The snow mountain saintess of Kjerag was also a member of the clergy.
However, Kjerag was clearly far stricter than Higashi. They were a bunch of stubborn, rigid fundamentalists. Saintesses could not marry, and even needed to file a report to leave Kjerag. When going out, they required a ceremonial escort. On the snowy mountains, saintesses were like birds in a cage.
By comparison, shrine maidens were clearly much freer.
"I haven't returned to my family home in a long time. Tell me, what are shrine maidens like now?"
Princess Wenyue spoke up, addressing not Yae Sakura, but the bewildered Lisa.
"Tell me... about your father."
Lisa had never expected to become the center of attention. She anxiously glanced at Sister Sakura, only to find the latter looking relieved, as though Princess Wenyue's sudden shift in targets had been a release for her.
How strange.
"My father?"
Lisa lowered her head, sinking into her memories. "When I was very young, I lived with my mother. Everything I know about Father came from her. I never saw what his life was like firsthand, so there may be some inaccuracies."
"It's all right."
When facing children, the elderly never hesitated to show the greatest tolerance. Like a kindergarten teacher, Princess Wenyue gently guided Lisa along.
"My father was a very kind man..."
Lisa began to tell her story.
"..."
The more Princess Wenyue listened, the more absurd it seemed. The story was simply too wonderful, somewhat like those outdated romance stories she had read as a child.
A love story between a delinquent and a literary girl.
No, Lisa's father should have been the literary boy, while her mother had been the delinquent. That was the more novel part of this romance story. Princess Wenyue was somewhat impressed, and a tenderness toward