"Shouldn't you start preparing to welcome our precious guests then?"
The priestess's voice was like a gentle breeze, but it also carried a trace of malice that was hidden within.
"Make sure that nothing goes wrong. The Hell's Gate should be almost prepared. This borrowed knife... You can't lose it..."
"It shall be done as per the will of her holiness." The Priest who had approached, bowed deeply and retreated, leaving the priestess alone with her thoughts.
"It is not my wish. It is the wish of the Goddess," the Holy Priestess said, but her expressions looked slightly different. "It is all for the divine!"
There was a smirk on the corner of her lips, but no one was here to see it.
She stood up, her white robes flowing around her like waves. The statue of the goddess loomed above her, its expression unchanged by the centuries.
The Holy Priestess placed her hand on the Statue, looking above. "Isn't that right?"