Aria shook her head, "I am certain that we have no Saintess, and no Goddess ever graced our kingdom for hundreds of years, Madam. I thought it was all just a fairytale."
"That's a pity. But I cannot blame you," Madam Harsetti said. "I know that you are here because you want to become a Great Witch, right?"
"Yes!" Aria nodded without hesitation.
"And what is your purpose of becoming one, hm?" Madam Harsetti inquired. "Do you want to kill someone you hate so much? Do you want to seduce a man? Or do you want to destroy a kingdom? Or perhaps you have a bigger purpose than that? Do you plan to spread the plague across the land? It's not difficult if you've achieved the status of the Great Witch."
Aria remembered the humiliation she felt when Swan melted her hands, or when she healed her burn scar.
