Lionheart Castle.
Lakefront Mansion.
Suddenly, a trail of hoofprints appeared across the sky, as if someone had carved them into the clouds. Upon closer observation, a tiny black dot could be seen on the horizon, rapidly enlarging until it revealed a divine steed with eight legs.
At that moment, the Goddess of Salvation sitting on a lakeside bench, her head lowered as she flipped through a book, blinked her eyes and looked up at the pair of long, slender legs that appeared before her. Instinctively raising her gaze, she found herself facing a mature young woman with milk-white, cascading hair.
Their eyes met.
"May I ask who you are?" The Goddess of Salvation gently closed her book and placed it on her knees, offering a polite smile that carried the elegance of a noble young lady—etiquette she had learned from Miss Anastasia.
