Inside the light mirror, a brown-haired woman wearing a black nun's outfit with a curvaceous figure knelt on both knees, her delicate white hands tightly clasped together, resting against the ample softness between her breasts.
At the very moment the light rippled, Monica, still in her prayer pose, also saw within the holy artifact's radiance a silver silhouette as brilliant as the Milky Way.
"Is that the noble Lady Astrid?"
Hardly had Monica spoken when a soft "Eh?" came from the other end of the light mirror.
Lyra watched as the perspective of the light mirror gradually broadened, revealing the entire figure of the Saintess. Monica's light brown hair draped over her shoulders, her mature and alluring figure fully displayed by the form-fitting nun's attire, while her pale golden eyes gazed at them with solemn piety.
"Monica?"
Astrid spoke softly, her gaze fixed upon the light mirror formed from particles of light elements, her mind pondering inwardly.
