As it was an unexpected proposal, Miya slowly blinked her big eyes as she looked at the Crown Prince and grabbed his hand.
It was an honor to receive the crown prince's dance title, so the envy of the noble girls was touched. The gaze she felt when she was with Philaf Montes.
From a certain moment, she felt a strange sense of superiority while pretending to be a saint.
"I couldn't help but ask you to dance with me, where everyone said that you were a saint."
The Crown Prince said with his unique sad face.
"By the way, the more I think about it, the more amazing it is. Since you are not an official priest, you must have been far away from the altar that the demons attacked, but your divine power goes so far."
"Even me who demonstrated it thinks that it's a miracle that I can exert such power. It must be arranged with God's grace."
"I see."
The prince looked at Miya with a strange face.
He thinks the original source of the divine power must have been on the side of the altar, but she didn't refute the fact that she was far away.
On the other hand, Miya, who had been concentrating on dancing while feeling a sense of exaltation, turned around and felt a belated awakening by the Prince's proposal.
"A demonstration of divinity power?"
Miya sprained her foot like the thief had been numbed.
“…Yes. I was wondering if the atmosphere that was stagnant due to the cracks would improve if you redistributed the power you showed in incense in front of everyone.”
"Thanks for the good suggestion, but I'm lacking a lot. That power.... It takes a lot of holy power, so I can't use it often."
Miya said urgently because Marquis Francois repeatedly said that collecting Holy Blood was not easy.
“You are a saint, but does that mean you can’t use the power when you want to use it?”
Miya swallowed dry saliva at the sound of the voice that seemed to be criticizing.
“Healing power can be used at any time.”
“I think that’s what other priests do too.”
'Are you done?'
Miya couldn't do anything about her stiff lips.
How hard it is to deal with dirty patients who are bleeding with your hands, but who else but herself would do such a thing like that?
"Well, I'm well aware of your good deeds. Because of the black mist, there are many nobles who haven't seen your powers, and there are many doubters, so I'm just trying to create an opportunity. Tell me when you're ready."
“Yes….”
Suddenly, the soft melody of the orchestra came to an end, and Miya looked at the prince's back as the day turned pale.
The stabbing pain with a needle makes the stomach ache.
There was an illusion that the young-sik who spoke to her earlier, as well as the nobles around her, were arguing about whether she was a saint or not.
She clasped her dress with her trembling hands, as if she was about to roll over a shabby cliff again.
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