Noel found himself pinned against a cold stone wall, barely processing how things had escalated so quickly.
The girl in front of him was small—shorter than most students he knew—but something about her presence felt... overwhelming. Her soft pink hair framed delicate features, and her bright eyes studied him with a strange intensity.
"I don't sense any malice from you," she said softly. "You seem like a good person."
'What kind of opening line is that?' Noel blinked, unsure how to react.
"Uh… I see. Could you maybe step back a little?"
"Of course," she said, retreating just a bit but keeping her gaze fixed on him. "How did you know I'm the Saint?"
Noel froze. "You're the Saint?"
She tilted her head. "Yes… wait—you just said it a second ago. You called me the Saint. But that hasn't been announced yet. The Church only made the decision last night. There's no way you should know."
