The majority of their wounds healed quickly, and they immediately prostrated themselves in tearful gratitude.
Fatir still wore her gilt mask, but at that moment, the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.
'The Lord had always thought this Saintess was probably stone-faced, but now he realized she could smile, even if it wasn't very often.'
"I have to say, my impression of you has improved considerably." Watching the grateful figures of the Kalia locals disappear down the street, Levi strolled with Fatir under the crimson sunset, his hands in his pockets.
"Personally, I've always thought Casters tend to be arrogant, viewing commoners as the lowliest dirt. Even toward nobles, while they may feign respect, they're inwardly contemptuous."
"Levi, your view of us is colored by too many preconceptions. While it's true that Casters like that are the majority, there are still those of us who possess conviction and compassion."
