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Section 4: Sisters’ Quiet Conversation Part 2

With the peaceful air of the church flowing around me, I offered my thanks through prayer to the Goddess for everything she has done for me.

For sending me to Iris-san. And then for allowing me to meet Sally-oneesama.

Carol-san asked me once.

“Why do you pray so much every day?”

What answer did I give her back then? I fear I may have evaded the question with an ambiguous answer.

My prayers are always of a personal nature. Never for more grand designs such as world peace.

And that is why whenever I pray, there is one thought that will always run through my mind.

I, am a selfish person.

“……..”

It is because of my own personal feelings that I feel the need to thank the Goddess for allowing me to meet Sally-oneesama. I do not wish to lose this connection. I do not wish to be separated from this comfortable spot. So please watch over me.

I carry no sublime convictions. I need her so that I might fulfill my goal, so that I might become a priestess.

You could call it a kind of obsession.

And yet the Goddess would accept even someone like me. So please watch over me.

“Oh deep and merciful Goddess, to you……I offer my eternal loyalty.”

And so…….I bet my life as one of the Goddess’s followers.

“That was a long prayer.”

I heard a voice calling out to me as I stood up.

Turning around, I found Aunt Yuhanna standing behind me.

“How do you do Rosalith? I see you are ever the ardent believer. I am relieved.”

“How do you do Aunt Yuhanna. Are you here to pray as well Auntie?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I am only seven years older than you.”

She knit her brows together when I called her Auntie. Unfortunately that is how I have always referred to her as, so trying to think up a new way at this point leaves me a tad bewildered.

“Do you understand what it did to my heart to have been called ‘Auntie’ in front of other nobles when I was only fifteen years old?”

Auntie and I used to play together all the time whenever our parents had a meeting with each other.

I cannot remember any specific incident, but I am sure it has happened more than once.

“I apologize for back then. Um……”

“Oneesama……should be good enough right?”

“………”

——hypothetically

If I had never met Sally-oneesama, I would probably not have hesitated to call her in that way.

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