"Is that so? I never expected it to happen at a time like this. Tell them directly. Don't worry—even if Evangelista XI learns about it, she won't do anything to them."
"You don't seem surprised by this at all."
Even Theresa had been greatly shocked by Little Cecilia's existence, yet Kal'tsit remained exceptionally calm upon hearing the news. From her tone, she also seemed quite familiar with Evangelista XI, Laterano's current Pope.
"I understand. If they ask, give them your name." Seeing Kal'tsit fall silent, Shen Fei did not press the matter further. For women, age was their greatest secret—especially for a woman like Kal'tsit, whose age might be over four digits. Handgrip strength meter warning.
Unfortunately, Shen Fei did not know that his estimate of Kal'tsit's age was still wrong. Her age was not in the five digits, but beyond them.
"I can tell you the situation, but it may overturn everything you've always believed. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"Tell us." Fiammetta spoke bluntly.
"Fine. This is what happened." Shen Fei then explained Little Cecilia's origins.
"How could that be possible?" Exusiai cried out in disbelief. The others were likewise so shocked that they remained speechless for a long while. As Laterano citizens, they knew full well how severe the consequences would be if this matter leaked out.
"Nothing is impossible. Take her, for example." Shen Fei pointed at Mostima. Her black horns and black wings seemed to carry another layer of meaning at that moment.
To the Sankta, Mostima's black feet and black wings signified Falling—a punishment for violating Laterano's most fundamental Thirteen Laws. But now, could Falling mean that a Sankta became a Sarkaz? If one pursued that question further, might the Sarkaz have descended from Fallen Sankta?
"What a poor kid. Before