It was a sign detectable only by those who knew battle-a sign that this girl was powerful. The moment Mora saw the girl’s eyes, a faint current ran through her body. ![]() ![]() “Are you the newly chosen Saint of Spilled Blood?” When the girl realized she was being spoken to, she stood up and turned around. I don’t have time to be dealing with this, Mora thought before she addressed the girl. The miserable expression deeply etched into her face illustrated she was entirely used to being on the receiving end of ire. The maid’s uniform she wore was dirty, and her hands were cracked all over. ![]() Mora had been told that this was her only job. When she arrived, she found the new Saint doing laundry at the back of the temple by the well. Mora would have preferred to leave such miscellaneous matters to Willone, if possible, but custom dictated that the Temple Elder’s approval was required for a Saint to resign, so Mora had no choice but to head to the Temple of Spilled Blood. Apparently, the girl did not want to be a Saint. She was stupid, lacked any redeeming features, and seemed entirely unfit for the responsibility. The new Saint was apparently an orphan who had been working at the temple as a servant. She learned that someone unworthy of Sainthood received the power of the Spirit at the Temple of Spilled Blood. ![]() Six months after making her agreement with Tgurneu, Mora received troublesome news. When Mora had first met Rolonia, the girl had had nothing. Your browser does not support JavaScript!
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