Don't Be Holy! - Chapter 59
The woman opened the envelope as if singing.
Her hands were smooth and confident. She was certain that the foolish priest had fallen for her lie.
[Send a strand of hair from the person with a memory gap along with the letter.]
Of course, anyone with even a basic understanding of the nature of curses based on theft would have known that this was utter nonsense, but there was no way the runaway priest could have guessed that.
The last time she saw him, he looked like someone who had spent his entire life fiddling with herbs under Hecate’s guidance.
But when she opened the envelope with such confidence, the woman couldn’t help but doubt what she saw and bury her face in the envelope. Inside, there wasn’t a single strand of red hair—just strange leaves.
‘What is this? Has he gone mad from handling nothing but herbs? Is the person he wants to recover memories for a tree?’
Otherwise, why would he send nothing but leaves?
The woman irritably shook the leaves into the air. The leaves Eir had painstakingly carved with her fingernails while fleeing from Rubel flew away into the air.
But at the last moment, a slight breeze caused one leaf to fall onto the terrace floor…….
“What’s this?”
The faint holes in the leaf caught the woman’s attention. She bent down, crouched, and after examining it for a while, finally recognized the carved letters.
“S?”
Muttering to herself, the woman chuckled and reached out. Shadows flew and brought the scattered leaves back one by one, gently placing them on the terrace floor.
The woman crouched down and carefully gathered the scattered letters.
[A, S, W, B, v, e, i, c]
There were eight characters in total. After quietly furrowing her brows and examining the letters, she soon pieced together the puzzle and spoke aloud.
“Accused of being a witch. Save me?”
The woman burst into laughter. She found it rather cute to imagine how desperate Eir must have been to carve her plea into leaves with her fingernails.
With a smile still on her face, she suddenly frowned.
“Come to think of it, why is she using informal speech? Is she talking to a grandma’s friend?”
Was it so hard to send one more leaf? Did she really have to go save such a rude girl?
The woman pondered for a moment. Not really because of that, but for another reason.
Accused of being a witch.
Suddenly, she wondered why that foolish girl would be accused of being a witch.
As far as the woman knew, there was only one possibility.
The person who had asked for her memories to be restored must have been Rubel Shinote. The fact that no hair was sent meant that he had realized he hadn’t lost his memories.
“This is going to be a mess.”
The woman muttered and shook her head.
Combining the conversation Magnus had with the servant earlier and these leaves, she could now understand the full picture of what had happened to Eir.
Rubel Shinote had pretended to lose his memory and gone to the village to investigate Hecate’s curse, and the girl, who had once been a priestess, must have recognized Rubel Shinote’s face.
Our naive priestess must have thought that if Rubel’s memories were restored, he would leave on his own, so she asked the woman to “restore the memories of the one who has lost them.”
Then, when the grave finally turned into a dark flower and the curse was completed, Rubel Shinote, of course, accused the suspicious woman, who had been Hecate’s disciple, of being a witch.
“Yes, that’s it.”
The woman moved her thumb as if calculating, touching each of her other fingers one by one. Her fingers moved as if dancing or calculating, and when all her thoughts were settled, she sighed and let her shoulders slump.
“I guess I have no choice but to go save her. It’s annoying, but she’s pitiful.”
She stretched like a cat and then went inside, where the bright lights of revelry were lit. Soon, the sound of champagne popping and cheers echoed, and the night continued as if it would last forever.
