The girl was somewhat surprised at the sudden change of face of the Saintess before her, but she did not panic. She stayed silent, pondering quietly for several seconds.
"Didn't Feruceline say earlier that my origin could not be detected?" This statement should not have been a lie.
"Indeed, the inability to detect the origin is what is surprising," Feruceline replied.
"All Angels slumbering in the Aijeika Sea have names, a total of 365, each of whom I know, each of whose status I understand. But among them, none match your condition."
"Yet you are indeed of Angel's form, in body, mind, and Soul Form," Feruceline's golden eyes seemed to burn as she gazed tranquilly at Hexia.
"Too flawless and perfect, unlike anything born naturally," she said and gently shook her head.
"Besides the Angel's Descent Ceremony, there is another group of people capable of creating Soul Forms akin to Angels. This is the prototype of the Black Sun."
