Getting used to switching between different consciousnesses was easier said than done. While feeling a slight dizziness, Kristina shook her head.

“...Are you really alright with this, Lord Raphael?” Kristina asked as she stared at the back of Raphael, who had taken the lead to guide them to the Special Relics Vault as if it was only natural for him to do so.

There wasn’t a single drop of blood still visible on the greatsword slung across his back. Kristina could still vividly recall how that viciously sharp blade had just decapitated Cardinal Pietro.

“What do you mean by that?” Raphael asked in a tone that seemed genuinely confused.

Kristina softly cleared her throat and tacked on an explanation, “Lord Raphael, no matter how things have turned out, there’s still the matter of you killing Cardinal Pietro with your sword, right? While I got the Vatican’s agreement to cooperate regarding the matter with Sir Eugene and me, but as for you….”

“Ah, there’s no need for you to worry about that, Lady Saint,” Raphael assured her, no longer addressing Kristina by the title Saint Candidate.

Raphael had seen her spread eight wings right in front of him, and he had also seen her send her fist flying into the side of the Pope’s head. So while it couldn’t be helped that Kristina didn’t really like that, Raphael honestly couldn’t think of a title that was acceptable to call her other than ‘Saint.’

Raphael explained, “If they dismiss me now, the Knights of the Blood Cross don’t currently have any talents who could replace me. Especially if they listen to the Saintess’ scolding immediately, they’re sure to lose a lot of holy relics and related miracles…. Yuras’ power will have diminished quite a bit by the time they're done with...