As Casaman turned to leave, he saw a werewolf girl and a small-statured boy walking out of the Church.
Ah, what a beautiful sight, when he was young, he, too, had left the Church with an acquaintance and set out to explore the world.
He still remembers... she also had such beautiful ears, and such a beautiful fluffy tail, except that he had forgotten... forgotten what she looked like.
It's been fifteen years... my goddess, I beseech you, may this beauty endure, may this friendship last forever.
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"Goddess of Harvest, you are the savior of the farmers."
Malin read the inscription on the base of the statue.
"That's the first line of the worship prayer."
A thin, tall boy stood next to Malin, appearing to be a genteel young gentleman—if you overlook the black eye clouding his face.
