"Grace? Why is it Grace?"
Louis looked up in confusion at the figure flying in the sky.
He felt an incomparably sacred aura on her, as if a deity had descended.
No, that was a god.
He definitely didn't feel wrong.
That power was identical to the divine power of the Master of Glory.
Merely descending upon this land, that holy aura spread in all directions.
When she raised the scepter in her hand, a vast power spread from her, instantly reflecting on the Knight of the Scorching Sun and each Patriarch in the sky.
In an instant, their auras surged.
Louis squinted his eyes.
Firstly, he could confirm that in this state, Grace was definitely not simply a Divine Favorer.
She was more like an existence more advanced than a Divine Favorer, like a...
"Like the reincarnation of a deity."
Alice murmured.
She wasn't a deity, nor was she a Divine Favorer.
But she was a divine selector.
