"Maybe disclaimed isn't the most accurate word to use... I guess the whole story of the incident would be better:", Ília looked at the sky thoughtfully for a while, it has been so long since it happened... And she was little too! But eventually, she gave him the story behind it: "One time, dad got sick and I went to fetch herbs, but was chased and cornered by villagers who were upset by my "air of superiority", or so was said. When they tried to hurt me, they found themselves unable to, some would even cry and beg for forgiveness."
"After that, dad and I even packed our things to leave in case the church persecuted me, the atmosphere of fear in the village was unbearable, people called me "The Devil" among things behind our backs. But before we could leave, the church sent a priest to the village, just to make sure. I knew he meant no harm. Didn't see hatred or fear in his eyes, we just looked at each other for a moment and the conclusion the priest has come to is that if anything I'm more similar to a saint. A sermon took place after to teach the folk not to discriminate me, and he stayed in the village as well as kept the journal in his possession when I decided to journey through the world. The teachings in that journal... Must remain a secret."
