"Freya, do you know your crimes?"
The hall of the Radiant Temple was always dazzling with light. The six elders sat high on their seats, coldly gazing at the Saintess who had her head lowered on the stage below.
"Because of your willfulness, the Temple has already lost two excellent Templar Knights, yet you remain unrepentant and continue to indulge that so-called Hero in causing trouble outside."
One of the middle-aged women wearing a bishop's hat spoke. Although her demeanor was dignified, her face was stern and her tone sharp, filled with dissatisfaction towards Freya.
Before the Saintess could open her mouth to explain, another elder sitting beside her, a woman wearing a half-mask, chimed in:
"The Temple's priests have reported to us multiple times. You have repeatedly withdrawn funds from the Temple, misappropriated public funds, and even dared to take the Holy Healing Water from the Temple just a few days ago!"
