"Who is this Holy Princess?" Purity asked.
She could tell that the story was related to her. However, she didn't remember Henry had an elf following him. Additionally, Felicia told her she was the only disciple.
"Let me continue the story."
Henry turned again and continued walking. Purity followed behind while a complex storm of emotions brewed within her. A sense of mystery clouded Henry at this moment.
"The Holy Princess stared at the young man like he was a crazy person. 'You are a Holy Princess. You forgot your own history?' he asked her instead.
"'History?' 'Yes. The title of a Holy Princess came from a chapter of your elves' history books.' His words caused a tumult of emotions to flood her."
Henry stopped again. He stared at the setting sun. Its orange glow cast shadows on the trees, rocks, plants, and their figures.
"Purity, you are a Holy Princess, in a sense."
