Chapter 127: The Rose School
Leon hoped that Weiss would understand his hint. As a Fully Appointed Third-Rank Knight, her understanding of Blessings should have been above his, and she most likely knew what kind of Blessing Bishop Becket possessed from the Secret God.
Once their previous secret meeting was mentioned while they were under surveillance, trouble would inevitably follow—whether for her or for Leon.
Fortunately, Weiss finally caught on to his implication. The surprise in her eyes vanished in an instant, and her expression quickly returned to normal.
“Yes, it truly is a kind of fate. But if only I had gotten to know you earlier.” As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward the window.
Leon sensed something and followed her line of sight.
The windows of the Church building were not fitted with the oil-paper panes common in ordinary homes, but with expensive, transparent glass.
Through the glass of the seminar room, one could see the monastery garden outside. It was the cusp of spring and summer, and the courtyard flowers were in full bloom.
Leon was still wondering whether he had misunderstood her meaning when the scenery beyond the window suddenly grew slightly blurred, as though a thin mist had settled over it.
Such a phenomenon was common in the cold of winter, but in this season it appeared distinctly abnormal.