The Bright Saintess didn't look extraordinarily different at first glance, roughly around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, her entire body enveloped in a wide robe. Her features were ordinary, much like a typical Western girl, but what set her apart were her eyes — deep and vibrant. If you looked closely, it was as if a vast ball of light slept within them, but no one could see exactly what lay inside that ball of light!
"May I ask what the Saintess has gained from this visit?" Dragon King slowly sipped his tea and spoke indifferently.
The Bright Saintess and her party had already inspected the werewolf's corpse, and they came to a conclusion immediately.
This werewolf was not one from the Dark Cathedral, because his bloodline was impure! Having fought against the Dark Cathedral for thousands of years, they might understand the Dark Cathedral even better than it understood itself!
