"Where's Father Arno?"
"He's leading the children in hymn-singing, come with me."
Nicole led Meow and walked into the church.
As soon as they entered, they heard the children's singing.
Meow sat down and traced a cross over her chest, listening devoutly to the children singing the hymn.
Her gaze moved from the children to Father Arno. Today he was wearing a black priest's cassock. His brows and eyes were gentle and warm, his features clear and elegant. He might not be as stunning and unforgettable as Tyr, but he made people feel warm and at ease.
Although Meow had spent very, very little time with Father Arno, perhaps because he was the one who brought her out of the darkness, Meow instinctively trusted him the most in her heart.
Most importantly, he was a priest.
