"Lady Veronica, the guest you invited has arrived."
At the sister's announcement, a calm yet solemn voice soon came from inside the room:
"Yes, let him in."
After receiving her reply, the sister at the door opened it for Greg. Before he stepped inside, she gave him a pointed glare and warned him quietly:
"Mind your behavior. You are in the presence of our Saintess."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you for the reminder."
Greg had long since grown accustomed to this sister's warnings. After all, this was his third visit to Veronica's room.
The first time, he had been summoned for questioning. The second, he had come to lay some groundwork. And this time... even he wasn't sure where things would lead.
The good news was that, thanks to his previous two visits, the sister no longer stayed in the room watching him as she had the first time. Instead, she closed the door and left, giving the two of them some privacy.
"Heh, being a familiar face does have its perks."
Greg made the quiet joke, but the smile soon faded from his face.
He straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and headed toward the sitting room.
Truth be told, he still felt somewhat uneasy.
Ever since the last incident ended, he and Veronica had yet to meet in private.
As the Church's current Saintess, she had needed to step forward after the chaos to maintain order and reassure the faithful.
He, meanwhile, was only a student and had to help with the reconstruction organized by the Academy, hauling bricks and stones every day until he was worn out like a beast of burden.
Both had been busy with their own responsibilities, never finding a suitable opportunity to talk.
So Greg still wasn't sure what conclusions Veronica had