"Ah, I finally remember," Freya, who had been sitting silently by Catherine's side and had ceded the stage of the performance to her, suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, breaking the implicit understanding between Catherine and Shiela's gaze. Her Highness stared intently at the middle-aged looking female ghost before her and whispered, "Ever since we met, I've felt that there was something familiar about the way you paid respects to us, but I couldn't recall where I had seen it. Now, I finally remember."
"You gave me quite a scare," although Lina's ears were tuned to the confrontation between the two ladies, her eyes remained fixed on the book she was holding. Freya's sudden exclamation caused her to tremble, nearly toppling the stone oil lamp on the table. The priestess carefully put away her book, gave Freya a glare, and pouted, "What's so surprising about the way someone pays their respects? Haven't we seen all kinds of etiquette before?"
