The crisp sound of a silver fork lightly tapping a porcelain plate broke the afternoon silence of the church. Hero gracefully put down her knife and fork, gently wiped her rosy lips with a napkin, and then looked up seriously.
Although the church's meals were only half-filling, it was clearly not the time to consider having another meal.
Across the long table, under Hero's gaze, a young man dressed in a dark blue priest's robe sat upright, and the long bench emitted a slight groan with his tense back.
This young cleric in front of her was the priest of this small country church. Hero had met him several times before becoming a nun, and in the past month, there had been quite a bit of interaction between the two.
But for the priest, this brief time was obviously not enough to make him mature and steady.
