The girl's expression turned blank.
Sect Follower—wasn't that the term used for the cultists wanted throughout the Kingdom?
Such an accusation wasn't something one could casually voice. If it were leveled between Nobles, it was quite ordinary for the matter to escalate into a duel to the death.
But more than feeling offended, the girl's first reaction was confusion.
She looked at her best friend's serious face tinged with worry, knowing that the other was neither joking nor harboring any dissatisfaction toward her.
So the girl replied to her solemnly.
"It's not like that, although Father is indeed terrifying, I've never seen him do anything bad."
After pondering, the girl hesitantly added another line.
"At least when he's at home... that's the case, and I've never seen anyone strange, like a cultist."
"That's good to hear..." Her best friend let out a sigh of relief, but a trace of concern still lingered in her soft, pale red pupils.
