"Saintess?"
A trace of confusion flashed across the crimson eyes of the black warhorse.
The girl in the princess dress, however, calmly lifted her hand and wiped the smudge off her chest.
She spoke in an even tone,
"Even the Secret Astrological Instrument, which boasts extremely high precision, can't predict every little accident in life.
Besides... he didn't do it on purpose."
The warhorse, still filled with indignation, protested,
"Not on purpose?
Does that excuse him for so casually desecrating your dignity, Saintess?
And how convenient that he just happened to touch there of all places!
I say he did it on purpose!"
The girl shook her head helplessly.
"You should know that these eyes of mine can see through everything."
She paused, her black, hollow gaze softening slightly.
"When he touched me just now, there wasn't the slightest ripple in his heart.
It was as if he were merely touching a dead object.
Do you know what that means?"
