She didn't answer him right away.
Instead, the Saintess turned back toward the cathedral, letting her gaze rest on its soaring arches and radiant spires. The light spilling from its stained glass washed over her face, softening her features, catching in her eyes like distant stars.
When she spoke, her voice was calm.
Not defensive.
Not bitter.
Just… honest.
"I didn't lose my power because I lost faith," she said gently.
Her fingers brushed over the edge of her cloak, a small, grounding motion. The smile on her lips didn't fade, but it changed—less bright now, more serene.
"I lost it because the Goddess lost faith in me."
Luca stiffened slightly, but she continued before he could interrupt.
"That doesn't mean I hate her," she said. "And it doesn't mean I regret believing."
She turned her head toward him again, eyes steady.
