Chapter 382: The Gardener of Withered Flowers (4)
Neither my orphanage director nor Kim Yul was the first to react to my request to manage this garden.
After deflecting Sylvia’s hammer, Estelle cried out in surprise, “Patriarch, you can’t do that! First, the clan shadow already has his duties. Hamustra wants him to stay in the library. The clan shadow has recently been away a lot, so Hamustra is already grumbling about it. Moving the clan shadow’s home permanently could send the wrong message to Hamustra.”
Sylvia was surprised. “Wait, what? Why are you now speaking like an advisor?”
“Well, I am an advisor. You’re the head steward. That is why you clean, cook, and serve tea.”
“If cleaning the house is the head steward’s job, then plucking you out of this garden seems like the first thing I should do...”
“The first thing you should do is clean yourself. You want me to do it for you?”
The two of them resumed measuring the best angle to cut off each other’s heads, but I interrupted them.
“The advisor’s note is worth considering. Someone I know well once said that when a Constellation harbors spite, a lot of bizarre things happen.”
The Guardian snorted from behind me, his arms crossed.
Estelle sighed, her chin resting in her hand. “Although Hamustra is no longer a Constellation...”
“He still needs attention and care. Even if this isn’t about preventing risks, I’m responsible for him. You’re right.” I nodded. “We’ll handle that. What’s the next issue?”
“I don’t know about the clan shadow, but the burden may be too much for the clan elder.”