The figure slightly raising its head before me gradually overlapped with the petite figure wrapped in mist within the Mist Council.
"The tenth... Apostle..." Xue Dili slowly recited this name.
Although before truly meeting, Xue Dili had imagined what attitude to face this familiar yet unfamiliar Apostle, but when actually seeing her, Xue Dili's heart was surprisingly calm.
No excitement, no hatred, not even much of a ripple, because this is a very normal world, even judging by the scene just outside, it's all too normal, so normal that Xue Dili found it hard to believe.
Aside from being slightly feudal, this doesn't seem like a planet controlled by an Apostle, humans here are normal, there's no tragic farce, and no severely twisted policies and rules governing others.
The whole world seems like a cultural hodgepodge, in this Osma City you can see all sorts of cultural mixtures, merging inexplicably, people from various cultures can intermarry, without high or low status.
