The Power of Alma
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Saint Servant, Monn's small villa.
Alma was not happy to hear Monn's words. Her smile was still a little forced.
She said softly, "I see. But because my strength suddenly increased, I can't control it, so... "
Monn's smile instantly froze.
He stepped forward, and Alma hurriedly opened the bathroom door.
A small body wrapped in a towel appeared.
Because of the impurities that had been excreted by the Holy Maiden Fruit.
It also made Alma's clothes dirty, and there was a strange stench on them.
Alma couldn't put them back on.
She had to wear a towel.
Monn walked into the bathroom.
His face froze.
The showerhead that should have been hanging, was broken.
The bathtub made of white tiles was full of cracks. Monn even saw a few bricks falling.
There were a few small footprints on the floor.
It was obvious that they were of Alma's feet.
Monn couldn't help but look at the footprints.