"That time, when I was at a stalemate and lost hope. I went to the High Priest to inquire further about the strange prophecy that father told me."
Monna didn't stop listening and wanted to know more.
Monna caught her breath.
Tried to stay calm and accepted the worst.
"What did he say? And is that good or bad?" she asked.
"Some are good and some are not, honey."
Monna felt the tension.
"But, the bad things are past. And leaving the good things that you are currently experiencing."
Monna couldn't stop focusing.
"The priest said that you would be a savior. Goddess who is worshiped and glorified. You will be worshiped with love and gratitude. That's a good thing the Priest said."
Monna frowned and didn't want to believe it yet.
"Does that make sense?" Monna asked doubtfully.
"I? Cattarina Bourston?" She added.
