"Miss Nighthawk, hello. I am the Natural Saintess—Alice Wind."
*So, she's from the Gale Tribe...*
Nightingale felt a sense of solemn respect.
As a renowned priest tribe, the Gale Tribe was always revered by other Elf Tribes, holding a status second only to the Royal Family!
She pressed her lips together and returned a greeting, though somewhat awkwardly:
"You... hello!"
Alice smiled faintly and said,
"I know you have many questions in your heart; don't worry... I called you here to answer them one by one."
Hearing Alice's words, Nightingale breathed a sigh of relief.
She hesitated for a moment and asked,
"Has the True God... really returned?"
Alice nodded, her expression reflecting a hint of fervor,
"Of course."
After speaking, she gently raised her hands, and a radiant light emanated from her body...
a Silver Priest!
Feeling that holy energy, Nightingale's eyes widened.
At the same time, her doubts disappeared entirely.
A priest of silver level...