Ivan watched Vizi nervously, a cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
Sweat drenched his back.
Although there was no evidence, he had a feeling deep inside that the dark faith was right in front of him, not through the Holy Maiden, but through the former Dark Knight, Vizi, who had descended into the Mortal World.
To make the pretty boy happy, had she changed her ways?
The thought was highly disrespectful; Ivan prayed it was just his dirty mind, though the Goddess kept the pretty boy and planned to kill him to silence him, he knew the Goddess was still a good faith.
It must be so!
Ivan took a deep breath, his eyes seeking confirmation from Anastasia, hoping his daughter would deny his unrealistic suspicions.
Vizi is just Vizi, definitely not some Goddess.
Noticing her father's probing gaze, Anastasia sighed inwardly, not wanting her father to know too much, yet he still guessed it.
