"She?" Ludwig muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he processed the bishop's words. The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of his question hanging in the air.
The bishop and the paladin both turned to Ludwig, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. The paladin, Juaquin, looked particularly irritated.
"I thought the saint was a young boy…" Ludwig continued, his voice steady but laced with confusion. "The one that appeared in Letonia and eradicated the Drak Family…"
The bishop's expression softened, though his eyes remained sharp. "Ah, yes… we'll get to that. It's very important too. But no, he wasn't the saint. He was called that because… well, he was just that powerful both in divinity and in influence. The real saint was back at the holy temple."
The bishop snapped his fingers, and a faint shimmering barrier of sound encapsulated the room, cutting off any possibility of eavesdropping. The air grew heavier, the atmosphere more tense.
