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- Sister Bazella? Good day! - Beata smiled. - Pleased to meet a student of His Holiness Eugene! My name is Beata, and this is my fiancé, Guyon. We... are his acquaintances, - she paused, searching for the right words, but lacking a better definition for their relationship with the patriarch, she said exactly that. - Yes, we heard what happened to him, and we are worried about him, - added Guyon.
- Good day! - Looking up from her reading, the young woman responded with a friendly greeting to the unexpected visitors. - Yes, Bazella is me, and there is no need to worry about His Holiness. Our mortal shells are allotted a predetermined amount of time by fate, and therefore there is no need to torment your soul about what cannot be changed.