Ailet x Terry [Part 1 Complete]

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"Oh my. I'm sorry to be surprised, child."

A middle-aged woman with gray hair sitting in the frost of the year entered the chapel.

She wore a crimson spirit over a white priestly uniform over both shoulders, and at a glance she could see that it was a cardinal's double.

In fact, a considerable divine power was felt in her.

Whoa, the real cardinal? It's exquisite timing.

"Were you in the morning prayer?"

"Oh, yes, I'm giving it to you every morning."

"He's a rare faithful child. And......."

The gaze of the cardinal, who stretched his horse, stayed above my head.

"He's also a special child."

At the moment, I instinctively smeared a little at the feeling of something being read.

Who the hell is this guy? And what to see in the White Writer?

"Looks like you're wondering who I am. This is a white man, so you can call me Godlady Gillette."

"Oh!"

Godlady Gillette. So the Countess's mother-in-law and Bianca's grandmother.

As a user of Gillette's backwriting, he is bound to hear a lot of stories.

The patrons of the White Writings remembered the godfather Gillette as a strict and faithful master.

Strict. Faithfulness.

The class described by these crude words is usually conservative, and she does not seem to have been able to become a flesh-and-blood mother-in-law to the commoner countess.

Still, there was not much friction.

The godfather declared that a few years after Bianca's birth, he would devote himself to religious life and passed on to the Elpenheim Principality.

'I've only heard that you're a religious person, but I'm going to be a cardinal.'

As the denomination allowed marriage, this kind of family relationship seemed to be possible.

I put aside the idea of doing the job and decided to start with the greeting.

"I see Godfather Gillette. I......."

"Ailette Rodelaine. I remember."

...... Maybe the presence of my ice body was pretty great.

At that time, wondering if the hallway was becoming noisy, a group of people appeared.

At the forefront were the Countess and Bianca.

"Uh, Mother, are you here?"

"Come on, Grandmother."

The godfather looked at Bianca, who greeted her expressionlessly. The direction in which the presbytery eyes were facing was once upon their heads, not on their faces.

It is also the height of the gaze that makes you feel upset.

At that time, the Prophet gave a hint at where he could intervene. ['The Word of Building the World' is an interesting observation of 'Catleja Gillet'.] what? Katlea Gillette?

Called Cardinal Catleja?

'...... Alas, so.'

I remembered the name at the same time.

What is her innate inherent ability apart from divine power.✠Those in the denomination who regard diligence and temperance as virtues eat breakfast from the breeze of dawn.