He moved right up to the base of the statue—and then froze.
This looks exactly like me!!!
Rafayel was shocked at the sight.
The stone figure of the goddess looked slightly older, perhaps around fifteen or sixteen, but the resemblance was uncanny.
What the hell? Why?)
He stared up in disbelief when he suddenly heard a voice from behind him.
"Raffy!"
He turned around to see Quina standing beside an older woman—presumably the Sister who ran the church.
"Good afternoon, Sir Rafayel. Thank you for taking care of these children earlier," she said while bowing her head respectfully.
Rafayel pulled down his hood and waved his hands nervously.
"N-no, really! I just stuck my nose where it didn't belong. It wasn't a big deal."
The Sister raised her head, and the moment she saw his face, her eyes widened in shock—only to quickly return to a gentle smile, as if nothing had happened.
