Is The Poor, Long-Suffering Saintess Getting Cling-Cling-Cling-Clung To By That Blond Brat Again?

Chapter 15: I told you to wear the saint’s clothes tonight, did you hear me?

If the Military Police are dealt with. Will the public order in Atester City really fall apart? Sis, do you even hear what you’re saying? A bunch of people who…