'Don't say it. Do not say anything. I do not want to know who you are. Do not burden me with this knowledge I do not want to know.'
Rachael would have closed her ears if she could. But Louch was a terrified kid who could not control his body. His wide-eyed look must have caused the Saintess to take this as an agreement and even acknowledgment.
The Saintess took a deep breath and felt antagonizing to Rachael every second.
"My name is Saintess Euphimy Rosalina, and I am seven years old. Who are you, and how old are you?"
The Saintess asked, and Rachael felt half relieved and terrified at hearing the Saintess's name.
'She is not Rose. Oh, that God, she is not Rose.'
"Saintess Euphimy, do not give your name away so easily. Names have powers, right? What if someone uses it to harm you? And dear child, why don't you tell me your name?"
