Those words were frightening for him. What if he really was a saint? And the visions were complementary to a saint?
While he was frozen in the fright the high priest Rufus gave him, the high priest quietly got up.
"You will remain here… I have to get back now."
And left him alone in the private prayer room.
"…?"
What is he supposed to do here by himself? Isn't this just forceful isolation?
Ellis watched the statue of Cerys, going into a state of meditation from the lack of entertainment.
†††
With a ramrod-straight back, Ellis had been sitting in the same position for probably hours now, staring at the goddess of love with an empty gaze.
"Cerys… if you really need a saint, there are many more deserving of that title than me."
If Ellis really did become a saint, it wouldn't benefit him or others. Nor did he deserve that title when he thought about it.
Let's just stop being stubborn for once.
