The journey from Ironhold to Ermia turned out to be surprisinglyfortable.


    Aside from Mirif, everyone was unfamiliar to her, and she had expected things to feel awkward. Yet it wasn’t as ufortable as she thought it would be. Most of her travelingpanions were priests by nature, and their presence was imbued with a natural sense of consideration.@@novelbin@@


    “So, Sister Lily, did you defeat the Hooked Fang right after learning assassination techniques as a child?”


    “…Yes.”


    “That’s incredible. Assassins typically hesitate to facerge monsters due to the short range of their weapons, but you must be quite skilled, Sister Lily.”


    “And I heard that Sister Lily can take down three goblins in one stroke!”


    “If Sister Lily had devoted herself to the Aurelia Church, she might have already earned a title as a holy knight by now, haha!”


    “…Yes.”


    Although this sort of overdone ttery was a bit overwhelming, it was still preferable to the awkwardness of letting conversations fall silent due to not knowing what to say.


    Corrupt or dubious priests were usually figures in high positions; these lower-ranking priests here held a basic sense of duty and service, so there was no need to worry about such issues.


    Normally, I would have to lead my second Jerahon, but Holy Knight Poldragon had secured another spot for it on the carriage. Inside, I rxed with treats like cookies from Senior Priestess Kiara or herbal tea from Priest Verus, chatting with Mirif about our shared experiences as adventurers.


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