For safety reasons, Cydonia checked around the premises of the monastery to make sure none of the scoundrels lurked around in wait. Once she was certain all of them had either fled or laid on the ground in their own blood, she returned with the good news.
“Taro es Victor, Seraphim!” said Sister Leandra when she saw her.
She nodded once in reply.
“Seraphim Cydonia, while you were gone to fend off the bandits, a lad named Weston came by to request your presence before Commander Romata in the Bellevue garrison.” she said with a smile, glad to know the novices were safe once again.
“Commander Romata? For what reason would he call me?” she asked a bit surprised.
It was a bit strange that all of these happened during the same day, but she let it off as a simple coincidence.
“I do not know, Seraphim, but I do advise you to go see him. Fear not, we will make sure to increase the number of guards in order to make sure no scoundrel dares to touch our novices again.” she stated firmly.
“Very well.” said Cydonia, but before she left for the garrison, she remembered something from the other day. “Sister Faladal told me yesterday she was looking for some tangleweed. Do you happen to know by any chance where I may find some?” she asked politely.
“But of course, Seraphim! There is some in the garden by the well. But Sister Faladal should have gone there by herself, not ask novices and you, Seraphim, to do such tasks.” said Sister Leandra as she shook her head.
“Her books and research for a new cure for rashes take up all of her time. But, even if I am a Seraphim, I do not mind such a simple and easy task. Now I bid you farewell sister and once more, thank you for your help!” said Cydonia showing her a small smile.
“The pleasure is all mine, Sister Cydonia. May the light guide you on your journey!” she replied by bowing her head.