Divorce Manual

Chapter 120

"......"

What is she saying now?

I narrow my brows at her words, unable to understand what she meant.

Owner?

No, she said that she would give me a blessing, but all of a sudden, it's the owner that doesn't want me to give what I have to others.

I look at the priestess in front of me.

"What do you mean?"

"......"

Despite my question, she keeps her head down and shuts her mouth as if she had nothing more to say.

Swallowing up my embarrassment, I remove my gaze, slowly examining the wrinkles around the woman's eyes. Her hair is mixed with brown and green. Her ears are adorned with red earrings.

Is this the person who guided me?

With a skeptical expression on my face, I look back at the scene I had witnessed in the main hall.

"Priestess Edith, please guide Her Grace."

"Yes."

Then, a figure of the priestess that comes to mind is a woman wearing a black robe.

I do not know.

To be honest, I was in such a hurry to get out of the place that I didn't have time to look at anything else properly.

What to do...

It seems difficult to force the priestess, whose mouth remained shut like a conch shell, to open up.

Especially if I'm buried in my doubts like this, I shouldn't say anything more.

Let's be calm.

First, take a long breath and close your eyes as if you are trying to control your emotions.

"May I know what the owner meant to say?"

However—

"That's all I can say, Your Grace."

She chews the soft flesh in her mouth with steel-like determination.

In the current situation, it's me who needs to get one more thing from her, but to do that, I have to persuade her.

Of course, you can dismiss what you are hearing now as nonsense made by a mad woman, but—

You never know.

Will I find out why I became Abella?

There must have been a reason why I came to the temple instead of Lapel's festival.

Therefore, I have to get as much as I can out of her. I then become too impatient and my mouth begins to dry up.

First—

"P-Priestess."

"Yes, Your Grace?"

"Originally, priestesses are agents of God. Aren't they also the ones who interpret HIS meaning?"

I want to lean on each other's mutual faith, so I politely put my hands together, lower my eyes toward my arms, and speak as carefully as I can.

"I am a person who is ignorant of God's will and knows nothing, so I think it would be good if you could teach me a little about its interpretation."

However—

"......"

There is still no sign of her opening her mouth.

You are stubborn.

What should I do?

I bite my lip, glancing at a woman who doesn't seem likely to be persuaded with money.

"Priestess?"

"...The owner may burn off his own branches of grapes and radishes, but he does not give them to others."

She explains, leaves off at the end of that sentence, and then bows her head again.

What grape tree are you talking about?

It isn't even 20 questions.

It would be nice if she could explain it properly. I bite my lip at her enigmatic words.

When I asked for an interpretation, the priestess gave even more ambiguity.

"God, the owner, and the vine."