"Saintess, you shouldn't be here!" a young male servant anxiously called out as he looked at the holy lady of the temple, the one ordained by the goddess, walking casually around the area where he was picking up leaves.
"Hehe, is that how you treat me now?" the saintess chuckled lightly as she continued to walk towards the male servant, a smile on her face, making her look radiant and ethereal, especially with that white hair fluttering with the wind.
The male servant at this stage didn't know what to say at all. It wasn't like his words were heavy enough to influence the saintess.
The one person who reigns above all and was only under one person, the deity herself.
The saintess tilted her head as she came to a halt, taking a closer look at the servant she remembered giving a name to a while ago.
How much time had flown?
