"Please lie down first."
Jeanne's expression grew serious.
Under Jeanne's guidance, Fiore and Caules did not hesitate much. Both lay down on the beds, staring up at the ceiling.
"----"
Silence began to settle over the room.
As silence arrived, the hands of the siblings lying on the beds began to tremble slightly.
It was because of fear.
Both Fiore and Caules understood perfectly well.
What they were about to do at this very moment was a betrayal and a sin against their family.
In order to one day reach the Root, their ancestors had cast aside all ethics generation after generation, plunging into the abyss of depravity and researching mysteries by any means necessary, hoping that their dream would one day come true.
Yet the Magic Crest Imprint left behind for that purpose was now about to be defiled by these siblings.
No matter what, if the goal was to reach the Root, then the more outstanding the successor, the better.
Yet Fiore and Caules were doing the exact opposite.
The superior one was preparing to give up.
The inferior one was preparing to take it.
To other Magi, such a thing would be enough to make them faint on the spot. If the family learned of it, they would rather kill the siblings than allow it to happen.
Such betrayal of their ancestors forced the two of them to feel fear.
But then, the Saintess's voice comforted them.
"Please do not waver."
Jeanne stood before them, offering a heartfelt prayer for the siblings with an expression no different from that of a devout cleric.
"What you are doing is by no means wrong. Even if others do not approve, the Lord will acknowledge your choice."
Her voice, filled with a sacred atmosphere, gradually dispelled the fear in Fiore