58 The anointed priest is a priestess (2/2)

”Fr….F….Friend, can we go there?” Henry asked the Kidon in a gentle manner.

Looking closely, he realized that the tree in his dream was like the one that he was looking at. He pondered a little. The man who talked to him asked him to meditate in this area during the day of summoning. It was a week after the selection process for interscholastic competition. He was sure now that it was not a dream, rather a sign that he could start cultivating spiritually for real this time. But, he was not sure about the rituals. While the rituals were clearly described in the book, he did not know any priests who was genuinely anointed by God.

To address the issue, he knelt and ask for guidance. His heartfelt prayer was heard as white big butterfly went out of the tree. He rode the Kidon and asked it to follow the butterfly. He has already guessed where the butterfly was headed to. It was towards his friends. Finally, it landed on Madel's shoulders.

”Come on Henry, let's eat. We are starving.” Helen said.

”This cute friends here gave us fruits, the herbs are already here as well.” Cheska reported.

Henry kept the matter about rituals to himself.

Francis was already munching some fruits and offered him some.

Sitting down the grass surrounded with flowers while eating fruits felt surreal for the group of friends. While Madel lived her life within the celestial barrier, she felt an overwhelming happiness to be with the person she loves in this garden. The presence of her friends also made her feel truly happy.

Henry shared his little tour in the garden. Helen could not wait to explore it herself.

”By the way Cheska, will you go at the selection of wife for the crown prince?” Helen suddenly remembered as it will be held the next day.

”I will, but I already told them of my purpose of visit. I will just be going to see my parents at the palace. But I won't be participating in the selection process.” Cheska said.

”Oh, why not? The crown prince is handsome and will be the next emperor.” Helen asked.

”Yah, Cheska, if I were you I would dress my best so the prince notices me” Henry said while flipping his imaginary long hair.

”I don't want to be a part of a Harem. I would rather marry a peasant than to enter such loathsome game.” She said with bitterness.

”ohhhh.. so deep” Helen commented.