"... What is your real goal?"
The question was direct, cutting through any pretense of small talk.
"Pardon?"
Celis's voice remained gentle and unsettled despite the sudden question.
"Art thou the type of woman who wisheth to keep my Savior solely to herself?"
"That's not what I inquired."
Aurelia stopped walking, turning to face the Saintess fully.
Her golden eyes were serious, though not hostile.
"I'm not naive enough to believe I can keep Lord Nero to myself forever. His ability to summon powerful individuals, to grow at such an incredible rate, to even bring back the supposedly dead like myself... Lord Nero is destined for something greater than any of us can fully comprehend."
She crossed her arms.
"I know more women will come. I have accepted that reality. So your confession about wanting to be his woman isn't what concerns me."
"Then what dost concern thee?"
"Your real purpose."
Aurelia's gaze sharpened.
"Celis… What are you actually after?"
The point was clear.
