As soon as the Saintess uttered those words, Clerk Aether immediately moved without the slightest hesitation... as if making the Archpriestess wait even for a moment was not only disrespectful—but a grave sin in itself, an act bordering on blasphemy in his eyes.
He entered the orphanage—a white stone building that stood out in its radiance.
The walls were immaculately polished, the surface gleaming under the sunlight, reflecting its pristine maintenance and noble intent. Everything was of high quality—from the structure to the smallest furnishings—and it was evident that every corner of the place was cared for with devotion.
It was unlike any other orphanage he had ever seen, let alone worked in. Most were dull, deteriorating, forgotten by society.
But this place?
It felt holy.
As he stepped back into the guest room, his gaze locked onto an elegant figure seated by the table.
