"Are you really going to be okay without an escort? Of course, no ungodly person would dare to harm the Saintess candidate, but just in case…"
"It's really fine. I can defend myself."
Ophelia pointed at the mace slung around her waist. Seeing the heavy mace, the priest swallowed his saliva. He had seen her lift and sway it like a child toy moments ago.
"Yeah, I mean, that's right. I guess I'm worried about nothing. Then please be careful."
Leaving behind the priest to focus on his work, Ophelia left the church. It wasn't until she had left the church building and its premises that Ophelia dropped her smile.
'I'm tired.'
It took her over a week just to get permission to go out. They had been insistent on getting her a host of escorts, but somehow she had managed to convince them out of it.
'I can't get used to it.'
It wasn't to this extent in her childhood.
