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— That's absolutely right. In the pursuit of beauty, the best aspects of human civilization flourish, and any leader, whether small or great, should inspire a sense of admiration in those who rely on them, including through their outward appearance. — And you? — Asterion raised an eyebrow. — My name is Azalia, and I am the head of this church.
— It is an honor for us. I am Gulveig, — Vegi introduced herself with a bow, expecting Asterion to follow her example and also state his name. However, this gesture wasn't of great importance; the local priestess would likely forget their names soon, as many people pass through the temple each day. Meanwhile, Vegi thought that Azalia's red hair reminded her of Almandine, and this couldn't help but evoke a nostalgic smile in the Arterian. — The decoration of the temple is truly admirable; we thank you sincerely.