The cold wind continued to rise from the Snow Woman's body, crystallizing into an ice-bolt crossbow in her hands, the string's arrow flickering with a piercing cold light.
She trembled somewhat hysterically, but in the end, she did not raise the crossbow.
"What must I do for you to accept me...
"I don't understand..."
The Snow Woman confronted the Bishop.
[Snow Woman LV45]
Strength:100
Agility:110
Constitution:82
Intelligence:78
Perception:96
Charm:83
Hearing the Snow Woman's heartbreakingly mournful cry, the Cruising Bishop slightly pursed his lips.
Within the Church, factions abound, and the thoughts of each faction and even each individual are not consistent, only unified under the banner of the Saintess.
And he had always opposed the idea of accepting Demons, the reason being the scene before him.
