"I'm here to help you."
"Help me?" Hearing Vana's words, the young nun furrowed her brows in confusion, and it was at this moment that she suddenly noticed some details in the other party's equipment.
It was indeed the attire and insignia of the Storm Church; however, it wasn't any regulation type she was familiar with, and she had never heard of any high-ranking female clergy within the church who would use such an exaggerated longsword in combat—that longsword was clearly specially made and not something an ordinary guardian could wield.
The "battle sister" standing before her, as young-looking and unusually tall as herself, came from an era unfamiliar to her.
The young nun fell silent for a few seconds, then spoke calmly, "...Where are you from?"
"The year 1900."
"I died in battle today, didn't I?"
"Yes," Vana stepped forward calmly, "it seems you already know what happened."
