To be honest, Steven felt his fate was quite tragic.

The family's fortunes had declined since his father's generation, and by the time it reached him, it was virtually ruined.

All that remained was the title of "Descendant of a Legendary Explorer," but apart from sounding nice, it held no real value.

Even if some nobles would invite him to their homes to hear stories of his ancestors, it was only because of his identity, not out of any respect for him.

Steven was unwilling to accept this.

He didn't want to forever live in the shadow of his ancestor.

He wanted others to look at him for who he was, not anyone else.

But relying solely on his own efforts, he feared he would never reach the heights of his ancestor.

So, after much deliberation, he ultimately chose a shortcut.

Following the dreams of his childhood, he came here, hoping to inherit his ancestor's legacy.

As long as he could come out alive, he could become the second person after his ancestor!

Only then could he become renowned across the world, establish his name, and become a new Legendary Explorer!

But reality was extremely harsh compared to his ideal.

Before he even began, he was greeted with an unexpected ending.

Death and flight, not a single one left behind.

His teammates all perished; even he drifted, like a walking corpse, controlled by someone else.

In the end, he alone was left struggling to survive in this world.

He really didn't want to die.

But it seemed impossible to leave alive either.

This fog trapped him, covering him in a massive cage.

His life was nothing short of a tragedy.

But in his confusion, he saw a glimmer of hope for life.

When there was no way out, Steven entrusted his faith to the gods.

Even if they never showed themselves, even if... it was all just an absurd dream.

He had gone mad.

Or perhaps he hadn't.

But he did indeed hear the sacred words sung by his ear, felt the gaze of the divine.

He even saw a living Angel in the end...

But unfortunately for Steven, the Angel in his eyes denied him.

"Angel?"

Herbert looked at the middle-aged man still a bit unclear in the head and shook his head:

"I don't know why you would think that, but I'm not the Angel you claim."

Angel?

Ha, who cares.

Could Herbert be Nenasha's Angel?

In a strict sense, he could.

He was the messenger, carrying out His commands, that was the duty of an Angel.

However, Herbert had no intention of admitting it.

His identity was much higher than that of an Angel!

["Isn't this discrimination?"]

At this time, Nenasha, silent all night, suddenly popped up to tease:

["You seemed quite happy in front of the Heroic Spirit earlier, why are you unwilling here?"]

Hearing the Harmonious God's wry remark, Herbert slightly raised his eyebrows, chuckling inwardly: "Oh? You're finally willing to talk to me?"

["Heh."]

The god merely snorted coldly, unwilling to entertain this annoying fellow.

"Hehe."

Seeing that He ignored him, Herbert voluntarily explained:

"I don't admit to being an Angel because I have a more appropriate identity here."

Their conversation in the mind passed in less than a breath, which Steven didn't notice at all.

In his eyes, Herbert just shook his head and then smiled quietly at him.

"You're not an Angel?"

Upon hearing this answer, Steven was dumbfounded, his mouth agape in confusion.

Not?

He had already ingrained this idea into his soul, without ever doubting it.

But at this moment, it was as if he had been slapped awake.

Hmm?

Steven's eyes widened, with various thoughts flashing in his mind.

It was as if a thin veil enveloping his consciousness was suddenly pierced, bringing the world back to reality.

His eyes carried a liveliness they hadn't had before, no longer as fervent as before.

"Then if you're not, then... you're not joking with me, are you?"

Steven awkwardly laughed, still finding it hard to accept the fact as he looked at the white-haired youth in front of him.

Could a mortal really possess such beauty?

The youth before him seemed like a character stepped out of a dreamlike painting, each strand of white hair like the finest silver thread, shimmering gently in the light.

His face was like it had been meticulously carved by the finest craftsman, with features that exuded an irresistible handsomeness.

But more than this irresistible beauty, what made Steven feel so self-conscious was the sanctity the other person emanated.

The boy was enveloped in a layer of holy radiance, not a blinding brightness, but a soft glow that penetrated to one's heart.

This glow seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul, giving a sense of being beyond the mundane world.

His temperament was outstanding, elegance and nobility seemed innate.

His posture was upright, like an ancient majestic pine, yet in his words and actions there was an undeniable rhythm, with elegance and nobility in every move.

After watching for a while, Steven actually became a bit dazed.

"..."

Steven was neither a Demon nor a woman, so he wouldn't develop any special feelings due to Nenasha's blessing.

But even without that fatal attraction, the charm Herbert exuded at this moment was enough to make a mortal spellbound.

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