The universe unfolded everywhere they looked. Planets of all shapes were beautifully decorated like paintings on a canvas. The mysterious constellations that rose beneath them served as landmarks for each area. If they walked along the water bottle tilted by the constellation of a goddess, a golden river would spread. 11

The size of the galaxy that lined both sides of the river was also overwhelming. The little angels, who used the galaxy as their pillows and blankets, blew their trumpets and played their harps. Golden clouds stirred, forming a ground for Grid and Marie Rose to step on. 3

“Is Hexetia happy and doing well?!!” a baby angel asked.5

Looking back on memories from a long time ago, this was the child Grid had met when visiting Hexetia’s smithy. 0

“Yes, he is smiling every day.” 0

“I’m so glad! I miss him so much, but I will suppress my longing and support him!” 9

Baby angels had an innocent side. They were different in many ways from humans who had been turned into angels. 2

“Were they born as angels...?” 0

“That’s right. I heard that the goddess created them around the time when Metatron was active. Perhaps they are what Rebecca wanted the angels to be like.” 0

They were kind...0