Chapter 2: The Angel of Dandelion

The uncle of the caravan must have helped a great deal, and looking at the well-preserved precious book in his hands, Ulysses reaffirmed this point. Otherwise, with his meager pocket money, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to purchase such a book.

As long as one sees her appearance with the eyes, the soul will find peace; as long as one hears the sound of her footsteps with the ears, the body will attain tranquility; as long as one touches her radiance, the soul will find rest. She is the messenger of the deity revered by the Supreme God, the beloved of God—the power of angels

If mothers had wings, they would surely resemble true angels. Although Aunt Lana is also very beautiful, she does not seem to embody the appearance of an angel. If one were to draw a comparison, she seems closer to a seductive witch.

The tiny white flowers resemble wings unfurling, dancing in the clear summer sky. They appear as if little angels are soaring in their own realm.

In fact, there are very few records in the Church regarding angels, as they are not beings that can casually descend into this world. Throughout the history of the Church, the number of individuals capable of using the ninth-level divine art known as "Invocation and Book of Divine Summoning" is also quite limited, with more records pertaining to failed summons.

Carefully plucking two of them, Yulia presented them before Ulysses

Dandelion? Is this it? Yulia temporarily left Ulysses' side and hopped over to the fence at home, where several white flowers, exuding a fresh fragrance, were blooming at the edge of the fence

"Yes, this is the flower, the codename of that great angel." Ulysses accepted the flower that Yulia had given him and placed it on the page in the book depicting the angel, intending to use it as a bookmark for the time being

Hmm! Just like Mom. For Ulysses, the closest thing he could find to an "angel" was also his mother. Beautiful and gentle, she always radiated a warm light

Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ...

"Truly beautiful, just like mother." Yulia was intently gazing at the beautiful illustrations in the book held by Ulysses.

No matter how harsh the conditions, whether at the foot of a volcano, by the sea of a deserted island, or in the deserts and Gobi, one can witness the presence of these resilient flowers.

Why that angel chose the "dandelion," such an ordinary flower found everywhere, as her code name remains a mystery to everyone. And perhaps because of her, large patches of dandelions can always be found near the church cemetery

Ah! Look, brother! The angel has taken flight!" Yuliya extended her hand, astonished as she watched the dandelion in her palm dance into the air, carried by the wind.

For her, understanding Ulysses' words now is indeed very difficult. However, the illustrations in the book that Ulysses is holding have successfully helped her establish an image of angels.

"Brother, what do angels really look like? Are they truly as beautiful as in this painting?" Yulia cherished the dandelion she held in her hand, as if it were not just a common wildflower, but a little angel instead

"Brother." Yulia cautiously leaned against Ulysses, her floral dress gently swaying in the breeze, and her small face was filled with a happy smile

Ah! How wonderful it would be if time could stop like this, right at this minute, this second. Yulia prayed sincerely, even though she did not yet understand what the so-called omniscient and omnipotent supreme deity truly was

As beautiful as her mother, this is the greatest compliment in Yuliya's heart. Although her mother always wore a veil, both she and Ulysses knew that her mother's appearance beneath the veil was the most beautiful, the most stunning beauty in the entire village of Mira

Wow! The book in Ulysses' hands turned to a new page, which depicted a beautiful angel. With just half a year's allowance, he was able to purchase such a book with intricate illustrations, something even Ulysses found hard to believe

The air is filled with the scent of summer, accompanied by the intermittent chirping of cicadas from the nearby woods. These lives, which have slumbered too long in the dark underground, are seizing the one opportunity in their lifetime to soar high, singing loudly in the scorching sunlight

This individual, proven to have been summoned to this world of * maps * by the "Divine Summoning Technique," left behind only a codename, which is the name of a wildflower ubiquitous across the continent—"Dandelion"

Traveling around the world with the gentle breeze, to witness the diverse landscapes of this world, could this be the wish of the one codenamed Dandelion

The true name of an angel is generally not something that ordinary people can articulate, and this one is ... ... '' Ulysses carefully searched for records related to this illustration, but unfortunately, he was unable to find detailed accounts of this angel.

For her, the large book that her brother held in his hands, resembling a dictionary, was indeed too profound; it was not a book meant for children

Angels are ... ... '' Ulysses did not know how to express himself, after all, that was a story from legend, and in this world, there were no longer any angels

That is an angel, that is a messenger of God, beautiful and pure, powerful and warm... This is how Ulysses spoke to Yulia

The light she possesses brings happiness to people, dispelling all darkness, bloodshed, and unease. Among all lights, it is the warmest and softest.

The great deity tells us to be devout with the sacred texts... Ulysses was reading the weighty book he had obtained with great difficulty, not letting a single word or sentence escape his attention

At this moment, Ulysses remembered. The dandelion, a flower that spreads its seeds with the wind. Those beautiful blossoms are the continuation of the life of this flower. Wherever there is wind, there will be the shadow of the dandelion

Ah! What a beautiful angel, brother, what is her name? Although I cannot comprehend those profound prayers and doctrines, the beautiful painting transcends race and nationality as a universal language. Yulia was almost instantly captivated by the beauty of the angel in the painting.

"Is it the angel of the wind—Raphael?" Ulysses murmured unconsciously, as if recounting the name of an old friend

Chirp chirp chirp chirp ... ...

The white flowers danced in the air, seemingly responding to Ulysses' voice, and together with the breeze, they vanished into the sky on the other side of Yulia's joyful gaze

In legend, it is a being of light that is incomparably beautiful and supremely sacred

Simple, unadorned, beautiful, this is the dandelion blooming beside the cross, quietly accompanying the white flowers of many heroes