From the day she witnessed the meeting between the abbot and the suspicious visitor, Dasha began to secretly visit his office. It was to find evidence to accuse the abbot.
“Dasha, let’s stop now. What if we get caught? Anyway, I’ve got to give it to you—your guts are something else.”
Of course, Ramira, who had volunteered to keep watch, was also quite bold.
The girls tiptoed down the corridor and reached the main building of the monastery, which was deserted.
“But all the doors are locked?”
“We can pick them. Ramira, give me that skewer over there.”
“Heh… Where did you learn such skills?”
“It’s not a structure that requires learning. The locks in this monastery are all simple.”
When you’re clutching your hungry stomach and raiding the food storage a few times, you become a master at picking locks.
Ramira shook her head.
“Wow, what are you going to become in the future?”
“You’re the one who shared the food with me, and now you’re saying something else.”
Creak.
With a heavy friction sound, the locked door opened, and soon the luxurious office, uncharacteristic of a monastery, came into view.
While Ramira was distracted by the beautiful decorations, Dasha quickly approached the abbot’s desk and began rummaging through the documents.
“But Dasha, what are you looking for there? Can you read?”
“Roughly. Father Ellison reads the scriptures during mass every time.”
“Oh…”
Ramira gaped.
Should she…