The gazes of the two crossed as if asking what on earth the other was talking about.
'Just once? What exactly did you do?'
'Ah, that... that's not it. More importantly, what do you mean by the Saintess!'
Priscia's eyes narrowed.
This face was exactly like the apprentice priests caught in an unwholesome romance.
If this were a ploy to change the subject, it would be quite the impressive acting performance.
However, to Priscia, who already knew Frenda, she looked truly flustered. It was clear she was hiding something bothersome that she didn't want her supervisor to know.
Well, she hadn't come all this way to nitpick over such trivial matters right now. Priscia brushed it off roughly.
'You felt it too, didn't you, Priestess Frenda? The aura of the Saintess that appeared around here recently.'
'The aura of the Saintess? ...Ah! Are you talking about that thing back then?'
Frenda recalled something upon hearing Priscia's words.
