It wasn’t that Inquisitor Lumie had been particularly interested in the Saintess from the beginning. Rather, it was the result of accumulated coincidences repeatedly stimulating her steel-like nerves.
When she quickly turned her head to avoid a sudden gust of wind carrying leaves, at the end of her gaze, there was always the small Saintess.
While rubbing her eyes from the dust that flew in while overseeing the procession, she would meet the gray eyes of the Saintess, who happened to be passing by, looking at her with concern.
After such coincidences repeated several times, Inquisitor Lumie found herself habitually following the figure of Saintess Sisle with her eyes.
As she gradually learned more about the small Saintess, a natural thought arose.
‘Indeed, someone who was elevated to Saintess at such a young age is different.’
Contrary to the expectation that she would be burdened with babysitting a child, Saintess Sisle was showing an exemplary demeanor as a squire.
Even though she was not very accustomed to horseback riding, she drove her horse with a serious expression all day long. Considering that even the older inquisitors occasionally dozed off, her concentration was exceptional.
And that wasn’t all. She was the last among the members to receive her rations and the first to respond to Lumie’s orders.
When she was exempted from night watch duty…