"It's your turn now," Lawrend said to Ramiela.
"Yes, My God."
Ramiela stepped forward and gracefully stood before him.
"Hmmm… You're still a Grand Mage? You can't really improve?" Lawrend asked.
"As long as I'm near you, I can power up to Earth Mage-level. You're my mini heaven, Master."
"I see. I will check up on your body later."
The angels were created by the Goddess. Their power level never changed throughout their lifetimes which were ten thousand years. It was not a surprise to him that Ramiela never improved.
"Thank you, My God." Ramiela bowed and returned.
"Master…"
Nao walked forward. She stood out among Lawrend's maids. Technically, she wasn't even his maid. She was his butler. Just as Lawrend instructed her to do, she still kept wearing it.
"You're an Arch Mage and you created so many good potions. You can have anything that comes out of your mouth," Lawrend said.
