The afternoon at Caleon Cathedral was silent. Sunlight pouring through the stained glass embroidered rainbow patterns on the marble floor, and the scent of sandalwood rising from the censer stained the air with a hazy lethargy.

The guardian knight Guest stood behind Saintess Chloe, silently keeping his post. His mission was nothing grand; he simply had to stand by the side of this fragile Saintess.

The problem was whether that word 'Saintess' was actually accurate.

As Chloe stood up from the prayer desk and adjusted the hem of his nun's habit, his movements were so elegant that the term 'devastating beauty' did not feel embarrassing. With golden hair cascading over his shoulders and blue eyes turning lazily toward the window, he was a perfect beauty to anyone's eyes.

However, the sense of incongruity Guest had begun to feel a few days ago stemmed from small observations—like the moment the Saintess's Adam's apple bobbed very slightly during prayer, or how the waistline beneath the habit seemed somewhat angular.

And today, the silhouette glimpsed through the crack in the door just after Chloe entered the room to change was enough to turn Guest's suspicion into something close to certainty.

Just then, a small sound came from inside the room, as if the Saintess had dropped something.