The girl who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere was of unknown origin. She completely ignored Sandora's mental interference, as if this place had been her target from the start. She kept peering into the courtyard while loudly calling Father God's name...
Well, I might actually know where she came from. It was just that the answer was a little too shocking...
"Hey, that guy is really irritating. Is it fun hiding all day?" The woman with the long dark-purple ponytail stood with her hands on her hips, glaring displeasedly at my large house as she muttered away in frustration. While she was complaining, I got a chance to take a good look at her: she was a very pretty girl, with delicate features and smooth skin. There was an almost imperceptible blush on her cheeks, and her slightly narrow eyes held a lively restlessness that never seemed to settle down. It gave her refined appearance a touch of brisk energy. Judging by looks alone, she had something of a girl-next-door feel. She was not very tall, maybe five foot five, certainly no more than five foot six. Yet even beneath that long coat, it was obvious that she had a pretty good figure. She was half a head shorter than Qian Qian, yet had Snowy's figure. Her black trench coat was interesting too. Its surface showed no fabric texture at all; instead, dim shifting patterns drifted across it, appearing and disappearing. It reminded me of Viska's black evening gown. Both were made from the same mysterious material, perhaps not even matter at all. But Viska's dress took the elegant route—even if the person wearing it was a hooligan—while this one took the commoner's route—even if the person wearing it might be a God King.
Yeah, very likely a God