Holland was no uncultured country bumpkin.
During his years serving as a Holy Light Walker in the Bright Church, the Church had near-draconian standards for the appearance of its Servants.
They had to be neat and proper, ideally reflecting the "Radiance" and "Purity" of the Holy Light.
Therefore, he had seen countless young Cultivators and Nuns who had been rigorously selected for their perfect poise and outstanding looks.
They were like figures stepping out of the murals in the Divine Hall, possessing an immaculate, almost formulaic beauty.
After leaving the Church, he had wandered far and wide, and his life as an Adventurer had introduced him to all sorts of people.
There were Elves with temperaments as cold as ice and delicate features.
There were half-Beastmen, full of wild charm and well-built physiques.
There were also men and women who used Charm Spells or natural-born beauty to navigate the circles of the rich and powerful.
