The girl was wearing a white dress. She had black hair and delicate features. Her complexion was smooth and fair and was at most twenty years old. She was insanely seductive as if she had emerged from a painting and had never witnessed the sufferings of the human world. Her eyes were like crystals from which innocence emanated.

“What’s wrong?” She could not help but ask the injured and limping Ladio.

“Grand Priestess Monica,” Respectfully, he continued, “The Young Master of the Elixir Pavilion