your sister. You obviously look bigger than me."

The tears that Naipanil had in his eyes dripped, and a trace of water slipped out on his cheek. The world in his eyes became clear, and Jintong realized the essence. The other party was not the sister Belia he knew when he was a child.

"Who are you, why are you here?" Naipanil looked up at him and saw clearly the appearance of the little princess. Although she was equally outstanding, she lacked the kind of proud expression that stood in front of him, even if she played a simple game, it seemed as if I would definitely crush you.

"I am Amora." The little princess raised her head, as if she was confident about her identity.

"Amora...is the one from the Elf?" Naipanil's brain turned and he tried to guess an answer.

Atladius protected his daughter as an eyeball, and even his name did not spread. When Naipanil saw the little princess' pointed ears, he immediately corresponded her to Atladius's image, and it was indeed the same as the same. Before Naipanil asked her why she appeared here, Amora took the lead in wondering: "Why are you crying?"

Naipanil puffed his mouth and was poked into a sad thing, "I don't want to cry, but I'm feeling uncomfortable."

Amora's expression was a little confused, "My father told me that tears are the worst thing in the world. If they shed, they would not care about themselves and would be hated by the Tree of Life, so I never shed tears."

"Don't cry, the Tree of Life will hate you!" Amora rarely talks to children of the same age. She is not very smart, but she is better because of her sincere expression. Her movements when she speaks are a little larger, and her green skirt is like leaves blown by the wind, innocent and beautiful. Then, she obediently jumped down from the wall, trying to get close to the crying blonde little brother, "Get out of the way, I'll jump down!"

Under the hem of the skirt, his round butt was exposed.

Naipanil was stunned.

Ahhh, why doesn’t Atladith wear pants for her daughter!

"Oh!" Amoramo's light figure did not last for a moment. After jumping down and not seeing the ground clearly, he instantly tripped by a stone in the grass and fell a dog to eat shit.

"Wow, ahhh--" The little princess fell on the grass and cried loudly on the grass.
Chapter completed!