She wouldn't even be granted the opportunity to end it herself.
But what if, what if...
The Liberation Saintess quietly observed her changes, clenching and unclenching her fists.
"Is it because the Holy Tomb isolates the connection to the Deep Sea? Or is it purely because of that child's charisma?"
The Hero's tone was flat, devoid of the slightest agitation, simply waiting quietly for the reply from the Nun from the Isolated Island after the brief statement.
Her words were plain compared to the eloquent orators of the Church.
Without intricately woven rhetoric, without threats or inducements, these straightforward words seemed to unveil the veil of the future, transforming into a clear signpost in the hearts of the listeners at their wit's end, pointing toward a path perhaps rugged and perilous, yet undoubtedly distinct.
No need for probing, no need for confirmation, no doubts or inquiries.
Only the need to make a choice.
