"Isn't Rossetti the only eldest lady Ivy?"

"No, I heard that there seems to be an illegitimate daughter who lives in a small attic." Someone suddenly lowered his voice and whispered.

The aristocratic lady was full of surprise: "Bastard daughter?!" ”

"Yes, there's an illegitimate daughter! However, the people of the Rossetti family seem to hate this illegitimate daughter, so they have never let this illegitimate daughter come out. ”

"What about Ivy?" Suddenly, someone asked suspiciously.

"I don't know. But there must be some reason, otherwise how could Ivy give up being the saintess of the God of Light? ”

"The Rossetti family probably didn't expect that the illegitimate daughter they sent over would become a saint, I guess there will be a good show to watch." There was a noble lady who raised her eyes and said with a sharp expression.

When the other noble ladies heard this, they did not speak.

Shiebel was left behind, and the other noble ladies were sent back to their respective homes.

The cultists took Shibel to another temple, and on the main side, all the elders and messengers left, leaving only the Pope and the quiet blonde beauty.

"What's the matter with you, under my Crown of Light?" Without anyone else, the Pope is naturally exposed in his true form and no longer disguised. He raised the tail of his eyes and looked at the blonde beauty in front of him with an indifferent and detached expression.

The God of Light was full of cold breath, his eyelids did not lift, and his gaze fell coldly on the Pope's body.

There wasn't a word.

Looking at the cold and detached appearance of the God of Light, the Pope raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay, if you don't want to say it, don't say it." When I first said that I wanted to choose the saint I liked for you, you looked calm, and I thought that I would have to do the same as before, and no one wanted it. I didn't expect that this time, you actually chose a saint to stay, which really surprised me. ”

In the triennial election of the Holy Virgin, no one is elected every time.

Their god of light is too cold to pick anyone to be a saint who communicates with his heart.

The Pope had been interested in the election of saints, and he wanted to know what kind of girl could be chosen by the God of Light.

Is it simple, holy, innocent, kind, or smart......

But they didn't expect their God of Light to choose one......

The Pope recalled the holy woman in the main hall in his memory today, and lowered his eyebrows, even if he was selected to become a holy woman, he did not see any joy in her eyebrows.

Looks like a calm girl.。

But the Pope knew that the girl was not as simple as it seemed.

At least not as quiet and silent as it seems, or maybe it's actually a flamboyant and casual person.

In short, it is completely different from the holy woman who recites the scriptures with devotion and compassion.

Regarding the Pope's ridicule, the God of Light did not have any waves and feelings.

"Are you leaving?" The Pope watched the Light's turn, thinking that he was going back to his empty and peaceful Void Temple, where nothing existed.

The Pope didn't really want to let the God of Light go like this.

You must know how much effort the Pope wasted in order to let the God of Light, who had been living in the temple and had never been out of the temple for a hundred years, leave there.

Now that it has only been a day, he has let the God of Light go like this, and the Pope always feels a little unbalanced in his heart when he thinks about his hard work and hard work.

The God of Light paused, turned and looked directly at the Pope without emotion, "What's the matter?" ”

The big guy kept doing it and became a white moonlight after his death