Priscilia

Since my sister left, there were moments when I would find myself gazing at the night sky while praying to Rafia.
Every time I looked at the empty sky, I felt an inexplicable longing. It was surely because I couldn't see the light of the one who had left. Like a star buried in the darkness of the night sky, unable to shine.
To me, my sister was an admirable person.
Someone who worked hard for the children of the monastery. Someone who read fairy tales. Someone who gently held my hand. Someone who smiled while patting my head. An unyielding person.
A warm presence when by my side.
That's why I was happy when I was with her. I thought her happiness was no different from mine. Because we were happy together.
But one day, she left my side. Without a word of farewell. Without a smile. Without a goodbye. Without even closing the door.
Every time I saw the open door, I wondered why she left.
What was I to her? Why did she leave me so easily? Was she not happy being by my side? I thought we were happy together... Was that just my delusion?
Shortly after she disappeared, I heard rumors of an Apostle following the Witch Taygeta. Charlotte. The same name as my sister. That's when I realized. She had chosen a completely different path from mine.
Every time I thought of her, a part of my heart ached. As if I had forgotten something. I used to wonder if I would ever know the reason for this pain.
If it weren't for you... I might never have found out why.

Priscilia? Of course, I know her well! I run a business near the church. I've watched her since she was very young. Probably more than my own daughter!

Priscilia is such a kind soul. She's always devoted to her prayers and consistently takes good care of the children at the monastery. Despite the kids being quite a handful, I've never seen her lose her temper. If it were my kids, I would have given them a good scolding.

And she was so pretty even as a child. Watching her walk around the market holding her sister's hand always brought a smile to my face. Sigh. Her sister was also so kind and beautiful, but where has she gone... Oh dear, I'm rambling.

But Priscilia, whether you call it innocence or being laid-back, often seems lost in thought. She's been like that since she was young, and it hasn't changed even as she's grown into a young lady. She used to get lost all the time. At least she doesn't seem to trip as much these days. Back then, her legs were always bruised from falling all day.

Once, I closed the shop to go on a date with my husband. We went to a park far from the shop. And guess what? We ran into Priscilia there! When I asked why she was there, she said she went out shopping and got lost. She usually bought from our shop, but since I closed it for the date, she went to another shop and got lost.

She said she asked people for directions to the church, but no one would tell her. Of course not! Imagine a nun in a habit asking where the church is—it's suspicious, so no one would tell her! In the end, I couldn't go on the date and had to take Priscilia back to the church. Since then, I've been afraid she'll get lost again, so I can't leave the shop unattended.

I noticed you often talk with Priscilia. You're close with her, right? Please take good care of her.

Hmm? My name? Why do you want to know that? My sister said to be careful with strangers! And if you're going to ask someone's name, you should say yours first! So if you want to know my name, you have to tell me yours first!
{account:name}? That name sounds familiar... Oh, right! It's the name of someone my sister often talks about! So you're a friend of my sister's?

My name is Rachel! I live with my sister Priscilia at the monastery!

You know! {account:name} is close with my sister, right? She's always talking about {account:name}! So you must know a lot about my sister too, right?

My sister seems to be in a really good mood lately! She's always smiling brightly! She usually smiles a lot, but this time... she seems more excited than usual! She's even humming a tune! So I asked her why she's so happy! And she smiled widely and said she was able to achieve a dream she's had for a long time!

I always thought my sister would be a nun. But last time, I saw her looking at herself in the mirror wearing a nurse's uniform. She looked so happy in that nurse's outfit. Does she want to be a nurse? Is she going to be someone other than a nun? I wish she would be a nun instead of a nurse.

Huh? You think she’ll still be a nun, so I shouldn't worry? I hope so too, but... just in case! Next time you see her, tell her being a nun is better than being a nurse! Promise!