It was night.
The moon was bright with few stars.
In Louis's Lokeshi courtyard, he met the young girl he hadn't seen for a long time.
Perhaps with the ongoing candidate saint ceremony, Grace now increasingly resembles the Libra Saintess in his memory.
"Welcome back, Mr. Caesar."
The girl's voice carried an indescribable joy, her originally cool demeanor broke into a radiant smile the moment she saw Louis.
Despite feeling a chill down his neck, Louis still ruffled her hair and said:
"It seems the saint ceremony is indeed tiring; you look weary."
Grace shook her head and said, "It's not really tiring, but Lokeshi has been getting more chaotic lately. Although most of the populace and even the priests coming to support here don't really understand the situation, the atmosphere of war can be felt even if it's invisible and intangible."
Louis looked deeply at Grace, and after a moment, he said gravely:
"Isn't the Church of Glory and Justice sending too many priests over?"
