I Became a Counselor (5)

Somehow, it couldn't have been my imagination that the back of my hand was stinging.

‘I’d rather throw it away than give it to that thing.’

What came to mind then was the golden flower Priest Malja had made bloom in place of holy water not long ago.

‘It would be better to transplant that than give it to that ill-mannered tree.’

Since the amount of soil I’d received wasn’t particularly large either, transplanting it seemed better in several respects.

“Thank you for delivering it. I’ll put this soil to good use.”

Margaret waved her hand repeatedly in lieu of a farewell.

The flower was transplanted shortly after I got off work.

“May I plant my flower in this precious soil?”

“It’s good soil, so we should plant a good flower in it.”...