Quickly, the statue of the deity seemed to revive. The originally androgynous and majestically beautiful statue of the King of Angels disappeared, replaced by a female Angel with a noble and gentle demeanor, her face adorned with a kind smile.
However, the twelve pure white Wings behind her also highlighted her identity.
This also confirmed Sophia's guess.
In history, the Lord of Glory at this time was still an androgynous beauty, and it was only after losing to the Divine King that she decided on a gender.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Sophia spoke first, looking at the female Angel opposite her who almost looked like her mature self, with furrowed brows.
"Relax, my child, I am your mother after all, would I harm you?"
However, Gabriel showed no reaction to her daughter's indifference, simply stepping forward and examining this daughter she met for the first time with great interest.
"Haven't I told that cute little creature with the Ring of Oath that you carry? All I want now is to be a good mother."
Looking at this daughter who looked almost exactly like her younger self, Gabriel felt quite intrigued. It was also her first time having a true blood descendant, and she was rather unsure what to do for a moment.
But remembering that little one named Dorothy she had met before, her expression suddenly turned peculiar.
What was this complex feeling of just getting out of prison to learn she had a daughter, yet before she could even experience the joy of maternal and filial love, she suddenly discovered her "little cabbage" was about to be taken by someone else's "pig"?
"You've met Dorothy?"
Sophia, who had been trying hard to maintain a cold, emotionless demeanor, could not help but respond at that.
She had thought that the Miss had found out about the Lord of Glory's awakening through internal messages from the Judgment Court, but now it seemed that was not the case; it seemed as though the Miss had personally asked the King of Angels herself.
"Of course, she really is a good child, it's just unfortunate she's a troublesome witch, desired by too many. Otherwise, I would have thought of bringing her back to heaven with you."
The Lord of Glory responded with a face full of regret.
Back home, there really was a throne waiting for this daughter to inherit. Naturally, she could not allow her daughter to be truly taken by the "pig," unless he joined her family.
She very much admired that little one and could also see that this little one truly cared about her own daughter.
Recalling how the little witch had unabashedly "wasted" the three questions she was granted, Gabriel's feelings became even more complex.
It's just a pity that the little one named Dorothy was too involved in deep waters. Not just her own daughter, even she herself might not be able to handle it, and the Three Witch Monarchs would definitely not let her go, which was quite regrettable.
"I'm not going to go back to heaven with you, and there's no discussion about it."
Sophia fell silent for a moment, then said resolutely.
"I'm not discussing this with you either; I'm merely informing you. Whether you go or not is not up to you to decide, it's up to me," Gabriel replied, unfazed, her expression still smiling as she spoke these supremely authoritative words.
Thus, the atmosphere in the temple became tense.
...The standoff between mother and daughter...