Chapter 77: The Saintess (1)
Dolores L Quovadis.
A saintess who turned 16 this year, she is the most likely candidate to become the next head of the Quovadis family.
An undisputed prodigy of the Imperial Academy Colosseo, she hasn't missed a single class since she entered her freshman year using the early admission system, and now in her sophomore year, she is the vice president of the student council.
Her appearance reminded Vikir of a time before the regression.
In the distant past, she had been a saintess, traveling to the front lines of battle against demons and healing the sick, demonstrating firsthand what it meant to be a living saintess.
Called an angel of the battlefield, she saved countless lives, a living example of goodness.
Although she is still young, she already has a strong heart and a clear mind.
Vikir, like all humans who have lived through the Age of Destruction, had respect and affection for the young saintess.
Vikir bowed his head, and the paladins nearby flinched.
Dolores paused, too.
Her senses were acute, and she could smell the animal scent of Vikir's soul, the smell of blood, the smell of oil, and the smell of violence, anger, and hatred.