Chapter 34.2

Phae questioned, "...Are you certain?" The brat did not utter a sound for a long time, and he couldn't contain his excitement at all, okay?

Thenis glanced at him with a complicated expression, then at the little boy behind her, and said with some melancholy: "I created him according to your appearance when you were a child. What do you think?"

Phae stared at the child silently for a moment and couldn't help but ask again: "...Are you sure?!"

Fessa nodded in agreement: "No wonder, I said whoever you look for can produce such a replica. Except that Phae's hair is not curly, everything else is exactly the same."

"I named him Melo," Thenis said.

Melo grew up very slowly. He had lived in Ana Holy Lake for many years, but he still looked like a little boy. The only change was probably that he was not so afraid of strangers, but he was still easily shy.

Phae's long legs became his natural measuring stick. Every time they met, as long as they stood side by side like this, Phae would stretch out his fingers and pinch the tiny distance, and say to Little Mello, "Unfortunately, you have only grown so much taller. At this rate, it will barely reach my chin in another thousand years."

Thenis would always pull Melo away and say angrily, "Yes, you are so tall so you can stab the sky."

Fessa and Thenis have always loved children, and they have always been irresistible to this soft and weak creature, otherwise they would not have created so many jumping bean-like people to satisfy their overflowing love.

At that time, Phae always felt that he was cold and indifferent, and he didn't know if it was because he also had the God of War personality. His little patience and almost non-existent love weren't enough for these little things. The well-behaved ones were too weak, the naughty ones were too noisy, in short, they were both troublesome.

So every time he saw Melo, he would simply tease him for a while and then hand him over to Fessa and Thenis, and retreat to the side by himself.

It wasn't until Melo's size finally reached his waistline that he no longer seemed to be "broken at the touch of a pinch," then he began to slowly teach Melo some of the most practical combat skills. After all, although this little boy lived a long and slow life, he did not attain the godhead. In case of an accident one day, there is no way to save your life if you don't learn a little bit.

During their long time together, Mello seemed both afraid and respectful of the bastard Phae.

According to the private analysis of Fessa and Thenis——

I'm afraid it's because Phae is hot outside and cold inside. Although it looks elegant and lazy, and a little sloppy, it is actually not easy to get really close to others, let alone close to the heart.

Respect because what Phae taught him were all really useful things, and he was a bit of a strict teacher.

Thenis likes to draw, and Melo, who has been with her all year round, is probably influenced by her and has also developed this hobby, but he is more keen on sculpture. For a long time, when Phae went to the holy lake of Ana, he could always see the elder and the younger sitting under the tree, one holding a drawing board, and the other holding a stone and a carving knife.

Melo's first gift to Phae was a statue tall with a candlestick.

Still looking thin and shy, he ran to Phae with a stone sculpture in his arms to offer a treasure.

Phae didn't realize who the statue was at first. If it had been Thenis or Feisar, he would have lost his mouth a long time ago, but his little conscience made him swallow his words. When he went back, he didn't shamelessly hurt even a child.

So he held the statue and boasted blindly: "The technique is skillful, the lines are smooth, and the carving is not bad."

Melo looked amused by the compliment: "Really? Does it look like you?"

Phaer: "..." Me?

After being reminded like this, he finally remembered Thenis's masterpiece many, many years ago. Thinking about it this way, the statue of Melo was really carved according to that painting, even the expression was the same, but a little rough.

Phae turned his head silently, coughed, adjusted his expression, then turned his head silently, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "You can tell it's me at a glance, very similar."

What a ghost.

Little Mello ran away contentedly.

Later, the kid grew up quickly, and the carver really got better and better, just like Phae boasted out of conscience before. He later sent several larger and more delicate statues to Phae, but they still stubbornly followed the template drawn by Thenis.

So much so that for a while, there was a row of such "mild version" statues of the God of Light in the Temple of Phae from small to large, and it hurt to see...

These small details of the past were slowly lost in a long time, and then thousands of years after thousands of years...

Kevin stood in front of the huge statue, staring at its drooping eyebrows and eyes silently, slowly thinking in his heart: Thenis and Fessa are deceased, they have been dead for many years, maybe they are still sleeping, maybe they have been reborn as ordinary people.

The holy lake of Ana turned into a shallow puddle, and the high mountain where the Temple of Light was located collapsed into a huge rift valley after several ups and downs. It's interesting to have a new palace...

Just when he had a rare sense of melancholy, he faintly heard a long sound coming from outside the temple, as if something huge was whistling towards him on the wind.

Phaer turned around in astonishment: "..." Can this all come in?!