"How am I messy? The body of a Light Divine Mage is clean and spotless, my clothes are impeccable, what's the issue with sleeping like this?"
Sifrin, already climbed onto the bed, clearly didn't want to move. Even if pushed, she just twisted her body slightly with no further action.
"Just because your body's clean, doesn't mean you skip bathing? Just because your clothes are clean, doesn't mean you don't change them? What kind of girl are you? How will you ever get married?"
Catherine knew Sifrin wasn't lying. She didn't really mean it as saying Sifrin was dirty, but everyday bathing and changing clothes should be a part of life's habits, not something to skimp on.
"Who am I going to marry? I am the Saintess of Light, destined to end my days alone. Have you ever seen a saintess from any divine hall get married? Or anyone daring to marry a divine attendant girl?"
