Sally was meeting her face to face for the first time and sized her up; with a lolita face and a mature woman's figure, even she as a woman found her pleasing to the eye—let alone a man. Surely no one could resist her allure.
"So you are the real Lena Baines, right?"
"Yes," Lena sat down beside her, swinging her legs back and forth like a little girl, adorable and mischievous, "Sister Sally, your battle record is so impressive! Not only are all the males alive, but you've also had a cub. The title of Holy Mother is yours for the taking!"
"Not necessarily, it depends on the Holy Monarch's will," Sally replied.
"Sister Sally, no need to be modest. I'd bet a hundred lollipops that you are the Holy Mother." Lena pulled out two lollipops from the System Space, handing one to Sally.
Sally took it but did not eat it, just looking at the rainbow-colored wrapping paper, "Lena, how old are you?"
"One hundred and thirty-five years old, how about Sister Sally?"
