Cassandra hid the uneasiness she felt behind her calm visage. She could not mistake the same enigmatic glint she received from the sixth-highest priest that morning. Why does it feel like the priests were weaving some things that left her with a foreboding feeling?
'Are they up to something?' The thought dashed in Cassandra's mind. It was absurd to doubt the priests, but her bizarre feelings lingered longer inside her. And it's disrupting her peaceful days within the temple.
The second-highest priest pulled Cassandra from her reverie when he spoke again, "Lady Cassandra is truly brave and outspoken. However, if someone heard you answer that way, you will be judged by them."
Second Highest Priest Deuxen continued, "Truthfully, the last sentences of your answer are often forgotten and disregarded by the people and the priesthood. It was like there was a silent agreement that a Saintess should be benevolent, compassionate, venerable, and merciful.
