Looking at the blue-haired girl before him, whose shapely figure could hardly be concealed even by her white priestly robes,
Jiang Yang could not help recalling the flag-bearing princess he had met in the ruins of a kingdom's capital during his expedition to Olympus all those years ago.
The same long blue hair, the same beautiful face.
Only, compared to back then, she had gained a trace of maturity and composure, along with a touch of noble, otherworldly grace.
As that familiar impression surfaced from his memories, Jiang Yang broke into a sunny smile and said gently,
"I remember you, Yuna. You were the princess whose kingdom's capital was destroyed several hundred years ago."
Hearing that Jiang Yang still remembered her, Yuna's face lit up with a happy smile.
To her, nothing could bring greater joy than being remembered by the god she worshipped.
Beside them, Filiya also spoke happily to Jiang Yang.
"Lord God King, you don't know how rapidly the Midsummer Dynasty has expanded over these past few hundred years. Throughout that time, Yuna has been tirelessly traveling the mortal world for your faith."
"We met during that time too, didn't we, Yuna!"
Yuna smiled shyly and said with a soft chuckle,
"It was all thanks to Her Highness the Dark Lady. Yuna merely did a few things within her abilities."
Seeing that Yuna did not pride herself on her accomplishments, but remained as serene as water, Filiya let out a smiling breath, gently hugged her, and stroked her head dotingly.
"All right, all right, little Yuna. You're still so modest. I like you more and more."
"Your Highness the Dark Lady... mmph, mmph..."
Shafts of sunlight streamed through the church ceiling, shining upon the blonde girl and the blue-haired girl as they embraced.
A deeply sincere smile