Ruan Eternal

"Iver was right."

Just then, a soft, intelligent, childlike voice rang out.

Amid a burst of rainbow light, a girl with white hair and white eyes, dressed in a black-and-red robe, appeared out of thin air behind everyone, accompanied by a ripple of nothingness.

When Iver saw her, his expression grew complicated.

So this was the pure white he had seen before...

He nodded slightly and asked softly, "Pope Your Majesty."

"Don't call me Pope Your Majesty," the young Eternal Pope said with a beaming smile, her voice as gentle as a mother's, like a teacher's. "Just call me Ruan from now on."

Once she was out of combat, her voice immediately softened.

Her earlier sharp and forceful tone had been like that of a teacher stopping a child from doing something dangerous. She had seemed like a nursing mother beast protecting her cubs, her eyes red, as if she would immediately go berserk and tear her opponent apart if they came any closer.

And as she completely calmed down, a gentle and refined air gradually emerged from the slender-looking girl.

It was a style completely different from Ligeia, that carefree loli crone. Even if Ligeia tried to act the part, outsiders could easily tell that she did not belong to that age group. Yet although the Eternal Pope possessed a gentleness and composure beyond her years, there was not the slightest sense of incongruity when one looked at her.

The temple belonging to the Silver Crowned Dragon had already had its ceiling smashed apart by the Perfect One, and sunlight streamed directly down onto her. Under the light, Ruan's overly pale skin reflected a pure radiance that was intoxicating.

"Ruan..."

Iver murmured the name.

He had heard it from the Candle Holder before.

"My name is Ruan Eternal."

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