Scratch, scratch—
Countless quill pens floated in the air, writing across sheets of paper.
“……”
Before long, Bae Seokyung—the bishop who owned the quills—let out a sigh.
“Haa…”
At the sound, the quills floating in the air descended one after another and settled upon the desk. The enormous desk, as long as a banquet table, easily accommodated so many objects.
‘An answer will not come easily.’
Dense writing covered the papers, which lay thick enough to feel soft underfoot. They depicted the relationship between humanity and Divinity. There were descriptions of human limitations as well, and accounts of what occurred when humans changed into Divinities and Divinities into humans.
“……”
Bae Seokyung stood still and watched them.
‘The Saintess’s condition has stabilized considerably.’
Hunter Seo Gio had said that he had brought her mind and body into balance. In other words, the Saintess’s fate would be decided when the scales tipped toward either humanity or Mystery.
‘…But for now, just a little longer… There is still so much the Saintess has not learned…’
No. That was not it.
‘…They are all excuses.’
The Saintess was the scholar who held more knowledge than anyone else in the Moon Church. Bae Seokyung knew the effort she had made and the results she had shown. She must not disregard them. To do so would be to disregard the Saintess herself.
“…This is not a matter I dare agonize over.”
In the end, every choice would be the Saintess’s to make.
‘I must trust her judgment.’
Whether she refined her abilities once more and became the…