"Hilia doesn't know!"
Hilia looked completely innocent, still blinking her eyes, making Melina start to doubt her own judgment.
"Is it really not you, Hilia?"
"How could I have such powerful abilities?"
"The gods..."
"Well, I don't know then."
Hilia leisurely enjoyed the juice brought from Huijin City, comfortably lying on a deck chair.
This deck chair was custom-made based on Mr. Blake's chair, and indeed, it was very comfortable.
"Don't come to me whenever there's an unsolved mystery; I'm just an ordinary candidate for Holy Daughter. Even if I often receive divine inspiration and have done some earth-shattering little things, I'm still just a humble Tier Four Mage."
"Uh..."
Melina was sweating like soybeans.
That's quite 'humble.'
Melina glanced at Hilia's chest, then at her own, and nodded.
"What are you looking at!" Hilia covered her chest, looking at Melina cautiously.
"Ahem, if it's not Hilia, then it's fine."
