[That… seems like a somewhat dangerous idea.]
The woman appeared flustered by Benjamin’s sudden proposal.
[I can feel it. Our little light merely exists there. He does not particularly seek to exert any great influence upon the world.]
“Is that truly the will of God?”
[Yes. And please stop calling me an angel. I am nothing more than an insignificant soul who happened, by chance, to come under His protection.]
But Benjamin shook his head vigorously.
“Preposterous. You rescued me from profound despair and conveyed His hidden will to me. What word other than angel could possibly describe someone such as you?”
Of course, the woman before him did not precisely match the image of an angel from his imagination. If anything, the Angel of Death he had met before had radiated an inhuman beauty far more befitting the word “angel.”
Yet for that very reason, Benjamin became even more firmly convinced that this woman was an apostle sent by the God of Information.
The woman’s plain appearance instead made her seem all the more sacred. Her thoughtful words and actions also carried a concern and love for the world.
‘Yes. Surely the wisdom and love hidden within that simplicity and humility are the true proof of heaven!’
Having reached that conclusion, Benjamin devoted himself from then on to persuading the angel.
“Angel. Do you not possess the same…