"Knight Kyle."
After Saintess Audelan rose and turned around, she saw Knight Kyle holding a white rose. Beneath her gentle smile was a trace of surprise.
She had indeed told Knight Kyle he could come to the church, but unless there was something urgent, visiting so late at night was quite discourteous. Moreover, this Knight Kyle's haste did not seem like devotion to the Lord.
Knight Kyle, handsome and sunny in temperament, now stammered. After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "Your High Priestess, I... I have something I want to tell you."
"Knight Kyle."
There was a slight shift in Saintess Audelan's tone. It was no longer quite so gentle. She had clearly noticed certain details, and a hint of displeasure arose in her heart.
"Your High Priestess, I... I have feelings for you. I like you."
Knight Kyle's sudden confession was not romantic. It even seemed somewhat rude.
The white rose was offered before her. Looking at the handsome knight with his flushed face, Saintess Audelan suddenly was not so angry anymore.
She reached out and accepted the white rose. Her gentle voice carried a solemn distance, "Knight Kyle, you are an excellent young man, but I cannot accept your feelings. My life was decided long ago—I would devote it to the Lord. I am sorry.
The flowers are beautiful, so I will accept them. Also, I wish that you may find your suitable other half. I believe you will be happy."
Saintess Audelan's words seemed to calm Knight Kyle. A moment later, he stepped back until he was eighty centimeters away from her. His right hand moved slightly, as though he were hesitating over whether to reach out.
Noticing Knight Kyle's hesitation, Saintess Audelan smiled and extended her palm, raising the back of her hand at