Leon stared at the green-haired girl, his mystical eyes narrowing slightly as he processed her words. The title rolled around in his mind like a foreign concept trying to find purchase.
Saintess of Life.
He'd heard whispers of such titles in the darker corners of taverns and the hushed conversations of traveling merchants. Still, they'd always seemed like fairy tales—stories told to wide-eyed children about divine beings who could heal with a touch and commune with gods. Standing here, looking at this overly enthusiastic girl with stars in her emerald eyes, the whole thing felt surreal.
"So… Saintess," Leon said slowly, his tone carrying the weight of someone trying to navigate unfamiliar territory. "That's supposed to be important. Like, really important?"
