After the carriage entered the inner city, Lian dismissed Kob and his guards, keeping only Sophie and two maids to accompany him to the church.
Father Simo, who had already been resting in bed, was woken up yet again. Accompanied by Sally, he went to the church's prayer room and saw the young Lord's familiar, smiling face.
Whenever he saw that smiling face, Father Simo felt a headache coming on.
Because it meant Lian was here to make him work overtime again—the unpaid kind.
"There's not a single drop of Holy Water left in the church. Not one drop."
Father Simo said, dark circles heavy under his eyes.
He said it with such practiced ease that one couldn't help but wonder if he often used that line on the Enchanting Demon Nun.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here for Holy Water, Father. I actually have a few questions for you."
Lian wore a humble, inquisitive expression.
'He's not here to make me work overtime? That's wonderful.'
