"Little Grace, would you like a dumpling? Fresh from the oven placed right into the dimensional bag!"
"Little Grace, don't hit the undead, let me handle it!"
"Little Grace..."
Louis looked at Livia with a headache.
As expected.
The thing he feared the most had happened.
Livia, this woman, appeared like a gentle big sister, even giving off a soft and sticky feeling.
But upon interaction, it was apparent she was actually quite a strong-willed woman, and she had an overly strong desire to protect Grace, who suffered from social anxiety.
Fortunately, it didn't seem like she was acting under orders from the Church of Glory and Justice.
It seemed more like she simply liked that child.
Indeed.
For the Priests of the Church of Glory and Justice, all the bright spots on the future saint should be the most recognized beautiful qualities.
The more devout the believer, the more of this.
However, what surprised Louis was another person.
William said with a darkened face:
