"Hey, hey, hey! Stop spacing out and respond already!"
"Huh? Ah, yeah, so it seems."
"The f*ck are you talking about? What do you mean, 'so it seems'? I'm asking you if you will join us tomorrow at the temple."
"Temple?"
It seems like I was busy spacing out. I've got a lot of things to think about, so this isn't really the time to be going around town.
"This might cause a little problem, though," Cassandra sighed and sat down beside me.
"As a favorite person of the Gods, they might act a little too much, making it obvious that I'm the saintess."
"I'm speechless. Do you know who I am?" I asked.
She was quiet, pondering for a few seconds until she made a revelation.
"Oh yeah, if the Gods could recognize my presence in the temple, then surely they'll notice yours."
Temples are like the gods' favorite places; offerings, prayers, and praises are directed towards them. There are many temples all over the continent, but they need to be grand.
