"Do you know why it is like this? Why wasn't I punished?"
Alex hadn't intended to ask Elias about such profound matters, but he was truly too curious about this strange phenomenon; unable to hold back after a while, he still opened his mouth to ask Elias.
The Angel thought for a moment, searching through his ten-thousand-year-old memories, and answered:
"Perhaps it is because of this."
He looked at the flame-shaped mark on Alex's forehead:
"The little finger bone belonging to me is currently on you; perhaps its very existence deceived the rules, making the rules mistake you for a part of me." This was just the most logical conjecture; in reality, the Angel couldn't say with complete accuracy why Alex could call his name directly without suffering a backlash.
But whatever the reason, this was not a bad thing; it helped narrow the distance between God and human.
