"As expected, you don't quite match my expectations."
Upon receiving the answer from the Angel King, Father let out a low chuckle.
"However, it is indeed surprising, a response entirely from the weak."
"I thought you would give a more fitting answer, at least one more pleasing to me."
In the mental realm, the floor extended as pure white without end, and the forcibly invited Emerald-Starred Key lifted its head, gazing towards those sky-concealing Four Wings.
The enormous wings, three white and one black, spread across the sky, feathers unendingly layered, akin to the clouds themselves, their edges flowing with light like the sunset or dawn.
At the center, there was a faintly discernible figure of no remarkable size yet of unmatched existence.
Its outline appeared blurred in the light, yet its gaze unmistakably pressured every inch of the onlooker's body, even down to their viscera.
"Your assistance is indeed necessary. But self-deceptive rhetoric is meaningless."
