Reina could not explain the sense of familiarity she felt when she first laid eyes on the Saintess. It was the same feeling as a child with whom you shared a close bond, yet she had never met the woman, never seen her from afar, much less spoken a single word. It wasn't familiar, but…
She kept her head low as she continued scrubbing the floors. It was a rather hateful thing they did, forcing the ladies to scrub the floors by hand. She could burn the entire church of Sepith to the ground for such a crime.
With a bit more appreciation for the custodian staff, most businesses had, though at least they didn't have to get on their hands and knees. She was a Nephilim, a disciple of the goddess of the moon. If not for her mission, she could not imagine such humiliation. That was all that mattered.
'I'll kill them all…' She thought, tilting her eyes back down on the stone floors, unable to stop a small smile from blossoming across her face.
