Looking at the silver-haired wigs, she stood in a daze when someone bumped into her.
The person hurriedly apologized, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry-"
"It's okay…" Veronica saw that person and her voice got stuck in her throat.
She wasn't expecting to meet the person she collided with anytime soon.
Her mouth was wide open but words couldn't come out.
The person also had the same reaction. His pupils shook as though he was astounded upon seeing a ghost.
They stared at each other. Silent fell upon them. Even the bustling town couldn't hide their awkwardness.
One of them had to say something. In the end, Veronica opened her mouth first.
"May the Goddess bless the light upon you, Head Priest." She bowed and greeted.
"Veronica… you are really her, aren't you?" The Head Priest's voice quivered.
Veronica felt pity for him. The man in front of her aged quite a bit. He looked more haggard than before.
