Sakuramoria

— Ow... In what sense, "took"?..

— They adopted her, — Varya didn’t go into details.

Actually, I don’t know... — Yukki’s voice became noticeably quieter, and she continued speaking with a blush on her cheeks. — My boss advised me to “find a promising husband,” saying that many girls do this now.

Varya didn’t know how to respond so as not to show her backwardness once again. She herself, of course, hadn’t been thinking much about husbands, but, apparently, in Sakuramori, one had to take care of this oneself, rather than wait for someone to find a suitable match for you? Frankly speaking, if she had stayed in Refitea, there was a risk that she would become a nun altogether, if Father Vasily had decided so...
— Well... — the young Bellring said uncertainly. — You still have to do something, right? Even with us, girls were taught to shoot a pistol, and here, probably... You can’t get by without knowing anything.