"You're right. I've indeed become an Angel," Raina announced solemnly.
"I know you have a pair of wings," Jacob frowned as he looked at her white robe, saying helplessly, "But do you think that just because you have a pair of wings and a white dress, you're an Angel? You can also be a birdman."
Just because a person rides a horse doesn't mean he is Prince Charming.
Those with wings might not necessarily be angels, but they might also be birdmen. Sometimes one would always feel that the problem was simple, thinking too highly of themselves. To put it simply, one should not think too highly of themselves.
"You'll know whether I'm a birdman or not after you test me." Raina sneered, spreading out the pair of black wings on her back.
Only then could Jacob take a closer look at the wings on her back. It was man-made. He believed that the lethality of those wings was low and could, at most, serve to frighten. He was not sure, however, if she was equipped with other abilities.