The next day, she went to have breakfast at the inn.
"You should come too, Mina."
"Understood, Master. Is the breakfast there so good? I should ask for the recipes, then."
Cecilia chuckled as they got out of the house.
"It's not that, silly. I just like to be there at this time of the day. That's all."
Cecilia was wearing a light blue and purple casual dress, while Mina wore her normal maid uniform. The duo looked a bit out of place, walking through the village streets looking like an aristocrat and her maid.
Cecilia could still hear some whispers of 'saint' when people saw her, but they had diminished a lot since the other day.
It wasn't something that influenced her decision to live in Aberswan, but she later had the thought that if she moved there, she would become more familiar to the people there. Familiarity destroys sanctification. That's her train of thought.
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"Good morning, Miss Cecilia. Mina, too. Are you here for breakfast?"
