Golden light enveloped the little girl's entire body.
When the light faded, her tattered clothes instantly looked brand-new.
A brand-new white dress, with delicate lace embroidered at the cuffs, was not only clean and neat but even had a few extra cute decorations.
The little girl looked down at her new clothes, completely stunned. She froze for several seconds before finally reacting.
"Is... is this mine?"
"Yes."
Haimo nodded.
"!!!"
"Th-th-thank you, Lord God!"
"Thank you, Lord God! Thank you, Lord God!"
The little girl looked down at her new clothes, her skirt fluttering through the air to reveal spotless white socks and dainty leather shoes. So excited that she spun around several times on the spot, she cheered and bowed to Haimo, her little face brimming with pure joy.
As the first and second questions received answers.
More questions came pouring in.
"Lord God, my leg is hurt. Can you heal it for me?"
"Lord God, I want a rag doll. Can I have one?"
"Lord God..."
Haimo listened carefully to every question these little girls asked, then answered them one by one.
Such an attitude was far too unfamiliar to these little girls, who had been considered monsters since birth.
From childhood, they had been taught that they were cursed beings, kin to monsters, enemies of humanity.
Even those who outwardly advocated "coexistence between humans and cursed little girls" merely used them as tools to fight the Gastrea.
No one had ever treated them as ordinary little girls.
But this Lord God was completely different.
That night.
Haimo answered countless questions.
Some were about food.
Some were about clothes.
Some were about places to live.
Some were about the adults who had chased and beaten them.
Others were about companions who would never return.
By then.