The top floor of a grand, luxurious church,
had become hers alone.
Three days ago, Yuxuan had arrived here. That day, the expected scene of ten thousand people worshipping her never came to pass. Her
identity seemed to have been temporarily concealed,
and then she had been brought here.
According to that old man... ah, the Pope. According to the old man, they would wait for a clear day
for Yuxuan to make a spectacular entrance,
and then officially take up residence in Chicago or something.
In short, all they needed was something like a divine miracle.
Since three days ago, Yuxuan had been under a sort of house arrest in this room. Several armed soldiers stood guard outside the door,
though of course, there was no way they could stop her.
Still, Yuxuan wasn't in a hurry to leave. She wanted to see what that old man was planning.
Meals were delivered every day, and there were plenty of snacks, too. They'd even brought her a string of garlic, saying it was an Asian specialty...
Yuxuan lowered her head and looked at the cup of latte and a clove of snow-white garlic on the table. Her mouth twitched. She touched the corner of her lips with a finger and hesitated for a moment. In the end,
she gritted her teeth, tossed the garlic into her mouth, and chewed it fiercely.
"Crunch~~~"
"Ugh~~~ So spicy~"
As soon as the clove of garlic entered her mouth, its distinctive pungency filled her mouth. Yuxuan's eyes watered from the heat, and she quickly picked up the latte on the table
and gulped down a mouthful.
At once... an indescribably complicated flavor swirled around Yuxuan's mouth.
The taste was impossible to describe: spiciness mixed with bitterness, bitterness with milk, milk with garlic, garlic with