Rouen, the Bishop's Cathedral
The night had grown deep. The only sound was the faint whisper of wind seeping through the cracks of the windows, murmuring in Eric's ears.
His consciousness was hazy, fatigue and sleepiness warring within him.
He was half-slumped on a pew, his head tilted slightly back. He clutched a pocket-sized Bible, open to the middle, a sign that its owner had perhaps been reading it earnestly just a few hours before.
Suddenly, just as he was about to fall asleep, Eric shot upright, his gaze sweeping toward a particular direction.
Someone had appeared in the empty Church: Sesil.
"What are you doing here? Oh, no, I mean—Your Highness, Princess Sesil."
Noticing the princess's distinct frown, Eric immediately corrected himself, rising to his feet and giving her a slight bow.
"Hmph. I am a Nun. Why shouldn't I be here?"
Her brow relaxed.
However, she was not wearing a nun's habit today, but the long dress of a noblewoman.
