Chapter 7

Three times after Edmingard left the workshop, Zachriel couldn't stop the rising of worry. That was increased when Manang Marcha repeated that alcohol is what Edmin keeps coming back to the house.

Zachriel couldn't resist going to the warehouse. He feels anxious. He didn't know where that anxiety was coming from. He just wanted to see Edmin's condition.

Like the first time he peeked through the window. He bent slightly to get a good look at Edmin's form. The woman's other hand is holding the mold while the other is holding a bottle. It drinks. Just by looking at it, he could see that it didn't do multitasking very well.

Edmin dropped the bottle, probably drunk. Her face is already red

a few strands of hair that had come loose from the ponytail were scattered. He was laughing despite Zachriel clearly seeing tears welling up in her eyes. It tried to pick up the broken pieces of the bow but only injured itself.

When Zachriel saw the bleeding finger, something inside Zachriel tingled. Tha