The head nun of the Central Church began to lead this generation’s saintess, Clana, somewhere.

She had anticipated Clana’s answer, so she had already prepared a custom uniform for her.

As they walked through the church’s corridors, the head nun spoke.

“Principal Serthia has passed away.”

“Oh… I see. Serthia….”

It had been some time since her passing, and now there were few who didn’t know, but Clana was one of them.

Living within the church, she was often out of touch with news from the outside world.

Clana remained silent for a moment after hearing the news. Even a …