The First Letter (48)

The next morning, I went to the temple again.

By chance, the Saintess was on duty again that morning. Lately, I had been running into her with unusual frequency. Before I lost my memories, we had only known each other by name.

Of course, the cause lay entirely with me.

A cleric’s job was to treat the wounded. And over the past month, at least, no one had visited the temple as often as I had. It was inevitable that I would keep running into the Saintess.

Frequent encounters were supposed to breed affection. That was one of the basics of social skills I had read about as a child. Yet for some reason, the Saintess’s gaze as she stared at me now was as cold as could be.

Her pale pink eyes alternated between my face and my hand, caked with dried blood and pus. The moment I read the emotion in those eyes, I immediately bowed my head low.

As my neck bent almost obsequiously, excuses naturally spilled from my lips.

“I’m sorry, Saintess. Still, this too must be part of a plan ordained by Arus, shouldn’t it…….”

“Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.”

“Yes, Saintess.”...