"So, now we're just waiting for your family to come, right?" Nora pondered.
"Yes," Eleanor confidently said, "As you know, the Church Court can't restrict believers from absorbing extraordinary power, but they explicitly forbid believers from taking the Magic Potion to become Transcendents."
"All I have to do is tell them I'm already a Transcendent, and my family will definitely help cover up my heretic identity. That way, they won't force me to marry into another noble family at the risk of exposing myself, and they couldn't possibly send me to a monastery either."
"The best course of action, naturally, would be to inherit a piece of the family's land. That way, I could have an income to support myself and wouldn't have to worry about exposing my identity as a Transcendent."
"Is that so?" Nora slowly said, "Then if your father allows you to inherit the land..."
"Then you would leave us, wouldn't you?"
