Filled with expectations for the future, her pure gaze was as clear as a spring.
Yet, this pure gaze now turned into a fleeting glimpse.
Perhaps this is the price of growth.
Christine fulfilled her wish to become a formal Saintess, even prompting the Old Pope to willingly hand over power.
Moreover, she gained the Goddess of Light's recognition, receiving divine power, her strength surpassing what it once was by an unknown measure.
Roland wanted to ask her, is this what you wanted?
But he didn't, because he'd known the answer long ago.
Of course it is, Christine at least has one thing unchanged, her devotion to the Goddess.
Indeed, she was still the simple Christine, it was just that he had unabashedly held certain expectations.
A Saintess with devout faith is normal, the kind easily swayed by men with a love-struck mind and Holy Water overflowing is what would be considered an odd Saintess.
Roland instantly felt at ease.
