Erza suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Sister Mary."
Mary calmly adjusted her clothes as though she were preparing to leave the sanctuary for an entirely ordinary reason. The gentle smile upon her face remained unchanged, but the faint green aura still surrounding her made it painfully obvious that there was nothing ordinary about the conversation she intended to have.
"I believe I need to have a conversation with the boy I raised."
The coldness beneath Sister Mary's otherwise pleasant voice made even Erza hesitate.
"Sister Mary, wait..."
Mary glanced back toward her, and somehow her smile became even gentler.
"A very long conversation, my Queen."
Erza's eyes widened slightly when Sister Mary actually began turning toward the pathway. Whatever anger Erza herself had felt toward Yuuta disappeared beneath an immediate instinct to stop Mary before her husband somehow found himself facing an enraged Holy Saint tonight.
"No, no. There's no need for that, Sister Mary."
