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“Hehe, it’s been five years since we last saw each other, hasn’t it? Caesare,” Elahan said.
“Saintess…”
The headache he’d forgotten about returned after five years. Caesare placed a hand on his forehead and let out a long sigh.
The Eighth Elahan was formerly known as Acht. Among all the Saintesses throughout history, she was by far the most free-spirited.
From the moment she could walk, she was constantly roaming around the temple, and once she began to speak, even the most patient priests would break into cold sweat from her chatter. What made it stand out even more was that the previous Saintess, the Seventh Elahan, had been a rigid, reticent type.
“It indeed has been a while. Have you been well?” Caesare asked.
“Yes!”
“I feel like I only just heard your appointment ceremony had concluded, and here you are already. As energetic as ever,” Caesare said and smiled wryly as if he’d resigned himself to it. “Well then, please come in. I get a feeling that this isn’t something we should talk about at the entrance.”
“Thank you.”
Elahan stepped over the threshold of the church first, and Khan followed behind her, his face clearly displeased....
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