"The Pope's daughter!?" The Hero covered his mouth in astonishment.
She looked again at the Black Dream Key before her, puzzled—her haggard face unadorned, pale from days without sunlight, her hair and eye color very close, yet under the slanting light of the setting sun, the soft hair reflected a faint pale gold, while the melancholy, muddled pupils revealed a deep blue when carefully observed.
Though not obvious, the colors were indeed identical to the Pope's.
Neither blue nor gold are common colors among civilians, so this means...
'That old man plans to rebel? His daughter is actually a Key of the Door, and for the Dream Sect!' The Depraved Hero clicked his tongue in surprise.
"Are you very curious why I am so afraid, obsessed with the Divine Knowledge Saintess?"
Seeing the Hero's reaction, the Black Dream Key coldly laughed.
