Chapter 43: Leave It To Me

In his dim lighted room, Father Federick is concentrating on writing something on a brownish old paper with his personal quill. Hovering over the desk as his left arm is supporting his body while his other hand is busy scribbling then dipping it to the ink before continuing.

“Shhh. Quiet. I’m concentrating.”

Shushing while tilting his head to the right and glancing on his left then gritting his teeth. Focusing back to the paper below him and letting his thoughts flow when writing everything down.

‘– have been inefficient with my job as my health is deteriorating due to lesser exercise from hiking to the mountain and fewer holy pilgrimage within the last month. I will use my week-long leave sanction, if possible, during next week to improve –’ The old man thought and his hands were keeping up with his mind’s pace.

“To improve my what?”

He anxiously asked and the apparition beside him, went closer to his ears