Bab 166: A Slave to the Gaze

Artie couldn't breathe all of a sudden. The last dream was when she was indeed having her hair up in a ponytail. It was also the time when she was very angry. She then started chuckling. "Ah… you saw that? I don't think I can say that was Heaven though. That life was complete hell, but, hey—thanks for letting me know than actually hiding it from me. I don't know what to do if I had to hide something, but you actually knew…

"Not that I really wanted to hide things. I just find it rather convenient sometimes." Artie chuckled before tucking her hair behind her ear. "I don't know why I am the one tasked to answer the prayers of the people here, but… I really like it here. Do you still think I'm an angel?"