It was noon.
The Saintess sat calmly across from the elf man before her; no, the orc whose skin had merely changed to look human, and she poked at her salad while studying him closely.
'He's handsome.'
If he hadn't been a giant towering well over two meters and had been a more reasonable height just over 180 centimeters, his face would have been enough to conquer the world. With the orc's green skin peeled away, even the slightly blunter ears characteristic of orcs, not quite as pointed as an elf's, looked rather endearing.
'No. This is the Goddess's meddling. Get a grip.'
The Saintess treated the voice of the Goddess screaming "Yes!" inside her head as the Devil's whisper. No matter how closely his appearance had changed to resemble an elf, his genes were still orc.
"What are you staring at so intently?"
"I'm curious why you received the Goddess's grace."
