Pandora sighed silently.

The door to the prayer room was opened, and then the footsteps gradually faded away.

As Ai Cao yawned, preparing to drift into a new dream, she heard new footsteps again.

These footsteps were different from Pandora's.

It is joyful and youthful.

The girl threw herself onto the quilt covered in mugwort, laughing as she said, "Sister Mugwort! I did it!"

Artemisia struggled for a moment under the covers, then poked her head and arms out. The first thing that caught her eye was Lillian's long, dark brown hair.

Lillian's long hair, which was originally neatly tied up, is now casually draped over her shoulders, making her eyes appear even more gentle, like a lake.

Artemisia relaxed her furrowed brows and patted her head with a smile: "Good morning, Lillian."

Lillian smiled and said, "Good morning, Sister Artemisia."

Lillian then realized that she was currently sprawled on Ai Cao's blanket. Her face flushed slightly, she stood to the side, watching Ai Cao tidy up the blanket with a little embarrassment.

After putting the quilt back in the closet, Ai Cao carefully examined Lillian's current attire.

Lillian changed her clothes.

Although the clothes are still dark-colored, they have changed from black to dark green. The apron that used to be worn is gone, and instead, several bunches of dried fruit are tied around the waist as decoration.

Artemisia didn't see Lillian's corset.

Ai Cao asked, "Are you comfortable in these clothes?"

Lillian nodded, blushing.

She turned around in front of the mugwort and exclaimed excitedly, "I love this outfit!" She breathed in the fresh air, "I feel...free."

“She’s already a witch,” the bishop said calmly, appearing out of nowhere. His gentle gaze lingered on Lillian for a moment before turning to Artemisia.

The bishop smiled and asked, "And you? Do you want to be a vampire hunter?"