Ilia has been obsessed with blasphemy since she was a child.
There's more than one.
Let the ascetic light pant, let the passionate life be single-minded, let the indifferent darkness be jealous, and let the cruel death become gentle.
So,
Next door, Seattle was still playing in the mud, and she was encountering life.
Next door, Seattle was practicing magic seriously, and she was thinking about holding hands with the darkness.
Next door, Seattle is trying to get into Holy Light Academy. She is thinking about what to wear on a date with death.
Seattle next door has transformed into a saint of light. She is so comfortable that she sits in the arms of light and kisses her.
The natural black heroine Ilia x the gods who conquers the gods every day
Mission: Where there is a will, there is a way