Chapter 467: Saint Ai

"Careful," said the man in front of her, who was the oldest priest in the temple. It was no other than the man leading the religion of Schelera, Scholar Jermyn. "Your body is still new."

His words did not make sense, nor did she think she would hear them in her lifetime. Instead, her body was always called ugly, hideous, and deformed.

"Where..." Her sentence got cut off by her voice, which was different now. It was clearer, softer, and more magnetic. The Scholar in front of her turned to look around as if he was new to this place.

"A room in the temple," he said. "This room has been kept for ages until you finally appear," his words suggested that she was never here, despite living in the temple for years.

"I... was always here," she pushed herself up the bed and realized that her body was different as well. It was as if someone had taken away all of the aches she felt and molded her body a new. Furthermore, she realized that she was not wearing her veil.