Chapter 421: Proof of Existence (9)
0% “Isn’t that a bit much?”
The Saintess’s bedroom was spacious and cozy. The mere existence of a room this size in an orphanage felt oddly out of place.
The furniture, while not luxurious, was neat. The small tea table between me and Saintess was no exception.
A fragrant tea aroma tickled my nose.
It wasn’t expensive tea, but it certainly wasn’t cheap either. There was something delicately balanced about the way the Saintess treated me.
Between extravagance and rudeness.
She was a woman who upheld her duties as a cleric while being attentive to her guests. Considering that even the orphanage she came from adhered to this principle, it was likely a strict precept she learned from childhood.
To avoid being criticized by anyone, a sense of balance was important.
In my opinion, the Saintess’s true strength lay in this aspect. Her political skills, which delicately navigated between justification and practicality, were close to instinctive.
Of course, it was an exception when dealing with me.
Even now, the Saintess was openly displaying her emotions. Every time her icy gaze stabbed at me, my eyes would dart to the side.