The back garden looked nothing like the church itself. It wasn't noisy, nor did it feel cramped.
The air carried the faint scent of snow and freshly brewed coffee, set on a small circular table.
For a fleeting moment, Xion wondered why these people from the church were so obsessed with their drinks.
Luckily, it wasn't jasmine, or he might've turned right back.
At the paladin's polite gesture, Xion took a seat on one of the two chairs.
The arrangement alone made it clear: only the holy priest and his personally invited guest were to sit.
But did the knight care? Of course not.
Under the paladin's incredulous gaze, Ray dragged the chair next to Xion and dropped into it without a shred of ceremony.
"I'm afraid we might need another chair," Xion said to the paladin, pulling back his hood.
It was pointless to hide his face now.
"…I understand."
Was it just Xion's imagination, or did he catch a hint of resentment in the paladin's eyes? It was definitely aimed at Ray.
