"Is there a problem?"
Ch'en noticed her strange reaction and asked with a serious expression. She barely counted as intimidating, and the fearsome reputation of Lungmen's violent division chief had not reached Laterano, earning her quite a bit of trust.
"No... no."
Fiammetta shook her head repeatedly. The meaning was obvious: How would I dare say anything?
A flawed image had already formed in her mind. Before she had even met the shrine maiden, she was already frightened.
Fiammetta asked again, "Are all the clergy in Higashi like this?"
"I don't know."
Ch'en honestly shook her head.
"Yae Sakura always says she's a traditional shrine maiden. She only takes ordinary offerings, and normally she's... fairly honest. She's also contributed greatly to maintaining Lungmen's public order."
Happy cooperation, cops and robbers in cahoots.
For some reason, that scarlet slogan suddenly rose in Fiammetta's mind. This was absolutely a warning line no clergyman could cross.
No, no.
Fiammetta sensed something was wrong and hurriedly shook her head in self-reflection.
"Making reckless assumptions before meeting the person is truly against the teachings. This is my mistake."
Fiammetta muttered to herself, lamenting that she had nearly failed in her duties. The outside world was far too dangerous, like walking along a cliff's edge, always teetering on the brink of disgrace.
In truth, it was all because she was nervous.
Half a month ago, Fiammetta had been informed that she would be conducting an academic exchange with the shrine, along with other duties. She had kept those expectations hidden in her heart, but after bottling them up for too long, they had turned into anxiety and wild speculation.
It was all because of ignorance.
Fiammetta rose to her feet and smiled apologetically, feeling like an ignorant village girl. She set down her tea and followed