Warning: [First person perspective/non-female worldview/cp difference/main attack]
The taciturn iceberg nun is attacked × the arrogant and poisonous bard is attacked
(I am neither an attack control nor a controlled person, I am a pure product girl)
When the adventurer who calls herself "Miss Nun" was still a child, she would not know that in the future, when human development reaches its peak and everyone is complacent, an unexpected disaster will come - a strange golden mist surges on the earth, blocking the spread of all communication signals. The messengers who volunteered to step into the golden mist never came back.
The isolation of communication, the failure of technology, and the fear of death have made people's thoughts and lives regress back to the Middle Ages. Gone were the notions of nations and even cities, leaving isolated villages worshiping deities so foul that human language could barely describe them.
And she would not have known that when she had become numb and had almost forgotten the past, she had met a bard from the outside world who had strayed in; she had brought fresh wind, long-lost singing, and an almost forgotten freedom.
"Is your world-saving organization still hiring?"
"Of course!"
"Miss Nun" does not predict the future.
But she knew the world would get better, and that was enough.
Intention: Even if the road ahead is not clear, we will definitely move forward
