"Ah…! I'm sorry."
Hearing the enchanting feminine voice, Arthur paused.
So did everyone else.
Their gazes immediately shifted towards the source of the voice, where a golden-haired woman was standing, looking slightly off-balance as she had almost stumbled over one of the women.
"Miss!" A blue-haired woman immediately hurried towards Stella, her voice filled with concern as she saw the Saintess almost fall onto someone.
"Miss! I told you, please take my hand before roaming around."
"Urrgh…"
Stella grumbled slightly, but she didn't argue.
She obediently reached out and took Iris's hand before turning back towards the person she had nearly bumped into.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she quickly apologised.
Fiona looked at the golden-haired woman standing before her—her long, lustrous hair gracefully falling around her shoulders, while a black blindfold covered her eyes.
Just standing before the woman made her feel a faint sense of peace.
"I-It's—"
