Beatrice curiously asked, "Oh? Not afraid of me now?"
Grace sighed, "No, I rarely meet high-ranking nobles. Saying I'm not afraid is a lie."
Beatrice replied, "Then why don't you lower your head now?"
Grace earnestly said, "If I were here as an ordinary woman, I would be afraid. After all, the gap in status is too large, and I'd be scared of saying something wrong."
"And now?" Beatrice leisurely asked, "Why have you changed your mind now?"
Grace pursed her lips and said, "But I appear here as a candidate saint of the church and a subject of His Highness. Mumbling would be disrespectful to those who support me."
Beatrice paused for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Hahaha, interesting, now you truly show some saintly demeanor."
"I'm not worthy."
Beatrice remarked, "When Louis sought me out, he was a worthy candidate for support because he rarely asks me for help. Now it seems, our investment was quite successful."
"I'm glad to satisfy you all," Grace said with a gentle smile.
