"Oh? No, that's not what I meant—" Mev blinked rapidly, flustered, as Miguel awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and spoke again.0

"Looks like I got tense for no reason. Well, if it had been a thief, Nila would've made a bigger fuss, wouldn't it?"0

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. But that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you again, Miguel." At last, Mev murmured with a faint smile. 0

Even though Miguel had become a priest, the way they spoke to each other remained unchanged. Mev had initially tried to address him formally, but Miguel had strongly refused. He insisted he'd only become a priest thanks to sheer luck and Lucia's guidance.0

"I feel the same. I was starting to worry about when we'd meet again. And here you are, finding me first," said Miguel.0

Mev, previously observing a cloth-covered item by the table, redirected her attention to Miguel upon hearing his words. "You mean you didn't come here for another purpose? You came to the frontier to find me?"0

"Luckily, I wasn't too late." Despite his words, the smile on Miguel's face faded. He avoided Mev's gaze, lowering his head slightly.0

Confused, Mev asked, "Too...0