Hiyori returned home after the meeting, but even after getting back to her room, she still couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened earlier.
Honestly, there had been so much to take in that she was still struggling to wrap her head around the fact that she now possessed the power of the Saint. Even after spending some time alone, she couldn't quite convince herself that it was real. The power that had suddenly awakened inside her was something that Haruna had been desperately seeking for such a long time, yet somehow, Hiyori had ended up being the one to receive it.
She couldn't help wondering how things had turned out this way.
"I don't really need this power, and I don't particularly care about it either," she muttered while sitting in her room, staring absently at the floor. "But it's not like I can do anything about it now, can I?"
