"Master…"
Ramiela stood beside him and stared at Nephilim with excited eyes. As her mother, Ramiela didn't want to be left out at the most important moment of her daughter's life.
Nephilim slowly opened her eyes and squinted at the blinding sun above her.
She turned to the side and looked at Lawrend and Ramiela.
"How was it?" Lawrend asked.
"If you feel anything wrong, tell your father quickly," Ramiela said anxiously.
"Mother, I feel better than before. I can sense light mana in the surroundings and my mind feels clearer than before," Nephilim replied with a wide smile on her face.
It was rare for her to smile like that. Ramiela knew that her daughter was truly happy with the outcome, so she felt happy for her too. She leaned on the mattress and embraced her.
"Serve your Father well in the future. You will be his sword. Your mother doesn't have the same talent you do," Ramiela said with a heavy tone.
