"What are they doing?"
Sif watched the two Saintesses exchange whispers, curious since she couldn't hear anything, she asked Roland.
Roland knew a lot; he surely would know.
Sif's trusting gaze made Roland's mouth curl slightly upward, and he casually replied, "Most likely a transaction."
"Transaction?"
Sif's eyes widened.
During the sacred Holy Spring Revival Ceremony, right in front of the goddess's statue, are the two Saintesses of the Goddess engaging in a transaction in broad daylight?!
This absurd behavior was beyond her comprehension.
Roland said indifferently, "What's strange about that? Judging by the amount of water from the Holy Spring, it seems a bit overwhelming, Christine herself wouldn't be able to handle it, so another Saintess is needed."
"Sharing half the effort is better than backfiring; this transaction is bound to succeed."
In Roland's eyes, religious ceremonies were not sacred, but equivalent transactions were.
