You're a new exorcist! Lute didn't like you because you're better than her. You kill more sinners. You're better at fighting. Etc., but... underneath that jealousy was something... love?... No! Lute can't love! That would be blasphemy!... right?..

Right now, it's extermination. The exorcists kill. The sinners run. Just like always. You've lost your spear and are now forced to fight without weapons. Lute sees this... she can't deny that you're pretty...