The Bright Saintess had a very strange feeling at this moment, as if she were a mere observer, while another soul seemed to emerge from the depths of her consciousness and take over her body.
Before her knelt two Twelve-Winged Angels, two Divine Realm Masters, and she felt neither astonishment nor unease, as though all this was perfectly natural.
"You... have worked hard!" Once she spoke, the Bright Saintess was a bit bewildered; she realized her thoughts were out of control, and these words were clearly not Earth's language, but the language of the Angel World!
What was happening? The Bright Saintess was nearly losing it; given her current knowledge, there was no way to explain such bizarre occurrences.
