Prove It (4)

“Saintess, this way.”

“…How many months do you think I’ve lived here at Arien Academy?”

“….”

Aria’s quiet remark, delivered in her elegant white dress, was cold as ice. Within those few words was a sharp reprimand the Saintess of old would never have given.

-I know this place well, so I don’t need an escort. Don’t restrain me.

The three holy knights understood the reprimand.

And they understood that the Saintess was very angry, too…

‘…She’s completely different from the way she was in the Theocracy.’

But they didn’t respond.

“….”...