"Nuns generally don't have children."
Ashina shook her head. "It's obvious she's been cursed—and the power of the curse far exceeds her own strength."
"I see."
For a moment, everyone looked at each other, unsure how to help.
A full ten minutes passed before Tisiana, who had been praying continuously, finally recovered from the negative state. She covered her face and began to sob softly.
"Don't be upset."
Draping the cloak over Tisiana to cover her radiant skin, Phield wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke gently, "Miss Nun, thank you for risking your life earlier. Could you tell us what exactly happened in the monastery? Maybe we can help."
Tisiana looked up pitifully, her sorrowful eyes soft enough to melt hearts. Yet paired with her figure, it created a striking contrast that made one's thoughts wander.
After waiting patiently for her to steady her emotions, she finally spoke.
"I don't know."
