Spice and Wolf, Vol. 12 by Isuna Hasekura and Jyuu Ayakura & Jyuu Ayakura

Spice and Wolf, Vol. 12 by Isuna Hasekura and Jyuu Ayakura & Jyuu Ayakura

Author:Isuna Hasekura and Jyuu Ayakura & Jyuu Ayakura [Hasekura, Isuna and Ayakura, Jyuu & Ayakura, Jyuu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2017-04-25T00:00:00+00:00

The floor of the hallway was plain earth, and even with boots on, he could tell how cold the air was. And yet, here too it was neat and tidy and free from cobwebs. Strangely, there was not even a single mouse hole gnawed in the walls.

Lawrence looked this way and that as he entered the room where the hallway led, and there he found Holo, sitting on a chair, regarding an old Church crest that was leaning against the wall.

“Huh?” That was all wrong—Holo was standing in front of the bookshelf, sniffing at the dusty books there.

So who was sitting in the chair?

Lawrence looked back again, and thanks to the sliver of light that made it through a crack in the wooden window, he realized that the figure in the chair was slightly taller than Holo, her hood was worn, and the hem of her robe was riddled with patches.

“I expect this is the ‘witch’ the villagers were on about,” Holo said casually, returning a book to the shelf and then poking the figure in the head.


“What? It’s fine. She’s long since dried out. I thought Col might be frightened, but he’s a stronger lad than I reckoned.”

In places closed off by snow, it was not uncommon to encounter desiccated corpses from time to time. This led Lawrence to wonder if Col had been taken out on a mountain search.

“Still, to die gazing at a symbol of the Church…hard to imagine she was a witch.”

“Col says she was a rather well-known person.”


The shelves in the room were all full of books and bundles of parchment. There was no mistaking it any longer.

After the nun came here on her eccentric journey, there was someone else who had come to adore her and was still coming to this place even after her death. Otherwise the books would not be so orderly, the cottage so clean and tidy.

Lawrence put his hands together lightly and offered a short prayer for the dead nun before turning his attention to the papers on the desk. They were dusty and aging, but the letters on them could still be made out. Evidently there had been an inquiry into her faith. It seemed that while she was alive her religious fervor had caused her to be viewed with suspicion, but she may very well have been a simple nun.

A single look at the wildflower arranged at the corner of the desk dismissed all worries of her being a witch.

“Still, you.”


Holo was again looking intently at the contents of the bookshelf, and she pointed to one of the shelves in particular.

“Have a look at this.”


Lawrence looked at the shelf, where there was a space just large enough for one missing volume.

“It must be somewhere else, right?”

“Fool. Have a look at the dust. It’s different there than elsewhere.”

No matter how thoroughly a room was cleaned, dust would settle in it. And when Lawrence looked closely at the gap, he saw that while there was indeed a thin layer of dust there, it was less than elsewhere.


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