"Are you sure that you wouldn't rather stay here?" Saintess Irene asked in a voice that almost seemed to be pleading.
After the matter of the prophecy, there were many that had wanted to keep me here in the Holy Empire.
Only they stopped themselves because of what had happened.
This was someone that could even speak on casual terms with Solista, one of the main gods.
If they were to offend him, there was no telling what would happen.
Even if they were men of the cloth, those that had worshiped the gods for as long as they could remember, they just couldn't compare to those that had the favour of the gods.
The Mark of God was the mark of the one that was considered the true son of god.
The true holy son as the saintess put it.
However, I knew that if I were to stay here, all that would happen is that I would get caught up in a big mess.
