Lanci walked slowly toward the nun.
She seemed to feel his presence and slowly lifted her head from her prayers, turning around under the sunset light in the Holy Temple.
Their eyes met, his green pupils visible beneath the mask.
A look of surprise and joy appeared on her face.
Even though Siegler had become a dignified nun, the cunning sparkle like that of a wolf, yet with a girl's vivacity, still twinkled in her clear and bright purple eyes.
"It's been a long time."
Lanci looked at Siegler, who was dressed as a nun.
Her eyes, shimmering like purple crystals, were always bright and clear.
One could think she was the Queen of this land.
"Rocky!"
The nun rushed over and hugged Lanci.
Decades had passed, and her body had undergone a complete transformation; her loose nun's robe could not hide her full curves.
In a flash, she recognized that familiar scent on the man wearing the mask.
"You're not a little girl anymore, you can't just hug me like this when you see me."