During the day, she was a saint. At night, she transformed into an ace musketeer. It was her duty to enforce justice and preserve the holiness of the church. She never considered herself as a person of many trades.
And yet, every part of her would gradually be defiled. She had accepted every form of indignity imaginable. Were she a normal person, she surely would have expired from such torture. But not she. Not once did she curse the gods for what she had suffered.
Her unwavering piety had gained admiration. "What do you say? Will you join our fight and become a vanguard of the gods?" She had no reason or inclination to decline such a righteous offer. "It would be my honor... You have my sincerest gratitude!"