“If you keep behaving like this, I will be in quite a predicament.”
Dean Mathieu began, fidgeting with a large ruby ring. He was an elderly high-ranking priest who had been the head of Dunston Monastery for over a decade.
“There is a limit to running an orphanage with meager donations. Nevertheless, we have been accepting beggar children from all directions out of a sense of duty. But since you haven’t been processing the promised amount, we’ve been in the red for months now, haven’t we?”
Then, the woman sitting across from him scanned Mathieu with cold eyes. More precisely, she eyed the unnecessarily flashy accessories he was wearing.
“You don’t seem to be in such dire straits for someone complaining so much. I heard you’re making a tidy profit by selling orphans to the pleasure districts.”
“Only a few high-quality ones can be disposed of that way. Last month, we only managed to sell four boys and seven girls. The trash still overflows in the world, and they keep flocking here endlessly.”
Having said that, Mathieu leaned forward and stared at the woman’s face. She was wrapped in a black priest’s robe, a special guest who should never have set foot in this monastery under normal circumstances.
“So, shouldn’t you…