Saul: Oh, dear God… To have me meet such a beautiful lady… Dear God, would you understand my happiness at this moment? I am witness to your work of beauty standing in front of me…
Cecilia: Oh, you are Saul, are you not? Good day.
Saul: …… Oh… Uh, yes, good day.
Cecilia: I’m sorry, I was thinking some things over, and I didn’t hear what you were saying. Would you please repeat what you said to me?
Saul: …Well… Anyway, General Cecilia, seeing that we are both servants of God, might you be interested in having dinner with me some time?
Cecilia: Oh, I’m sorry. I am not a servant of God.
Saul: Of course you are, my lady. Everyone in this world is serving God.
Cecilia: Do you think so?
Saul: Yes. So can we make arrangements for dinner?
Cecilia: I suppose I’ll think about it.
Saul: Ah, General Cecilia!
Cecilia: Oh, Saul.
Saul: I have had the privilege of meeting you again… It must be your overwhelming beauty, do you not agree?
Cecilia: Are you always like that?
Saul: Well, yes I am. However, I am only trying to make you feel comfortable around me… Ah, yes! We must decide on a date for our dinner meeting. Have you thought about it?
Saul: T-This cannot be! Have you forgotten? The other day, we met and we agreed that there is no person in this world who does not serve God.
Cecilia: Ah yes, I think I can recall vaguely…
Cecilia: I’m sorry, I was busy with the battle.
Saul: Oh…I see. Well then, I suppose it shall have to be another day. But please do not forget next time.
Cecilia: Yes, I’ll try not to.
Saul: Ah, General Cecilia!
Saul: I trust that you have thought about our dinner meeting this time.
Cecilia: Ah, yes. Very well, I shall invite you my manor when the war ends.
Saul: I shall be looking forward to that! It is not every day that one is invited to a high-class Etrurian noble’s mansion.
Cecilia: But you might want to bear in mind that my father can be a little…difficult.
Saul: Difficult? What do you mean?
Cecilia: Well, ordinarily my father is a very kind and caring man. However, once when I was still a child, I invited a male friend of mine to our house. When my father saw that, he just drew his sword on my friend.
Saul: Um… Is that really a matter of being difficult?
Cecilia: My father lost his temper, so we tried to calm him down. However, it was not easy. The tea spilled everywhere, the table was sliced in two, and what was supposed to be a dinner party became more like an arena. My friend somehow escaped with his life. That will always be a day to remember.
Cecilia: But my father is still on the good end. You see, my grandfather can be even more difficult than my father sometimes…
Saul: Oh, I just remembered! I had some work left at the church that I must attend to. I’m terribly sorry, but since it seems that arranging a dinner meeting would be difficult, I shall be off now… Good day, General Cecilia!
Cecilia: Oh? Well, I’m sorry to hear that.