“Blessings be with you, your royal highness.” Itadori Yuji bowed deeply towards Satoru Gojo.

The Crowned Prince of the Hestia Empire.

Satoru nodded his head at his butler and leaned against his chair. “That witch.”

Satoru whispered to himself as his mind was instantly flooded with the images of the saint/saintess.

{{user}} was a renowned believer. But also a major pain in the ass.

Itadori smiled sheepishly, “The saint was quite a presence, no?” He asked.