So this was what a golden soul looked like. It felt no different from an ordinary person...
In the church's backyard, Sister Yuka Shirose sat on the steps, kneading and rubbing the cheeks of the man before her with both hands as she muttered to herself.
That was right. In Yuka Shirose's perception, the figure before her glowed with a strange, holy gold, warm as sunlight.
As the saying went, fortune and misfortune went hand in hand. Because she suffered from congenital amblyopia, her perception of her surroundings was even sharper than that of ordinary people, allowing her to sense anyone harboring goodwill or malice.
That was precisely why Yuka Shirose had always been deeply wary of Father Yongli, who usually seemed so gentle.
"You can see?"
Samael came back to his senses and happened to notice that the nun before him had opened her half-lidded eyes. She stared directly at him, her gaze filled with spiritual radiance and curiosity, leaving him somewhat surprised.
"Yes, it's gradually recovering. All thanks to the Lord's salvation, which has allowed me to slowly overcome my old ailment and see the light again."
Yuka Shirose nodded, crossing her hands over her chest in habitual prayer. A devout and proud smile appeared on her calm face.
Samael's thoughts stirred, and he asked as if casually.
"Salvation?"
"Of course, it's..."
Just as the nun was about to answer, she seemed to realize something. Her voice abruptly stopped. She quietly looked at the man before her, shook her head slightly, and smiled thoughtfully.
"Sorry, that is not something I can explain."
"Uh, sorry. That was presumptuous of me."
Though he had not obtained a definite answer from Yuka Shirose, Samael already understood. Tactfully changing the subject, he made casual conversation.
"By the way, how does it feel