The council exchanged approving glances, their expressions softening. High Cleric Raphael nodded, his voice warm. "You have done well, Saintess. Your efforts are a testament to your devotion and the favor of the divine. The people of New Portland are fortunate to have had you among them."
"Thank you, Your Eminences," Catherene said, lowering her gaze in a gesture of gratitude.
Satisfied with her report, the council asked no further questions. Raphael dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "You are excused, Saintess. May the light of the divine continue to guide your path."
Catherene rose gracefully, offering a final bow before turning to leave the hall. As she walked through the grand corridors of the temple, she allowed a faint smirk to curve her lips. The fools were so easily pleased.