Peace and silence enveloped the Garden. Gentle sunlight filtered through the treetops, leaving tiny, dappled patches of light on the stone path.
A breeze brushed past, carrying clear birdsong and an intoxicating floral fragrance. Together with the vibrant scenery, they formed a beautiful picture.
Beside a fallen leaf, a young woman knelt in prayer.
Her eyes were lightly closed, her spotless hair hanging down as slanting light quietly spilled over it, casting a golden halo.
Her gentle face wore such a dignified, holy expression that she seemed like a sage who never ceased to pity the world.
Yet a closer look revealed that beneath her modest Nun's Habit was a daring lace skirt with high slits. Snow-white, translucent stockings encased her long, graceful legs, digging visibly into her slightly full thighs.
Just looking at those smooth, lustrous thighs seemed enough to imagine how incredible they would feel.
Desire permeated the sacred, and allure mingled with purity.
This was certainly not an outfit Yushua Delan had chosen to wear willingly. But Jonas could only provide Nun's Habits in this style, and confined to the Alt Conglomerate without the freedom to go anywhere, she could only swallow her embarrassment and accept it.
In Jonas's words-I am the new master of the Void Realm Church, and the rules say you can only wear this kind of Nun's Habit when praying.
Honestly, did having almost the entire Void Realm Church under his command mean he could do whatever he pleased?
Click.
As the young woman pondered, the Garden gate was gently pushed open, and a man in a shirt appeared before Yushua.
"Good morning, Miss Yushua." Jonas watched her for a moment, noticing her kneeling posture. "Were you praying? Sorry for interrupting."
"I just finished my prayers. There's no need to apologize, Mr. Jonas."