Ramiela had a lot of fun disposing of the angels. She knew a lot of them, but she still emotionlessly killed or tortured them. She made Lawrend feel that she was like a machine with no emotions.
But when Ramiela continued interacting with him during these two years, she felt more and more like a human. It puzzled him, but it was probably for the better. At least, he didn't have to worry about her becoming lenient on her past allies.
Ember's baby was also born during that time. At the moment, Lawrend carried the little carbon copy of him.
Lawrend swung his arms around as the little baby boy in his arm smiled and giggled. He had red hair and the bloodline of the phoenix oozed out of his body. Anyone who got near him would feel as if they were in the presence of a deity.
"He's really cute. His phoenix bloodline is much stronger than mine," Lawrend said.
