How Can the Saintess Be a Boy!?

04

Isn't the traversal male? ? ?

Why didn't Teresti mention to me that the rider was a girl?

Judging from the current situation, my first meeting with the traverser was messed up.

Me, the Virgin of the Holy Light Church.

She, the brave who crossed over from another dimension.

The plot of our encounter turned out to run into a bath with her. What kind of person did I become?

I took the initiative to let the doorway, and stood awkwardly watching. After a while, the door of the bathroom opened. She came out, wearing strange costumes of different dimensions, contrasting blue and white, loosely.

Eh--? The left side of the clothes zipper is embroidered with a pattern and four small characters near the chest--

Really ... light ... attached ... in?

Is the code of an organization of a different dimension?

Look at her personally, because the short hair is like a boy with a pretty eyebrow, plus the style of her clothes is regardless of gender, it is no wonder that Tristi will admit it.

Teresi ca n’t even tell that I ’m a women ’s boy, and it ’s understandable now that I ca n’t tell a girl in men ’s clothes!

The situation in front of her was-I and her looked at each other, very embarrassing.

"Sorry ... I broke in without knocking." I said.

"Come with me," she said calmly.

I followed her silently and returned to the living room. The scene of the first meeting I envisioned turned into a place where Xingshi confessed?

She sat on the couch with her hips but I didn't.

"You already know."

"Don't worry, I will keep a secret for you!"

I quickly told her.

Very, very sincerely.

"Huh? You ..."

She was surprised, and I continued to hit the iron while hot: "Although I don't know why you pretend to be a boy, it doesn't matter, I understand you very well."

"Why, what? What can you understand ..."

She was a little stingy by my language offensive.

"I really understand you."

I sincerely say.

It's like understanding myself as a man.

"You don't have to tell me why, I will keep a secret for you ...!"

"Aren't you ... the Queen's?" She asked me.

Obviously it's not that easy to believe me?

"Since I have been chosen as your maid, of course I will serve you. Not to mention that you are the prophet of the Holy Light. I also expect you to defeat the Demon King. I should of course stand by your side, don't I?"

In fact, I didn't care to know that she was a girl. Since the sage who was prophesied by the light-that is me-is a boy. It's no surprise that the brave man who predicted the defeat of that man was a woman dressed as a man in private.

Just a joke for the Holy Light ...

Seeing that she was still hesitant, I sincerely touched my chest and said to her with a smile, "Please believe me, I believe in the Holy Light, and I will never lie."

"Holy light ...? Sure enough, there will be some strange religions in other worlds." She said softly.

"It's not a weird religion. The holy light is real." I told her seriously. As a maiden, of course I must support my faith at this time!

"Well, offended. In fact, there are many religions in my world, but the most powerful is this--"

I watched as she took a square flat object out of her pants pocket.

"But the power is exhausted, and it is just a piece of scrap iron to bring to another world."

I stared at her silently.

Does she trust me or not? At least I can't figure it out.

Then her eyes met me.

"You said that the Holy Light is real. Is there magic in your world?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"really have?"

I seem to see her eyes light up.

"Yeah, magic and magicians are common."

"Then, will you be magic?"

I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I will only have some miracles of light."

"The miracle of the Holy Light is good, can you let me have a look?"

Satisfying the curiosity of the brave is also one of my job, I readily agreed.

"Can you lend me what you have?" I asked politely.

"You want a cell phone?"

She had a confused expression, but still gave me the thing.

I held the square in my hand and tapped it slightly to inject the light into it.

Accompanied by a pleasant music, its black mirror surface turned white, and a bite of apple emerged.

"Can it be turned on ????"

She rose from the sofa in surprise, and I handed it back to her.

"Can you actually charge?" She looked at the things in her hand in disbelief and looked at me again:

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