She would have given him an ofuda as a keepsake, but the suspicious, sidelong glances from the abbot made her hesitate. Besides, he probably wouldn't be interested, so she simply patted him gently on the head.
- Maybe I really should move here... - she murmured, so quietly that only Trude could have heard. - After this divine comedy, - this time, she didn't add "if I live to see it," - you truly are a great person, Trude-sama. Not only a demigoddess and a magnificent cook, but also someone who can offer support in difficult times. I should learn from you. However... The same can be said for the others.
She stands up and brushes the grass off her knees.
- Alright. I really wanted to avoid unnecessary scenes, so... It's time to end it.