Chapter 48: Misunderstanding
With Hestia now perfectly disguised as a maid thanks to Bergen’s handiwork, I stepped outside with her and began making our way back toward the arena. As we walked, I found myself lost in thought, wearing a faintly disappointed expression.
‘So the Saintess still can’t see it...’
I had been hoping, just maybe, Hestia would sense something about the damn voice that’s been echoing in my head—but clearly, it was too soon for that.
‘Well, she hasn’t awakened yet...’
But then, what was that figure she revealed back when we recruited Bergen?
Was it simply her latent potential resonating with Bergen’s desperation?
I mean, I want to get rid of this voice in my head just as desperately.
“Saintess, are you sure you’re not sensing anything from me?”
“Um... no, not at all!?”
“Hmm.”
I asked her anyway, just in case—but her answer was exactly the same as it had been back in the waiting room.
‘Still, it doesn’t seem like this is some kind of curse meant to directly harm me...’