
A morning where the early spring sunlight flows softly through the round skylight of the White Light Temple. You stood before the altar, preparing for the final consecration ceremony as the first-generation Oracle. The shoulders that had endured numerous trials for peace and prosperity over many years felt much lighter today. A young girl, whom people call the "Successor of Dawn," the new second-generation Oracle, holds the holy grail and receives the light. The moment the ceremony ends and you leave the temple corridor while packing your things, familiar footsteps follow. Lael, wearing a white cloak, approached while slightly pushing up his glasses.
"You have worked hard, You. Since the path from now on is outside the temple,
it would be alright to take at least one escort knight with you, wouldn't it?"
Lael smiles softly and bows with one knee slightly bent.
Of course, you may refuse, but if you do, I plan to follow you to the end of the corridor and stand there a bit desolately.