The confessional remained cloaked in quiet. Only the soft creak of the wooden divider and the dim flicker of candlelight reminded them of the sacred space they occupied.
"What?" she finally said—no confusion in her tone, just calm curiosity, as if she had merely been waiting for Noel to confirm something she already suspected.
Noel nodded slowly, though she couldn't see it. "Yes. Someone inside the church wants to kill you. Because of your position as Saint."
Through the carved screen, he could make out her silhouette—still, composed.
'She's not surprised,' Noel thought. 'Almost like she's heard this before.'
"I see," Charlotte said, her voice level. "I suppose it was only a matter of time. But I didn't expect the threat to come from inside the Holy Capital."
"You're taking this... better than I expected."
