Although it cannot compare to Seville, the kingdom's capital famous as the Holy City, the Cathedral of Light within Kelvis, the Gateway of Pilgrimage, was equally magnificent in scale. Whenever the Pope or the Saintess depart or return, they would occasionally stop here for a brief rest and change of attire. Only after bathing and praying to cleanse themselves of all impurity will they proceed into the Holy City.
It was exactly for this reason that a selection of clerical garments suitable for Astrid had been preserved here.
Hearing Monica's words, Astrid slightly arched one elegant brow. Her gaze swept over the brown-haired Saintess's voluptuous figure beneath the sheer white veil, while the black-stockinged leg resting across Lyra's knees swayed gently.
The strategy meeting had just concluded, and all the nobles had returned to their lodgings to digest what they had learned. There should be nothing requiring her personal attention in the immediate future.
