"It’s too hard..."
Michael raised his hand and patted his head, sitting cluelessly on the chair.
Risa swiftly created an identical long table with her thoughts so that when Michael raised his hand to hold his forehead, there would be a table to support him.
"Holy Mother, how much do you rember about the extraordinary deeds of Lord Son of the Holy when he was young, those actions full of divine radiance?"
Risa stepped forward and suggested: "It doesn’t have to be grand events, small ones are sufficient. By seeing the big through the small, delving deep into everyday life can resonate more."
"Only by doing this can the followers truly appreciate the greatness of the Saint Heir, directly view his noble character, extraordinary wisdom, compassion for all beings, and selflessness..."
"The Lord Son of the Holy descended to the Mortal World bringing salvation, bearing all sins, and repaying the original sin on behalf of humanity..."
"Only in this way can the followers be inspired that Saint Heir was born as a human, and what the Saint Heir can do, everyone can do."
Risa babbled on with a lot of principles, without any concrete instances.
Slyphy was completely bewildered, she understood the principles, but had no idea what Wayne was like as a child. The first ti she t Wayne was at the train station, where Wayne was already in his twenties.
"Holy Mother, think about it again, these Chapters are crucial. The more you say, the more Chapters of Holy Mother will be recorded in the Bible."
Risa looked serious: "In the future, these Chapters will be included in Holy Mother Cathedral, and a separate biography of Holy Mother will be widely circulated for all believers of the Holy See to view."
"Holy Mother Cathedral?!"
Slyphy’s eyes lit up. ntioning this imdiately perked her up.
"Yes, Holy Slyphy Cathedral."
Risa respectfully described a grand vision, various talks of Saint Slyphy, sculpture statues, writings, millions of believers; a whole set of gestures that made Slyphy unable to contain her laughter.
Indeed, Wayne was her son, her own flesh and blood born after ten months of pregnancy.
Slyphy was eager to try, but paused, dryly saying: "Your Holiness, as you ntioned..."
"You’re too kind, just call Risa. In front of Holy Mother, the Pope is just a nad servant." Risa bowed.
He was truly impressive!
"Alright..."
Slyphy blinked, feeling light and sowhat unreal.
The more respectful Risa’s attitude, the stronger the sense of unreality, along with increasing pressure, she licked her dry lips: "Risa, you may not believe it, but all I rember is ten months of pregnancy, and then turning around, Wayne was already grown."
At this point, she looked toward Austin: "He’s Wayne’s father, his mory is better than mine, and he rembers more clearly Wayne’s feats as a child."
Austin nodded slightly, his mory was indeed good. From a young age, Wayne bullied others without regard for authority, and he could talk about it for a whole day without repeating himself.
"Holy Mother, this gentleman is not qualified to narrate the deeds of Saint Heir." Michael spoke softly with closed eyes.
"Why?"
"You are the mother of the Saint Heir; the father of the Saint Heir is Heavenly Father. This gentleman, though very similar to the Saint Heir and fortunate enough to share the sa surna, does not affect the existence of the Saint Heir. Do you understand what I’m saying?"
"..."x3
Slyphy paused for a mont, forcefully suppressing her laughter with a serious expression and nodded, indicating she understood.
gan did not react, being a professional butler, no matter how funny she would not laugh.
Austin’s entire face turned black instantly. What does it an that Wayne’s birth mother is Slyphy, and he is dispensable? Where did this Heavenly Father co from, and how did he beco Wayne’s biological father?
If all this is included in the Bible, wouldn’t he be pointed at wherever he goes in the future?
He can’t bear it, absolutely can’t bear it!
Austin slamd the table and rose, he wasn’t Wayne’s biological father, true, but Slyphy also wasn’t Wayne’s biological mother, Veronica was their actual offspring, and this misunderstanding had to be corrected today.
Just halfway up, he saw Slyphy smiling radiantly, a proud look as if her son should be so exceptional, opened his mouth but sat down again.
Thinking again about Holy Slyphy Cathedral and the widely circulated New Holy Scriptures, Austin closed his eyes and silently apologized to Veronica.
Sorry child, from now on, you can only be the daughter-in-law.
"Mr. Austin, please don’t be upset, let explain to you, Vice-Regent Michael didn’t an it that way."
Risa hurriedly approached to smooth things over, tactfully explaining the relationship between Holy Mother, Heavenly Father, and Lord Son of the Holy, that essential settings can change, but this cannot.
If Austin feels wronged, the Bible will try to tone down Saint Austin’s appearances.
That will make him even more dispensable!
For the sake of his wife’s face, Austin could bear it, but hearing Risa’s comforting words only made him angrier.
Slyphy laughed repeatedly, watching the fool suffer was indescribably satisfying. Listening to Michael and Risa’s brief words, she roughly understood the aning of the new Bible.
Just make it up, forcefully make it up.
The truth is irrelevant; suffering and divinity are most important!
"I rember..."
Slyphy lightly coughed twice with a clenched fist: "When Wayne was just born, about this big, emaciated and malnourished. At that ti, the Lando Family was mired in internal and external troubles, with family branches vying for power and the Royal Family suppressing us. To protect the newborn Wayne from harm by various forces, I was in a dirt house in the outskirts of Lundan, no, it was the cowshed beside the dirt house..."
"Wayne was born less than a month, Austin sent him away, and picked up a girl nad Veronica to impersonate the family bloodline..."
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