I’ve Never Seen a Saint who can use Magic so Well

In a quiet café in Seoul.

"Areum, hi. It's been a while."
"Pro... Professor! Hello!"

I greeted my student with a bright smile as she sat across from me.
As I set my bag down, I replayed the title she had just used.

Professor...
Recently, people had been calling me Saintess more often, so it had been a while since I’d heard this title.
To be honest, I liked this one more. It had always been my dream, after all.

"How have you been?"
"Ah, yes! I've been working hard on my assignments! And praying every morning!"
"Mm, good job."

I nodded with satisfaction.
Waking up early to pray wasn’t as easy as it sounds, especially since Areum had told me she was an atheist.
...Wait, hold on a second.

"Areum."
"Yes?"
"Does that mean the prayers have been effective?"
"Maybe... I thought I should do it since you said you were doing it too... so I didn't think much of it... Hehe."

Our student really knows how to say heartwarming things.
But still, I had to confirm it.

"Then, who were you praying to?"
"……"

Suddenly, Areum went quiet.
She turned her head, avoiding my gaze.
She gave me a quick, shy glance.

It was a cute move, but... this wasn’t the important part.
I asked again.

"Wait, seriously, I’m just asking out of curiosity... You’re not, really, right?"
"……Hehe."

Areum awkwardly laughed and scratched her cheek.
It was a silent admission.

"……"