This was somewhat beyond Lucifer's expectations. Even now, she still hadn't recovered, her thoughts stuck in the state of primordial chaos from when the heavens and earth were first created.
In short: she was completely dumbfounded.
"Lucy, wake up."
Charlotte came in carrying a piece of clothing—a black nun's habit. She had heard that Charlotte had worn this dress when she was little, and that it had been remade from one of Mother Teresa's old garments.
In other words, it was a dress with a certain smell... I mean, a sense of heritage.
Lucifer opened her eyes and sat up blankly. Charlotte began fussing with her hair, carefully combing it with a very good mood. "Little Lucy, your hair is so nice. You didn't even wash it last night, yet it isn't greasy at all."
Lucifer didn't want to speak to Charlotte and merely gave her a hollow look.
Charlotte quickly dressed Lucifer in the nun's habit and took her to the kitchen behind the convent. In the past, only Mother Teresa and Charlotte had lived in the convent. Now that there was temporarily a little girl as well, they prepared a little more breakfast than usual.
Mother Teresa and Charlotte prayed before eating, while Lucifer remained motionless. Once Mother Teresa and Charlotte finished praying, Charlotte used a spoon to feed freshly prepared vegetable soup to Lucifer.
When the milky-white soup reached Lucifer's lips, her upper and lower jaws barely moved. The thick, fragrant soup, with a faint fishy... fresh flavor from the dried fish added to it, spilled out, and Charlotte hurriedly wiped the traces from the corners of Lucifer's mouth with a handkerchief.
The child didn't even move her mouth. Charlotte could only use her hand to provide a little assistance and help her eat.
Whether it was