Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku Vol 1 Chapter 21

(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 .