Chapter 257 - 250. Primrose Path
The Saint and Saintess of the five Temples, as the peak of the guide’s existence, had unmatched beauty that naturally came from the trait of their ability; purification.
The Saintess of Mago Temple was not an exception. Born from the family of guides, she had been living in the Temple ever since her awakening at the age of twelve. It was said that the moment she got measured, blinding light was coming out of the measuring plaque, and some even mentioned how flowers bloomed in the garden simultaneously.
Without any doubt or opposition, she was put under the wings of the previous Saint as his successor. From the youngest of many siblings in her family, she became the most special person overnight.
She was the princess of the Temple, and people showered him with reverence and adoration. When she finally sat on her throne, those feelings turned into worship. Of her guiding, of her beauty.
Such was the Goddess’s chosen one.
People felt honored to meet her, fawning over her, they did anything for her. Rankers, conglomerates, celebrities, even politicians--high-profile people longes to meet the Saintess.
But not Bassena Vaski.
It was interesting at first, how he almost looked disappointed. Did he try to act indifferently so she would pay more attention? Well, it certainly working.
Time passed, and the trace of dissatisfaction could still be seen in the esper’s eyes. But he almost never used any other guides but the Saintess, except for emergencies. Wouldn’t that mean he actually liked her guiding? It’s almost frustrating how the man kept acting like he wasn’t satisfied with her guiding when he kept coming back every time.
Let’s see how long the Serpent Lord could keep that act.
But the Saintess had no way to see it, for the esper kept decreasing his visits. But she also heard he only went to high-rank dungeons now, and there wasn’t much of that. So he probably just didn’t need to be guided.