Beyond the semitransparent system messages, Aillet caught sight of Hestio and Ipeil’s shocked expressions.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier—it was a complicated situation.”
“…….”
In truth, it hadn’t been her choice to keep it hidden, but she didn’t seek their understanding. At the same time, she drew a boundary regarding what she felt sorry for.
There was no reason she needed to apologize simply for not being a follower of the Church of Order.
Now that they both understood the irreconcilable difference between their stances, it was time for them to walk their separate, exclusive paths.
Since Hestio and Ipeil were still too stunned to pull themselves together, it fell to Aillet to wrap things up.
Her light green eyes sank in dismal gloom, fixed on the floor. Aillet spoke in a voice as subdued as her gaze.
“If you stay here any longer, the Church of Order will make your positions awkward. I’ll have you returned to the Holy Court right now. Hestio, Ipeil, all this time…”
Thank…