Sophia Catalan stared at the fog outside her window. She seemed to be in a deep thought as she had narrowed her eyes slightly appearing to be in such a deep thought. A maid had came to place a new set of tea on her table which she acknowledge by smiling at the maid. The smile quickly disappear by the time the maid had left the room as well and she began on staring toward her left where she could see the portrait of the pink haired lady.
"I'm coming in, Sophia," Senior Catalan knocked as he entered in. Upon seeing her daughter in a daze while staring at the portrait, he began to feel slightly unnerved.
"You're looking at the Saintess again?" Senior Catalan asked.
He should be happy, after all their family was one of the very few people who truly felt a deep worship toward the Saintess. Seeing that his daughter was also a devout had put the parent's worry at rest. Only if it wasn't for the fact that the Saintess in that portrait wasn't the Saintess at all…
