Inside the tower of the White Church.
Charlette, the Saintess, was bathed in pure white light. With her breathing rhythm, the pure white light ebbed and flowed like a tide.
At this moment, Charlette looked incomparably holy, making it hard to imagine her as the Bloodthirsty Butcher who could mercilessly massacre the entire Lizardman Kingdom.
Beside her sat a sculpture.
"Honestly, Miss Charlette, aren't you planning to come out? Both my left and right hands have returned to my body, and now I can easily destroy everything with a curse," a girl named Mohe said, her voice continually emanating from within.
Charlette pretended not to hear it, continuing her practice of Divine Art.
