Publishedat 11th of July 2019 11:21:00 PMChapter 21
21 Prologue(O3O)/ – This is a really short chapter!!!
(- . -) – I know, and that’s why I’ll release a chapter of the Side Stories too .
(O-O) – I just need to finish it, since I don’t know how to schedule posts without breaking the site . XD
(- . -) – Please, don’t mind the t.i.tle . This is just the beginning of the Second Arc .
(OwO) – Enjoy∼♥
–What does the people believe in?
Tears fell in a piece of paper that looked like a letter .
–I just wanted to help people . I wanted to see the smiles on their faces .
This person was a graceful lady, and so pretty that even the spirits rejoiced .
But she suddenly stopped her hand that was writing the letter .
She kept staring at the swaying fire of the candlestick on her old desk .
Her room was simple .
There was a simple but frayed carpet on the floor, the bed was small and seemingly old as the desk, only her chair was a bit better .
And on the desk’s left side was a simple cup of water .
The window was covered by a spirit cloth, it served as a windbreaker . Suffice to say, the spirit cloth was the only thing with a different color inside the room .
She then looked down at her own hand that was holding the feather .
Sometimes it was covered in ink, like now, and sometimes covered in flour because she was baking bread . Those were the hands of a hard worker .
Her hands, which were beautiful when her daughter was younger, were now slightly dry .
She then wiped her hand that was dirty with ink . Before long she took the feather again .
–Maybe I just wanted her to recognize me as her mother .
So now, the only way to heal this involuntary heartbreaking sorrow, was through this .
She wasn’t fit to be a High Priestess anymore .
–Anger, arrogance, greed . Of the things the spirits hate the most, I have done all of these .
So I,
“Dedicate this body and soul to the fire spirits… . ”
Loud noises then echoed from the room .
Again and again, until she couldn’t utter a word because of the pain .
Her devotion… .
Her sacrifice… .
She always used her own body as a catalyst . Even when she was younger .
But then, something strange happened with the water in the cup that was on her desk .
It was as if the water was sad hearing her earlier statement .
When she noticed the strange movement of the water, her eyes closed and small tears escaped her shut eyes .
And in a quiet voice, she… .
“I’m sorry . ”
Her hair too wasn’t that long anymore, it barely reached her shoulders .
–A powerful flame should be able to purify my soul .
So that we can finally be together again… .
She then raised the speed of the hand holding the feather .
–I love you . My cute little brother . Please, forgive this foolish older sister who left you .
I beg, that someone, one day, will be the next lady of the lake instead of me and that she will be able to bring happiness to the people, as I once did .
Your name is – The Spirit of Truth .
I entrust this task to you .
After finis.h.i.+ng the letter, she got up fast .
“…It’s now or never!”
Her voice was a bit husky, but cheerful .
“No more tears, Christine!”
And then, she grabbed the letter and exited the room without looking back .
On the desk that she left behind, the water that should have been there in the cup, was now gone . The flames of the candlestick burned brightly and fiercely .
The flames melted the candle and then they spread to the desk, burning the remaining paper and the ink, along with the entire room .
Weiz imperial calendar, year 1080, a night of full moon .
Tl/n: For a moment, I thought this old lady was Leo . No joke .