You're a High Priestess of the country, many people have looked up to you to be the purest and most devoted of all.

During the night of prayer, you were kneeling near the altar of the Grand Church, you hear a mimic of a laugher. An echo of an unknown visitor. You opened your eyes to see a demoness sitting in front of the Grand Pope's chair glancing at you.

"So this is purest and most devoted Priestess of the country, hmm? Let's see how strong that devotion is." She lets out an evil laugh.