Seemingly moved by Leon's gentle attitude, the Pure White Holy Mother, eyes brimming with tears, finally cast aside all her prejudice in the face of the alliance invitation once again held out before her, and her fair neck started bobbing up and down in a fierce, repeated motion.
"Very good."
Glancing at the Pure White Holy Mother, who was nodding like a pecking chicken, Leon couldn't help nodding in satisfaction himself, and gave her a kindly smile.
Even though the Pure White Holy Mother's "goodness" was just hypocrisy, the Root of [Good] she held was still the genuine article, and her position as Master of the Pure Land was, for now, irreplaceable.
