Ophelia froze in her prayers. The unimaginable had happened. She immediately figured out what was going on, her complexion turning blue.
"O Mighty Goddess… This is… I'm…"
Ophelia searched for an excuse, an escape, her emerald eyes darting in their sockets.
But no matter how much she digged, she couldn't come up with anything that could pass off as an excuse.
What she had said, what she had muttered to herself was nothing short of blasphemy.
And it was nobody else, but the Goddess herself listening on the other end.
There was no way out for her.
"That, that's not true…"
– Ophelia, my daughter. You have always been lacking in faith.
"Uh, me?"
– Indeed, you. Unlike the other Saintess Candidates, you haven't put your faith in me. On the contrary, you've have always doubted my actions.
"No, no. O Holy Goddess, I always…"
– The suspicions weren't enough? Now you want to lie to me too?
"…sorry. Please forgive your foolish daughter."
