Chapter 41:-The saintess and my husband

Affection, desire, and passion—were brewing in the eyes of that woman. Her face was lowered, but her eyes were locked on us. Basically on Octavious. I noticed her every eye movement. The way it was reflecting, containing unknown emotions, everything. Everything got caught in my red eyes.

"I am sorry that you have to witness this; I apologise."

"No...it's okay."

I stopped Priest Carmen, who was dead to worry about the reputation of the church. All of that made me realise she was a trouble for the church authority. Just because she is the blessed one—the saintess—they are keeping her in their sight.

That woman slowly stood up and brushed dust away from her dress. Her eyes kept looking at the floor—trying to avoid my suspicious gaze. I felt like I had seen her before. Particularly that white hair. It's flashing in my memory constantly.

That fair saintess of Dormia bowed elegantly and introduced herself to me formally.