It had been three days since Joy came to understand what kind of person the Apostle Prete of the Church of Art truly was.

When she faced him again, her expression was so grim that anyone could read it plainly.

When she stayed silent, she looked angry, and even when she smiled, she appeared as if she was planning to end someone—this was Joy. The look of genuine disgust on her face was so fierce that even Prete, who had met countless people as an Apostle of the Church of Art, was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Um… Lady …