Greg had thought that no matter how well he answered in the Preliminary Debate, it still shouldn't have been enough to make Saintess Veronica want to meet him personally.
After all, he was only a second-year student, while she was the current Saintess of the Church of Light. The gulf between their positions was enormous.
But now, it seemed he had still underestimated the answers that the experts in the player community had compiled through countless rounds of testing and refinement.
He supposed this counted as standing on the shoulders of giants.
"Even without seeing her, I can be certain that bitch's emissary has a truly enormous pair on her chest."
As Greg headed down the corridor toward Veronica's room, Nightmare's voice suddenly rang out in his mind, carrying the certainty of someone who had seen it all.
Greg paused, then thought back carefully and realized she was right.
Both Sylvia, the Saintess candidate, and Veronica, the current Saintess, had an impressive pair of breasts.
He couldn't help marveling inwardly: I suppose that particular asset must be one of the Goddess of Light Seraphina's strict selection criteria?
Greg said, "What, are you going to say theirs are fake too?"
"No."
Nightmare sighed with the air of someone speaking from experience.
"I merely realized that she still hasn't escaped the shadow I cast over her. It's all my fault. As a goddess, I was simply too beautiful, and left her with far too much psychological trauma."
Greg said, "Ha. Come tell me that once you've escaped your Hachimi form. For now, go play with that mechanical bird I bought you, and stop interrupting my thoughts."
With that, Greg stopped bantering with Nightmare and turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
He began seriously considering why Veronica wanted to see