Catherine walked out of the church and headed to the side.
Her eyes peered to the yellow portal and squinted when a silhouette was there.
Recognizing who the person was, her breaths became rigid and heavy, she was so furious that it made her hyperventilate. She has always done what she could, for the church, even compared to the other nuns, she was the most diligent.
But as opposed to having her kindness repaid in full, she was used instead.
She didn't know how long she stood at the corner of the church.
Once she collected herself, she gripped her short sword and went over to the portal.
Poised in front of the portal was the pastor, and he seemed to be doing something.
He also seemed to be talking with someone within the portal.
"You were the only one I thought I could rely on..." A trembling voice interrupted him.
Glancing over his shoulder, the pastor raised an eyebrow and realized that it was Catherine.