Chapitre 300: Chapter 153: How can I, an angel, sleep in a cold bed? Call out the Holy Maiden for a séance_3

By the way, in Wayne's fantasy, the Goddess of Death was a history teacher, with long, straight black hair, a beautiful disposition, and a cool, strict exterior, hiding a tender heart that yearned for understanding.

With his devout faith, even if he truly believed in the Heavenly Father, the latter was only the principal of the school next door, and he wouldn't get the Stigmata.

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Life is tough, Wayne sighed. He did want to believe, but as he kept believing, the high and mighty goddesses suddenly switched to black stockings.

The Heavenly Father didn't wear those; they went right over His head!

...

"Mister Wayne, look at this Holy Sword, passed down for three hundred years, embodying the lifelong faith of a Holy Knight, forged of mere iron but long since shaped into a Divine Artifact by his thoughts."

"Run-of-the-mill stuff, Mona, take it."