Azel sighed softly as he stood outside the inn with Medusa.
The day had stretched long, after visiting the market, their "date" if one could call it that, had gone uphill from there.
They had visited so many places that even Azel was surprised she hadn't burned out halfway.
Everywhere except the church.
Azel's lips tightened as his eyes flicked toward the towering spire visible in the distance, bells tolling faintly.
He hadn't told Medusa outright, but there were places he didn't intend to step foot into until absolutely necessary.
A church was one of them.
The church in this world was similar to other churches from fantasy worlds, they were a corrupt bunch of people drunk on power.
Medusa tugged gently at his sleeve, dragging him out of thought.
She bowed lightly, though her lips were caught between her teeth in a way that betrayed nerves.
"Thank you for today, Master," she murmured. Her tone softened, almost shy.
