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

Chapter 12: Rules? I, Aililan, am the rule!

Aililan kept smiling. No one could tell what she was really thinking inside. Bishop Wilma had a sudden realization; this Saintess didn’t seem as innocent as she appeared. At least,…