"Even so, my status is still far away from hers, not to mention she's the Goddess of Light's favored."
"So..."
Tom gently clapped his hands, his tone calm, his smile sincere, "Don't worry, Jerry. I'm not a clueless fool. I know Saintess and I are from two different worlds."
"She is the Goddess's favored. Even if she's out of favor, she is the Governor's woman. I only respect and admire her."
"Huh?"
This time it was Jerry's turn to be surprised.
He didn't expect Tom to be so calm, even less that he could accept Christine and the Governor's rumors so peacefully.
For some reason, Tom's calmness made him somewhat uneasy.
But Tom kept avoiding a question; he didn't say whether he liked the Saintess or not.
Jerry was about to ask again, but was intimidated by Tom's gaze. Beneath the extreme calm, there was an even deeper sadness.
Jerry opened his mouth but said nothing, just patted his good friend's shoulder.
This is the romance unique to teens.
