Under the eaves, Gloria rested one hand against the dark-brown lacquered wooden doorframe.
"Come in."
Maintaining the aloofness expected of a senior student, she casually invited the two of them inside.
After closing the door, Gloria hurried over to Sigrid with a trace of worry. Her teary eyes looked as if she had missed Sigrid for a long time.
Lanchi felt that this practiced change of face truly showed that Sigrid had raised her well.
"Bishop, are you all right?"
"Not really, but Askesang suffered just as badly."
Sigrid replied briefly. She did not hide anything from Gloria. As a Martial Artist of the same lineage, Gloria should have had a clear understanding of her current condition.
Gloria looked at Sigrid and the Holy Son in surprise.
Although the bishop had yet to explain in detail where the two of them had gone over the past month, even these few words contained an overwhelming amount of information for her.
In the living room, Gloria invited Sigrid and Lanchi to sit on the sofa while she stood to one side like a servant.
Sigrid sat down elegantly on the sofa. Her posture retained its usual lazy arrogance, and Lanchi naturally sat on the other side of the same sofa.
Just as Gloria was about to say something, she abruptly stopped herself.
Although no Holy Son or Saintess under a Cardinal Bishop had ever been so brazen as to sit on equal terms with their bishop, Gloria realized that as a student, she had no right to lecture the principal on what to do.
Gloria then used the proper etiquette of a well-mannered attendant to draw shut the living room's heavy, dark floor-length curtains. By the time she returned, the anxiety and worry in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
"Bishop,