"If I wasn't mistaken, you are Lord Velin of the Fifteenth Army, Fourth Legion, Ilia Kingdom Expeditionary Army, aren't you?" Olga asked with a smile as she smoothed the wrinkles in her priestess robes.
Velin's expression did not change as he replied, "Lady Olga, there are far too many people with the same name. Your understanding is rather one-sided."
"Is that so?"
"As far as I know, the Fifteenth Army Commander was always accompanied by a blond knight, and the man behind you happens to fit that description. Am I wrong, Lord Velin?"
Olga lifted the teapot and poured Velin a cup, then poured one for herself. She drank it in front of him and turned the cup upside down, demonstrating her sincerity.
Velin picked up the teacup and took a sip before asking, "Lady Olga, what was it you wished to discuss with me that day?"
"My lord, if you do not mind, you may simply call me Olga." Olga set down her teacup and refilled it. "I merely wished to meet you out of curiosity. We have gathered much information about you, and from every perspective, you can be considered a true knight."
Velin set down his teacup, met her gaze, and said with a smile, "Was it because it was too perfect?"
"Indeed, as you said, from my personal perspective, some of that information was rather exaggerated." Olga nodded slightly and answered without concealing anything.
"Hahaha, the information you gathered was indeed somewhat exaggerated."
Velin's frankness piqued Olga's curiosity.
Kyle, who stood watching at the side, could not help shaking his head. In certain respects, this Harvest priestess was far too innocent.
However, this also showed that she had been protected too well. Although she had seen certain dark sides of life, she had definitely never taken