"The great God tells us to be religious......" Ulysses read the hard-won heavy book in his hand very carefully, not letting go of a word.

"Brother. Julia leaned cautiously on Ulysses' side, her little floral dress swaying gently in the breeze, and her little face was full of happy smiles.

Ah, if only time could stop like this, this minute, this second. Yulia prayed sincerely, though she still didn't understand what the so-called all-knowing and all-powerful Supreme God was.

For her, the big dictionary-like book that her brother held in his hand was too difficult, and it was not a book for children.

The air was filled with the smell of summer, and the sound of cicadas could be heard from the nearby trees. These beings, who have slept in the darkness for too long, are singing loudly in the blazing sun when they have the only chance to spread their wings once in their lives.

"Ahh......h

"Squeak Squeak ......"

"Wow!" Ulysses' book turned a new page, a page painted with a beautiful angel. With only half a year's pocket money, he could buy such a book with intricate drawings, which even Ulysses himself found unbelievable.

The uncle of the caravan must have been of great help, and looking at the well-preserved and precious book in his hand, Ulysses reaffirmed it. Otherwise, with his meager pocket money, it would be absolutely impossible to buy such a book.

"Ah, what a beautiful angel, brother, what's her name?" Although she couldn't understand the esoteric prayers and dogmas, the beautiful paintings were a common language that transcended races and nations, and Yulia was fascinated by the beautiful angels in the paintings almost at first sight.

"The real name of the angel is not known to ordinary people, this one is ......" Ulysses carefully searched for the records related to this illustration, but unfortunately could not find a detailed record of this angel.

This angel, who was proved to have been summoned to this world by the "Divine Descent Technique", left only a code name, which is the name of a wildflower that is ubiquitous on the continent - "Dandelion".

No matter how difficult the conditions are, you can survive this tenacious flower, whether it is at the foot of a volcano, or on the seaside of a desert island, or even on the Gobi desert.

No one knows why the angel chose such an ordinary flower as "dandelion" as his code name. And I don't know if it's because of her, but near the church's cemetery, you can always find large dandelion flowers.

Simple, simple, beautiful, this is the dandelion that blooms next to the cross, silently accompanied by the white flowers of many heroes.

"Dandelion, is this it?" Yulia left Ulysses' side for a moment, and ran to the fence of the house, where a few white flowers were blooming with a fresh fragrance.

After carefully plucking two of them, Julia delivered them to Ulysses.

"Yes, this is the flower, the code name of the Great Angel. Ulysses took the flower from Yulia and placed it on the page of the book depicting angels, intending to use it as a bookmark for the time being.

"Brother, what does an angel look like, is it really as beautiful as in this painting?" Yulia cherished the dandelion in her hand, as if it were a small angel instead of a wildflower that could be seen everywhere.

"Angels are ......" Ulysses didn't know what to say, after all, it was already a legendary story, and in this world, there were no angels anymore.

Legend has it that it was a creature of light that was incomparably beautiful and sacred.

As long as you see her with your eyes, your mind will be calm, as long as you hear the sound of her footsteps with your ears, your body will be calm, and as long as you touch her light, your soul will rest in peace, which is the power of angels, the messenger of God and the darling of God, which is believed in by the Supreme Divine Cult.

The light she holds will bring happiness and dispel all darkness, blood, and restlessness. Of all the light, it was the warmest and softest.

That is the angel, that is the messenger of God, beautiful and innocent, powerful and warm...... Ulysses told Yulia.

In fact, there really aren't many records of angels in the Church, after all, they are not creatures that can come to this world casually. In the entire history of the church, there are only a handful of people who can use the ninth-level divine technique of "séance", and there are more records of failed summonings.

"It's so beautiful, just like Mom. Julia looked intently at the beautiful illustrations of the book in Ulysses' hand.

It was too difficult for her to understand what Ulysses was saying now. However, the paintings in the book that Ulysses was holding helped her to erect the image of the angel.

is as beautiful as her mother, and in Yulia's heart, this is the greatest compliment. Although her mother always wore a veil, she and Ulysses knew that she was the most beautiful under the veil, the most beautiful beauty in the entire village of Mira.

"Well, the same as Mom. For Ulysses, the closest thing he could find to the "angel" was his mother. Pretty and gentle, always giving off a warm light.

If mom had wings, it would be a real angel. Although Aunt Lana is also very beautiful, it doesn't seem to be an angel. If you want to compare it, it seems to be closer to the seductive witch.

"Ah, look, brother, the angel is flying!" Yulia stretched out her hand and watched in amazement as the dandelion in her palm flew into the air in the direction of the wind.

The small white flower seems to spread its wings and flutters in the clear sky of summer, looking like a little angel flying in its own sky.

At this time, Ulysses remembered. Dandelion is a flower that scatters its seeds with the wind. That beautiful flower is the continuation of the life of this flower. As long as there is wind, there will be a shadow of dandelions.

Walking around the world with the wind and seeing all kinds of scenery in this world, is this the wish of the person codenamed Dandelion?

"The Angel of the Wind - Raphael?" Ulysses murmured unconsciously, as if to recount the name of an old friend.

The white flowers fluttered, as if in response to Ulysses' voice, and disappeared into the sky with the wind in Yuria's cheerful eyes.

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