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    ༺ The Lord Is With Us (17) ༻

    Mr. Gilford, the director of Gilford Orphanage, was an elderly man with white hair and a bushy beard.

    Yet, despite his old age, his body was sturdy and full of vitality with muscles that defied his age.

    When I asked him about it, he simply replied with a roaring laugh.

    “Hahaha! Even though I look like this now, I used to be a mercenary that went around hunting down demonic beasts. I even had quite the reputation back in those days.”

    “The rumors were true…”

    As the sun started setting and casting its final rays upon the earth, I found myself engaged in a conversation over a cup of tea with Mr. Gilford in a humble office.

    The Saintess was also currently sitting next to me, her face adorned with the same gentle and courteous smile she always wore in the presence of others.

    She was already a woman of celestial beauty, but the lovely smile truly made her seem deserving of the title ‘Saintess’. Heck, even I had been deceived by that very smile before.

    Now, the very thought of the Saintess possessing a benevolent and warm personality was ridiculous.

    She had a kind heart but wasn’t as pure and innocent as people thought. She always calculated her every move, ensuring she would never be on the losing end.

    Case in point, from what she just muttered under her breath, she seemed to have already investigated Mr. Gilford.

    The practicum was only two weeks long, but it was likely that she’d already learned every detail about the orphanage. She was just that kind person – One who was always thorough in her every action.

    And that woman was gently conversing with Mr. Gilford.

    “I heard that you retired from your long career as a mercenary and built this orphanage that’s currently sheltering over two hundred orphans using your remaining wealth.”

    “Hahaha. I’m grateful for your kind words. I couldn’t have done it alone. It’s all thanks to the support from the Church.”

    Smiling at Mr. Gilford’s humility, the Saintess bowed her head as her gentle voice was tinged with warmth.

    “Even with the Church’s support, how could you have possibly saved even a single orphan if you didn’t have the courage to dedicate your life and fortune to the weak? I wish others would take a page out of your generous heart.”

    Her pink eyes subtly shifted towards me as if telling me I should try to take after him.

    My brows furrowed.

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