Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 35 Rosen's Instinct and Talent

But Hrabergen didn't expect that Rosen would approach him first after speaking with Medici, whom he clearly knew well.

"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong, Mr. Herabogen?" Rosen asked with a smile, taking another sip of juice. Today's juice clearly contained a lot of high-sugar fruits, making it a bit too sweet. Rosen felt he could give Sasriel some suggestions for improvement next time.

After all, he likes sweets, but not too sweet ones.

"Of course not, you can come to me anytime, even if it's just to chat, Mr. Rosen." Hrabergen gave a perfectly kind smile, which, combined with his elderly appearance, made him look like a kind and amiable old grandfather.

But the old man grabbed a hand that was trying to steal his beard the next second, and said with a helpless expression, "Lord Amon, please don't steal my beard. I've raised them for a long time and don't want to lose them."

"But I really like them, can't you really give them to me?" Amon, who had been caught, showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, he gave a pitiful smile and asked.

Rosen pinched his chin and examined it for a moment, then realized that the smile looked familiar, like the one he usually used when he was playing the victim in front of Sasriel.

Clearly, Amon is a cub with a strong learning ability. He not only learned the Red Angel's sarcastic remarks but also Rosen's excellent qualities.

This kid's a hopeless case!

Rosen thought to himself with great self-awareness.

"...Even if Your Highness says so, I cannot grant your request." Herabergen paused for a second, then smiled and shook his head, appearing as hard as iron. But the next second, he gestured with his finger on Amon's head, and Amon's previously short hair instantly grew wildly, only stopping when it reached past his shoulders.

"However, I can give Lord Shinto a small gift, and I hope you will like it."

"...It's not an illusion." Amon tugged at his hair and raised an eyebrow.

"Just a clumsy imitation of the Earth Path ability," Helabogen explained with a kind smile, only to find Rosen looking at him thoughtfully. Helabogen paused for a moment before asking, "What is it, Lord Rosen?"

"Could you perform that again?" Rosen asked directly, without any hesitation.

Helabogen hesitated for a moment, not immediately demonstrating, but instead asked, "Would Lord Rosen like to see that little trick again, or would he like to imitate the extraordinary abilities of the Earth Path?"

"You're very smart!" Rosen didn't hold back his praise.

"...Thank you for your compliment." Of course, Herabergen wouldn't take a child's compliment to heart, but that didn't stop him from thanking him. Then, as if he had thought of something, he took out a seed from somewhere, and under everyone's witness, the seed quickly took root and sprouted, eventually blooming into a magnificent red flower.

"Is this a rose?" Rosen reached out and poked the rose in Helabogen's hand, then suddenly asked, "Could I have a seed?"

Without hesitation, Herabergen handed a seed to Rosen.

Rosen held the seed in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

But a moment later, the same miracle happened; the seed in Rosen's hand also quickly took root, sprouted, and grew into a beautiful flower.

No, that's not all.

Herabergen looked at the still-growing vines and blooming flowers in Rosen's hand. At that moment, even though they were just ordinary flowers, the Archangel sensed a hint of danger for some reason, which made Him hesitate and say, "Lord Rosen..."

"Don't worry, it's not out of control." Rosen seemed to have guessed what He was going to say and interrupted Him.

As he finished speaking, as if to prove his words, the rose in Rosen's hand stopped growing, but its shape began to change, and eventually it turned into a wreath on its own.

Rosen thought for a moment, then placed the flower wreath on Amon, who was watching the commotion, and nodded, saying, "That's more like it! Of course, a princess should have a flower wreath on her head!"

Amon's face darkened instantly. He almost immediately wanted to take off the wreath on his head and throw it away, but he pulled his hand back as soon as he reached for it.

Amon frowned as he looked at his hand, where a thorn had pierced a wound.

"Don't rush to throw them away, at least wear them for a while!" Rosen said, then looked at the rose wreath and whispered, "But it's not good to hurt others!"

The wreath did not respond, but the wound on Amon's hand, which had been pierced by thorny roses, healed at that moment.

"How...did you do that?" Amon was clearly a little confused. Although he had the potential to become the Old Coin in the future, he was still a true cub at the moment and was genuinely puzzled.

"Perhaps that's why I'm the Angel of Life?" Rosen smiled, his gaze falling on the rose wreath, his smile widening.

If you ask him how he did it, you can only say it was instinct.

It instinctively knows how to bring life into existence and control it. It's like how humans are born with the ability to breathe; it's an innate ability that has only just been activated.

Medici and Helabogen, who also witnessed this scene, seemed to be deep in thought. The former thought of what Osekus had seen, and the latter thought of the title "Angel of Life."

When the Sun God introduced them, Herabergen had also wondered why Rosen was the Angel of Life, since he was the twin of the Thief.

But at this moment, even without knowing exactly what was going on, Helabogen vaguely understood—Rosen was indeed special, and he might have a special relationship with certain beings.

However, unaware of the existence of the Mother of the Black Goat, Hrabergen was thinking of the one from beyond Earth.

Does the Lord have some other plan?

Hrabogen couldn't help but make this guess.

After this little incident, Rosen naturally didn't forget why he had sought out Heraborgen in the first place, so he smiled and asked:

"Mr. Herabogen, I've long heard of your extensive knowledge in the field of occultism, and coincidentally, I'm also very interested in it. Could you perhaps give me a lesson sometime when you have the time?"

Hrabergen was visibly surprised by Rosen's request. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I am pleased to have your approval, Lord Rosen, but the task of teaching the children of the gods is currently being handled by Sasriel, and I'm afraid I cannot..."

"We can go to Saslir right now and get His approval," Rosen interrupted Helabogen's refusal with a smile.

This caused Helabogen to pause for a moment, then he nodded, his smile as kind as ever: "Since Your Excellency Rosen insists, I certainly have no objection."