"Did you hear the news? A man is staying in this very temple!"
"That's atrocious—"
"Amazing!"
It was an absurd request. Most of the women who stayed in Mashiro Temple were all chaste women who dedicated their lives to follow the arts of Ao Mastery and serving the Slumbering Goddess in their own way. A good number of them had been raised in this very temple from the moment they had been born.
And various women from different nations had been staying here.
"What makes you say such a thing, Lelia?" A woman with dark hair glanced at a blonde hair girl. Most of them had lived their lives content and at peace, so the idea of a man finally arriving was strange to most.
Lelia beamed at her, "I've never met a man before—"
"They're ugly flesh bags." Another woman commented while cleaning the temple. She was wiping old ancient jars and urns. Others were placing freshly harvested flowers and leaves into beautiful garlands around the temple's pillars and entrance.
