Noel Wentz, a priest of the Arts Guild, had been hearing the name "Lucy Allen" endlessly for the past few months.

From Apostle Prete, who worships the Goddess of Beauty and Art, to the priests and bishops who claimed to have seen Lucy Allen through the crystal ball, everyone who had even met her once was in a frenzy, desperately wanting to see her again. It was inevitable.

"You weren’t there that day? Seriously!?" "Wow. You really are wasting your life." "I still can’t forget that day. The Apostle didn’t just praise her, he even composed a song for her!"