Inside the wooden cabin, a brazier burned brightly, bringing some light and warmth to the cold winter.
Masha's face glowed red, illuminated by the firelight. She looked at the Lord with her large, sapphire-blue eyes. "But rumors are just that—rumors. In contrast to your reputation, in reality you're a very handsome, humble, and polite nobleman."
"It just goes to show how baseless so many rumors in this world are," Masha, the Divine Maiden, said with a sigh.
"People are foolish, in the end. A few whispered lies are enough for them to accept as truth, jump to conclusions, and stray onto the wrong path." At that moment, Levi seemed to transform into a benevolent Pope guiding a lost flock. "And that is precisely why we exist. These ignorant people need our guidance."
"My Lord, you're absolutely right!"
Masha's face was alight with excitement, as if she had met a kindred spirit. She couldn't help but praise him aloud.
