'So, you found no trace this time either?'
'That is....'
Priscia replied, breaking into a cold sweat toward the old priest who was looking down at her with a chilling gaze.
'If you could just give me a little more time and budget, I'm sure I can find her....'
'Enough. A decision was already made at the last meeting. The knightly order will undergo a new screening and be entrusted to someone else.'
'Eh? Th-then what about me...?'
'Since you've worked hard all this time, how about going down to the Minea Monastery for a while to rest? It's a very quiet and peaceful place, perfect for resting.'
On the surface, it sounded like words of consideration for Priscia, but there was no way she could fail to understand the hidden meaning.
After all, was she not the captain who had missed the Saintess's traces twice? Even if they didn't say it to her face, rumors would surely spread far and wide that there was something wrong with the captain's faith.
