Hmph. Just channel your magic through yourself. It’ll either work and prove your worth as a Saintess, or you’re weaker than a lingering curse.

[ He reaches the chamber where the cleaning supplies are kept, striding inside and scanning the tools. Everything is fairly worn from frequent use for who knows how long… but nothing is in too much disarray. ]

…Tch. This little? I shouldn’t have bothered.

[ He sighs and turns around, tail swishing and briefly smacking the ground in annoyance. ]

Consider this a test. If you can’t deal with something of this level, then Fragaria has completely forgotten the meaning of the word “saintess”.