On the road leading to an inn within the Heavenly City, a young man and a woman sat inside an unmarked carriage. The woman was as beautiful as an angel, while the young man was handsome and full of charisma.
Aldrian had decided to bring Angelica outside to meet Sylphia and the rest of his group. It was much better than being constantly confined within the main church.
The pope did not find it troublesome and happily granted him permission to take Angelica out of the church. Due to her status and condition, she rarely left, which was understandable. This was a good opportunity for her to spend some time outside the church.
Aldrian let out a small sigh as he glanced at Angelica again. Her life was pitiful, and she had little opportunity to experience the real world beyond her role as the church's Saintess. His gaze shifted to her blind eyes, then to her legs beneath her elegant white dress.
"Can I fix something that has been there and unchanged since her birth?" he thought.
