"Father, I don't think there's any urgency for us to go to the temple right now," Primrose said once they were inside the carriage.
Lazarus sat beside her, while Edmund sat across from them. Since they were using the Duke of Illvaris's carriage, it was much smaller than the one they usually used back in Noctvaris.
Because of that, Edmund had to keep his head lowered the entire way, or else he would keep bumping it against the carriage ceiling.
Primrose felt bad for her husband, but if they wanted to visit the temple, it was better to use a carriage that the priests would recognize.
"Silly child, what do you mean by that?!" Lazarus looked at her with reddened eyes. "You haven't visited the temple in months! Of course, you have to go now, otherwise, you might be cursed with bad luck!"
If only her father knew that she had already died once in her past life, he'd probably think it was because she didn't go to the temple often enough.
