"Michael, calm down, don't let the Seven Deadly Sins cloud your mind," Lar reminded.
Michael took a deep breath, regaining the sunny and cheerful smile of a big boy: "You're right, I indeed care too much about Hexuno. Her journey in the Mortal World was very unsuccessful. She lost her purity and became filthy. Unaware of the prophecy, she wouldn't actively approach the Seven Deadly Sins, would she?"
At this, Michael squinted with a smiling eye and faced the gaze of the dragon.
The sunny smile paired with the cold gaze sent chills down Lar's spine.
"Michael, only you and I know the prophecy, there is never a Saint Heir, nor have I revealed the truth to Hexuno."
Lar said: "God of the Mortal Realm, death and rebirth, neither human nor god, these are lies I translated. Such a person doesn't exist in the world, and this is the prophecy Hexuno knows. You were present at the time, and afterward, I never contacted Hexuno."
