Post station.
The Sacred Girl of Southern Border looked at the reply in her hand, somewhat silent.
"Are they unwilling to come?" the witch doctor beside her frowned and asked, somewhat displeased.
The Sacred Girl of Southern Border pressed her lips: "Her reasoning is appropriate, if we keep urging, it'll only make us seem like we have ulterior motives."
"But we must ensure whether she knows about our matter." The witch doctor was a bit angry, anxiously pacing in place.
The Sacred Girl of Southern Border remained calm, and after a moment, she said: "For now, wait. If she doesn't want to see us, there's nothing but to wait."
"Saintess, we can't wait any longer."
"But here is the capital, do you have the ability to take action?" the Sacred Girl of Southern Border asked calmly.
The witch doctor chuckled: "Saintess, if it wasn't for your intervention, I could use a potion on her."
