Quiet.
A hush fell over the room.
As Charlotte nervously declared her heart belonged to someone, an eerie silence enveloped the entire banquet.
"You... you... you... Castel! Do you have any idea what you're saying?"
"He's a priest! And an old geezer at that!"
"Have you lost your mind!?"
A young male noble's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out in shock.
Hearing his words, the girl's eyes similarly widened, brimming with confusion and disbelief. Her blushing cheeks also betrayed a hint of embarrassment:
"Lord Jordan... what are you talking about? That's so rude!"
Having said this, Charlotte turned her gaze back to the front. She brought her hands together, her expression one of devout purity, and her soft and naive voice was filled with a simple yearning and fervor:
"What I mean is my heart already belongs to the great Divine Lord, to the supreme sanctity..."
Seeing the girl once again turn her gaze towards him, Lawuer's eyes momentarily twitched.