"…Can you even fight?"
"I can learn how to fight."
"Who will help you? Nothing good comes for free. Do you have money?"
"You may don't know, there are people who will support you and assist you with goodwill. I know the world isn't the safest place but it isn't a bad place either. There are good and evil."
Saint Ava sneered, "You are too optimistic and naive."
"The world needs an optimistic Saint, not someone who will stay in the shadows and pray. If your prayer did any help, those innocent children wouldn't die by the hands of elves."
"Prayers don't work. I see." Saint Ava let out a chuckle, but her eyes were cold. "Go back to your room. You are grounded for disobeying me and defying me."
Veronica's eyes flashed as she spoke, "I won't take orders from you. At least not that kind of order that will not help anyone. Since you won't help me, I'll help myself."
