“The bishop has been acting strangely lately.”
“Ah. Are you allowed to tell me that?”
“It’s fine because you’re my Teacher.”
“I feel as though something was omitted from that explanation.”
Gio sat on the bed of Aram, the Saintess of the Moon Church.
“If you want to ask this Teacher for advice, you are welcome to do so. Listening to a disciple’s concerns and helping her find a path toward growth is also one of my roles.”
“Then I won’t hesitate. I’m too bewildered to assess the situation objectively on my own. But I also can’t carelessly spread stories about the bishop, who is the pillar of the Moon Church…”
“How conscientious.”
Aram wore the expression of someone struggling to suppress a sigh.
“The point is that the bishop has changed.”
“For example?”
“To begin with, she has been excluding me from important events.”
“What sort of important events?”
“I was left out of the meeting to develop countermeasures for the new Dungeon that appeared. I used to be invited to such meetings often, but the bishop never said a single word about it, to an almost unnatural degree.”
“I imagine she wants you to rest properly because you haven’t recovered completely.”
“I think so too, but…”
When Aram hesitated, Gio spoke in her place.
“Something still feels unsettling?”
“…Yes. She often spoke about the importance of managing one’s health before,…