Looking at the illusory and solemn nun's clothes on herself, the Hero frowned.
'This is really a strange phenomenon, no wonder my brother is so concerned.'
Although this nun's clothing obviously didn't belong to her, she didn't feel any malice from it.
On the contrary, she vaguely felt that the reason for her current good status was precisely because of this clothing's existence.
'It seems I can't take it off either, these threads seem to connect to the sky... Is this a reminder that I need to go to heaven to find the source?'
She looked up towards the endless blue sky, recalling a joke from another version of herself earlier.
'Do I really need to build a cathedral on the moon?'
As the Hero was lost in thought, a nerve in her brain suddenly twitched slightly, and she heard the furious roar of the other her by her ear.
'Idiot, what are you daydreaming about!? I'm about to get killed!!!'
