In the end, she berated herself with a soundless voice.
There was no way for that to be called a prayer to God.
To the Saint-sama, this was not even a confession.
The Saint-sama inhaled deeply while keeping her eyes closed. After breathing out, she opened her eyes. Although she appeared gloomy, she had already erased her fading weakness.
“Thank you very much. I am filled with happiness as always…Kami-sama.”
Saint-sama raised her voice back to a normal volume, as if she had not murmur anything. She bowed once and left the church.
She remembered the guilt of receiving comfort from the admiring eyes of the pastor and nun, who did not hear her voice, as she got in the carriage.
She was returning. Returning home. To the place she didn’t believe she belonged.
The carriage passed by a beautiful female with a majestic atmosphere, despite being a commoner, on the way.
However, Saint-sama did not look out at that time, and the female commoner, who saw the carriage, could not see the person inside due to the curtain-like cloth.
Like this, the thread of fate tangled and twisted, causing the two of them to miss each other.