Twelve? Membrane Ball Descends

Stating her needs outright was best. If this young girl had said she had taken a liking to their Father God, or that she wanted to help a group of children protect their father for the sake of conscience, morality, ideals, and justice...

They would definitely have suspected her of being an undercover agent trying to infiltrate them and plot against the Light Dust Source Soup!

"Not necessarily. When she possessed the strength to charge in alone and seize Twelve, yet did not do so, the credibility of her words naturally rose to over 99%."

After joining the Protector Father Family, the Cosmic Lord who looked like a young girl stroked her long white hair, pure as fresh snow, then touched her blood-red eyes with her fingertip. A shy smile unique to a young girl appeared on her face.

"No, you poked your own eyes directly with your hand?"

"I heard that Father God greatly loved this form I took. What do you think? With the help I gave this time, plus this appearance he loves most, do I have any hope of becoming your Mother God?"

"So she was transformed from another species."

"...That jellyfish from before?"

Her smile bloomed like a flower. "Your Father God cannot refuse me, can he?"

The people before her: "..."

Some of the older veterans, such as apostles or children who had truly seen and understood you before, wore strange expressions. They felt it was not impossible.

Some women merely sneered. None of them had even gained the title yet—how could this scallion that had come from who knew where possibly succeed?

The white-haired, red-eyed girl seemed able to read minds. She swept her gaze over them with a half-smile. "After all, I'm not like certain people. I wasn't born from the Light