Personality V: I will save everything

Well, I slept comfortably all day.

I turned over and planned to go back to sleep. Even though I traveled through time, I still can't get rid of my habit of staying in bed.

When I was about to turn over, I suddenly found that there seemed to be something heavy on my chest.

what?

I opened my eyes, and I admit I was startled by what I saw.

"Andrew, why are you sleeping in my bed?!"

The Andrew in front of him had taken off his dirty and tattered clothes and put on clean pajamas. Moreover, the maids had washed him clean, and he still smelled slightly like the sun. There was no longer the cold, damp, musty and earthy smell in the orphanage.

When I just woke up, my mind was still a little confused, but soon I woke up and understood why he came here. After all, the instructions I gave the maids were to take good care of Carl and Andrew and try my best to meet all their needs. See It was the maid who brought him in.

Andrew didn't speak, but silently squeezed harder into my arms.

"Are you my daddy?" Andrew whispered softly, as quietly as the sound of a mosquito, but I still heard it.

When I heard his words, I was still wondering. The next second, when I caught a glimpse of my hair from the corner of my eye, I remembered it.

correct! When I said I wanted to adopt Andrew, I put on a disguise and turned my hair blond. But now that the disguise has been taken off, my hair has returned to silver, which is exactly the same as Andrew's hair.

So he regards me as his biological father?

I didn't say anything, and silently stood up and hugged Andrew in my arms, patting his back gently to comfort him.

Andrew looked like he was about to cry in my arms.

"Get up, honey, let's go have breakfast." I gently hugged Andrew in my arms and said.

"OK…"

The breakfast was still very exquisite, but I knew that I no longer had to eat. I just sat there with Andrew, because I knew that he must have something to say to me.

Unfortunately, breakfast passed by quietly, and Andrew didn't say anything to me.

After eating, I took Andrew to the garden for a walk with him.

"Are you my father?" Andrew finally plucked up the courage to ask me.

I was about to answer him, but once he started talking, I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Why? Why? Dad, you just came now, why is our hair white? They, they all say that I am a devil and a child of the devil. Why?" Andrew told me while sitting on the ground crying. The bullying and pain I suffered over the years.

Seeing Andrew like this, I silently swallowed the answer I originally wanted to give him.

I made up my mind, although I really never thought that I would actually use this form.

"Of course not, Andrew, who said you are a child of the devil?" I stroked Andrew's head with my hand, comforting him silently, and untied the hair tie in my hand, letting my silver-white hair flow with the wind. drift.

Oh, God, I really didn't expect that I would actually use this form.

"Andrew, my child, you have to remember that white hair is not a sign of the devil, on the contrary, it is a sign of God."

I finished speaking word by word and then used my original form.

To be honest, not even the system knew about this form. This was the initial form I drew when I heard the system say that I could change my appearance at will. However, because it was too strange, too holy, and too Weird, I changed it to what I am now.

However, now is the time to use this form.

Andrew swore that he originally just wanted to find his adoptive father and complain.

After all, apart from their white hair, the two of them looked nothing alike.

Andrew just hasn't talked to others for a long time and has never complained about himself to others, because his white hair has been treated unfairly. He thought that his adoptive father adopted him because he was a person like him. Thinking he finally had someone to talk to.

Andrew had not spoken a word since he had risen in the morning until breakfast and his walk in the garden.

How envious he was. Through the fence of the orphanage, he saw other people's children being able to act coquettishly to their parents at will, and their parents would satisfy their little willfulness. How envious he was. Could he also live such a life?

That's why he didn't speak. He hoped that his adoptive father could be like the father figure he had imagined in his heart. He could stop, hug him, listen to him, and love him.

So, when my adoptive father stopped in the garden and hugged me, who was crying and having a little temper on the ground, I was really happy. I could finally talk to my elders.

However, what his adoptive father said next was far beyond his expectations.

What white hair is not a symbol of the devil, but a symbol of God? !

Please forgive Andrew for refuting his adoptive father's ideas like this.

Growing up, Andrew was told by everyone because of his hair that he was a monster, a devil, and someone who deserved to go to hell.

...Even he himself thinks so.

But his adoptive father's words broke all his previous understanding of his gray hair, so that he subconsciously wanted to refute what his adoptive father said.

But the next change in his adoptive father interrupted all his doubts.

He saw his adoptive father's hair slowly extending and floating around like seaweed in the water. The appearance of my adoptive father became more and more divine and beautiful. The adoptive father's two hands were slowly raised upwards, and at the same time, another four hands grew. The four hands were holding different things, but it was obvious that they were artifacts. The adoptive father's eyes closed and opened again, and he opened four eyes, which were as beautiful as sapphires.

………so beautiful………

Andrew shed tears, thinking that this was a feeling from his heart and soul. He could feel his soul trembling, not with fear of the unknown, but with reverence for the Creator.

The adoptive father slowly stretched out all his hands. Hold yourself gently in your arms.

...so warm...

I watched Andrew sitting there and crying silently. When I hugged him and didn't make any resistance, I felt relieved silently. After all, I have to admit that I really stood up when I pinched him in this form. value.

Andrew was really happy and excited at the same time. He couldn't imagine that his adoptive father was actually the Creator, nor could he imagine that his adoptive father would admit that he was his child.

It turns out that those people in the past were just ignorant. Hey, white hair is a symbol of the devil. How could it be possible? God has personally admitted that God also has white hair, which is a symbol of God.

Andrew was really happy. He hugged his adoptive father tightly, buried his head deeply in his neck, and never wanted to let go.

Andrew fell asleep peacefully in his adoptive father's arms.

I watched Andrew fall asleep in my arms and silently transformed back into his human form.

I thought about it, after all, for a child, my appearance is really too impactful.

This form must be included in the seal in the future.

I thought silently in my heart.

However, in a place that neither Andrew nor I knew. There was one person who watched the whole process silently.

I walked with Andrew in my arms, put him in the room prepared for him in advance, and stood beside him silently.

Fortunately, Andrew didn't fall asleep for very long.

"Are you awake? Andrew." I watched Andrew open his eyes.

His first reaction when he opened his eyes was to hug me tightly again.

I didn't resist, but hugged him back, and at the same time told him the next words carefully.

"You have to remember that Andrew's white hair has never been a symbol of the devil. It is a symbol of God. Andrew, you are my child. You are the son of God."

Oh, my God, when I said this, I felt like I was suffering from chuunibyou.

I know that in this day and age, religious beliefs are still very strong. Even if I explained to Andrew what albinism is, it is just a genetic disease and everyone has a chance of getting it. Andrew is just a coincidence. I believe he will not believe it. of.

After all, in an era when religious beliefs were strong, science was evil, witchcraft, and heresy.

So in this case, I will simply follow the religious aspects.

Moreover, in the final analysis, I did not lie. After all, I am indeed the creator in this world. I adopted Andrew, so he is the child of the creator and the son of God. I did not lie to him.

Andrew was really happy. He no longer felt inferior because of his white hair. He could even loudly tell everyone who made fun of his white hair, loudly telling them that this is a symbol of God and that I am God. children. I'm proud of it, I'm proud of my white hair.

Thinking of this, Andrew turned to look at his father, who was sitting beside the bed silently accompanying him.

Andrew threw himself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Andrew will no longer envy others, because he has a family and a father who will always love him.

I saw that Andrew no longer felt inferior to his gray hair. I was very happy and silently left a kiss on his forehead.

In fact, I secretly cast a small spell on Andrew. After all, albino children are afraid of the sun. There is nothing that can be done about it. But with my magical power, he can run in the sun healthily in the future.

I hope that children all over the world can run healthily in the sunshine.