Herolia was sitting in a private resting lounge. She could hear the singing from the stage even in the lounge. There was also a 'television' inside the lounge.
Herolia swayed a sparkling and translucent drink she held in her hand. She took a sip and asked, "Messai, which of the two songs do you prefer?"
"The first one. But, I do not like the singer."
When Messai mentioned the first singer, the opera singer Roa, her tone was very hostile.
All because of her negligence, the saintess was actually bothered by a male. If some sort of accident was to happen to the saintess, Messai, as her personal knight, could very well be put to death.
"Why's that? Messai, do you not like the second song?" Herolia crooked her head. Her long brown hair rolled down her ear.
"The second song… I don't know whether or not I should call it music," Messai recalled the anger-filled sung performance.
"True. Your knowledge of music is limited to the choir's hymns."