The Saintess jumped on her chair. She rushed toward Isabelle as if wanting to exorcise what seemed to be settling inside her, chasing out that horrendous idea of loving the black dragon!
Much to their surprises, instead of using her holy power, the Saintess rushed and held her sister by her shoulders before bringing her closer to her chest for an embrace. The mirror beside them showed the reflection of the two sisters with the similar malicious smile.
"I knew it," whispered the Saintess in a proud declaration. "My sister. You are indeed my sister! You claim you do not have that ruthless blood in you but what is this? I didn't know that my sister's reasoning for her disagreement to the black dragon being killed is because you loved him."
