"Um, could you put me down first?"
Listening to the Archangel reveal Maria's secrets was quite interesting, but this position was simply too humiliating, and it went against his Character Persona. Little Medanzo offered a suggestion.
"This place is covered in thorns. If I put you down, you'll die." The Archangel said calmly, "Children shouldn't crawl on the ground and end up covered in wounds."
"Fucking hell..."
The Archangel shook his head, signaling for Medanzo to be silent.
Inside the ruined church, the woman called Maria had a calm expression and a face full of Loving-kindness. Her gaze was compassionate. Her body was seductive, yet her face made it impossible to profane her. In the eyes of believers, she was the eternal innocent child—the mother of the Son of God.
"Maria, I can understand Lilith, because she was the tragedy born from my obsession." The Archangel slowly exhaled. "But why you as well... Is it because you were imprisoned in the monastery?"
"Because I was bored." She chuckled softly. "Listening, listening... Listening every day, repeating it, repeating it, repeating it. I also wanted to have some fun in this colorful world."
"But you are... the saint who mediates between all things." The Archangel's voice deepened.
Maria narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly. "Michael, it seems they trained you very well... That's enough to make one jealous. I originally wanted to train you properly myself."
The Archangel said calmly, "Maria, come back to the monastery with me."
Maria sighed instead and said quietly, "If I go back with you, can my child return...?"
"You bear the rank of the Holy Mother."
"Being given it... doesn't mean I still have to bear its weight." Maria said calmly, "Michael, even He could abandon Heaven. What reason do I have left?"
"I'll take you