Training Log [Ronin & Aria & Nernim] (9)

“You may go.”

He was dismissing me.

Was that really it?

I studied Priest Ronin as if he were something suspicious.

But Priest Ronin was a master of keeping a poker face.

I couldn’t glean a thing from his inscrutable expression.

What a man. I had no idea what he was thinking.

“I can really go, right?”

“You needn’t worry about reading the room, Saintess Aria.”

That tone, as if he were doing me a favor, really grated on me...