The four saintess candidates

Leviana raised a hand to her forehead and sighed.

Anna was still sitting by the bed as though nothing she had just said was the least bit unusual. Lathel's left hand was still held firmly in hers, pressed against her chest right over her heart. After confirming he was out of danger, the strange state that had blanketed the room gradually stabilized. The red of the fire in the hearth returned, the medicine bottles on the table regained their original colors, and the sound of rain outside the window rang clearly once more.

Only Anna still refused to let go of Lathel's hand.

Leviana watched her for a while, and in the end didn't know what to say.

In the previous life, among the women who had stood by Lathel's side, Anna was perhaps the only one who had never truly done anything wrong to him.