"You didn't ask me before starting any of this…" Raven was understandably upset with Erika, but the priestess couldn't understand why. And as the carriage carried them home, their conversation grew tenser by the second. "You've already recruited soldiers, what's next? Make an army under Milo's nose and pile up more work for Ophelia and Amelia?"
Squinting with doubt, Erika stared at Raven. To her, nothing felt wrong as it was her duty to spread the name of her goddess forward. Even so, trying to sympathise with her man, she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Is this why we do this, Raven? To spread her name and influence?"
"That's why you did this, not us." Shrugging her hand off, the hero looked into Erika's eyes. A mix of frustration and confusion, he too was lost as to how to handle this situation. "As for the reason we fight, it's for our own survival. Without Athenia's help, we might perish, but that doesn't make her an angel either, as she, too, has a lot to gain by helping us."
