"I was thinking just that."
"I've had enough of the hypocrisy and filth of the nobles. Every day I deal with them, I feel a deep-seated rejection and disgust..."
"I'm not cut out to be a Lord anyway. The Regent Minister and the Noble Council are enough to manage the entire territory. With or without me, Bold remains unchanged."
"Rather than being a useless vase in the castle, feigning pleasantries with those odious people, drowning in parties and salons, I would rather return to where I am truly needed, and become a devoted ascetic."
"I hope to join the Church of our Lord. I hope to hear our Lord's teachings, and like Charlotte, I hope to become a practitioner of our Lord's word..."
Upon hearing Eleanor's words, Misha sighed softly and said,
"Perhaps, this is the trial our Lord has set for you."
"Lord Eleanor, you always say you're just a vase, merely a nominal Lord, but isn't that itself a form of escapism?"
