Shaking her head lightly, Anastasia answered seriously.
“No suspicious situations, everything’s normal.
After seeing your magic, the people in the shelter are in much better spirits.
They’re even calling you the Holy Child, or a divine messenger.”
Being called the Holy Child is understandable, but being called a divine messenger is a bit much—my wings are just for show.
Fia cleared her throat.
“Ahem, let’s put that aside for now.
I ran into something strange here.”
As she spoke, Fia took out four diamond-shaped throwing knives with a silvery sheen from her storage backpack.
Anastasia frowned.
“What’s this…?”
“These...
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