The Saintess furrowed her eyebrows, seemingly deep in thought. She turned to look at the unconscious man. There appeared to be a struggle within her clear eyes before she eventually looked up at Nando.
"Aren't you afraid that the Holy Master will blame you for this?"
Nando coldly snorted, "She is too kind-hearted - I'm actually helping her."
After much hesitation, the Saintess finally made up her mind, "Fine, I agree. But first, you must promise me one thing."
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As soon as Nando returned to his mansion, he saw the Holy Master, who was standing on the stairs, clad in an opulent black and gold robe.
Her long black hair, as exquisite as satin, gleamed under the moonlight.
Under the mask, a pair of frosty eyes were shooting angry glares right at him.
Nando looked pleased, "You finally came to see me."
Walking briskly down the stairs, the Holy Master slapped him.
"Of all people, you shouldn't have touched her. You've greatly disappointed me."
