"Master, why did we let that person get away so easily?" a blonde woman bowed in front of a curtain, a frown on her face.
"Has that person appeared in our territory since then?" an ancient, deep voice asked.
"No, Master," the saintess shook her head.
"What?" The voice seemed startled, the tone growing serious, making the atmosphere heavy and grave. "Are you sure he hasn't appeared in any of our territory?"
"Yes, Master."
The crashing of utensils came from inside the room.
"Umm?" The saintess stood nervously, knowing her master's temper all too well. She remained silent, not wanting to provoke her master.
For a while, the crashing and kicking sounds continued before it fell into complete silence.
After a period of silence, she finally knocked on the door.
"Cough, cough, you can come in now," the ancient voice spoke again, and the saintess opened the door with a smile on her rosy lips.
