I tormented the mother and daughter in every childish way I could think of.
They must have been exhausted from playing noble games that were beyond their capabilities because they fell ill just three days after falling into my hands.
I couldn't help but sigh as I saw them groaning in pain in a small room that could barely fit two single beds.
“You two, how are you feeling?”
“Here, Saintess!”
“How is you here... !”
They sat up in surprise at my unexpected visit, their eyes filled with disgust.
'Why did this woman come here?'
'Are you really going to make me work in the middle of this? People are dying like this?'
It's so toxic, so toxic.
Their eyes seemed to say just that.
But I wasn't as evil as they thought.
“Don’t get up and just lie down. You seem to have a bad chill.”
“Yes, yes? Is that really okay? I have a ton of work to do today...”
“That’s right, I have to clean the one hundred and four statues of the goddesses, the three hundred and fifty pillars that support the main shrine, and I have to take apart all the furniture in the Saintess’s room and clean every screw...”
They couldn't hide their surprise as if they couldn't believe my mercy.
Well, it was hard to believe that I, who had been harassing them so persistently, was giving them only a little rest.
But I was sincere.
“If someone is sick, why should work be a problem? Don’t worry about that and get some rest.”
“Saintess...”
The mother and daughter looked at me with tearful eyes as if they were very touched by my words, and I smiled in return.
'See, I'm not that bad of a person?'
Why are you so scared?
I shrugged my shoulders and quickly began to affectionately tidy up their beds.
“That kind of thing can be done tomorrow. Even though tomorrow’s work will pile up and make it twice as hard as the work you didn’t finish today, wouldn’t it be better to rest right now?”
“...”
“...”
“You two are the property of the temple, so it is not good for your bodies to wither away so quickly. You have sworn to serve the goddess until death, so take good care of your bodies.”
I smiled affectionately at them as they lay there with blank expressions.
Then I carefully closed their gaping jaws and left the room.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Shayne, that crazy bitch! That vicious bitch! I can chew on that bitch and still not feel refreshed!”
Their voices cursing me could clearly be heard through the closed door, but I paid no attention to them.
'Because there are more toys.'
I hummed and went off to find the next toy.
“Hey, man, this box is so fucking heavy! What the hell is in this box?”
The Duke roughly put down the wooden box he was carrying on his back and cursed.
“What on earth are there so many things to buy in this temple?”
Three days ago, he was dragged to the temple's loading dock, having fallen from the empire's only Duke to a lowly servant.
He was in charge of moving and organizing the items that came into the temple, but there were so many of them that he couldn't even straighten his back after finishing the work.
“Oh, how could such a noble person like me end up in such a situation...!”
When he thought about how his fate had changed overnight, his heart burst.
As soon as he kicked the box in anger, a loud noise was heard.
“Hey, you idiot! Do you know what those are and why you’re kicking your feet around like that? They’re precious donations bought with the money donated by the believers! They’re more valuable than your own body!”
“What nonsense... How can these little bugs and potatoes be more valuable than people?”
“Ha, this kid still doesn’t understand the subject. Don’t you know what your status is? A slave, a slave! How dare you compare me to an ingredient? You’re not even worth a single ingredient in soup!”
"Ha!"
The Duke burst into laughter.
Even if they are slaves, how can their value be less than that of food?
But the spirit of a worker who had only done hard work his entire life was something he could not handle.
He couldn't refute the vague fear he felt from his bulging muscles and had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
Although his pride was hurt, he thought it would be over if he just closed his eyes.
But.
“What the hell is this guy standing there for? Why don’t you move the next box quickly!”
This time another worker came and kicked his butt.
“This, this thing dares...!”
Thanks to that, he fell to the floor in an unsightly manner and glared at the worker who had kicked his butt with bloodshot eyes.
Seriously, this was the first time in his life that he had ever felt such humiliation.
They must have been exhausted from playing noble games that were beyond their capabilities because they fell ill just three days after falling into my hands.
I couldn't help but sigh as I saw them groaning in pain in a small room that could barely fit two single beds.
“You two, how are you feeling?”
“Here, Saintess!”
“How is you here... !”
They sat up in surprise at my unexpected visit, their eyes filled with disgust.
'Why did this woman come here?'
'Are you really going to make me work in the middle of this? People are dying like this?'
It's so toxic, so toxic.
Their eyes seemed to say just that.
But I wasn't as evil as they thought.
“Don’t get up and just lie down. You seem to have a bad chill.”
“Yes, yes? Is that really okay? I have a ton of work to do today...”
“That’s right, I have to clean the one hundred and four statues of the goddesses, the three hundred and fifty pillars that support the main shrine, and I have to take apart all the furniture in the Saintess’s room and clean every screw...”
They couldn't hide their surprise as if they couldn't believe my mercy.
Well, it was hard to believe that I, who had been harassing them so persistently, was giving them only a little rest.
But I was sincere.
“If someone is sick, why should work be a problem? Don’t worry about that and get some rest.”
“Saintess...”
The mother and daughter looked at me with tearful eyes as if they were very touched by my words, and I smiled in return.
'See, I'm not that bad of a person?'
Why are you so scared?
I shrugged my shoulders and quickly began to affectionately tidy up their beds.
“That kind of thing can be done tomorrow. Even though tomorrow’s work will pile up and make it twice as hard as the work you didn’t finish today, wouldn’t it be better to rest right now?”
“...”
“...”
“You two are the property of the temple, so it is not good for your bodies to wither away so quickly. You have sworn to serve the goddess until death, so take good care of your bodies.”
I smiled affectionately at them as they lay there with blank expressions.
Then I carefully closed their gaping jaws and left the room.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Shayne, that crazy bitch! That vicious bitch! I can chew on that bitch and still not feel refreshed!”
Their voices cursing me could clearly be heard through the closed door, but I paid no attention to them.
'Because there are more toys.'
I hummed and went off to find the next toy.
***
“Hey, man, this box is so fucking heavy! What the hell is in this box?”
The Duke roughly put down the wooden box he was carrying on his back and cursed.
“What on earth are there so many things to buy in this temple?”
Three days ago, he was dragged to the temple's loading dock, having fallen from the empire's only Duke to a lowly servant.
He was in charge of moving and organizing the items that came into the temple, but there were so many of them that he couldn't even straighten his back after finishing the work.
“Oh, how could such a noble person like me end up in such a situation...!”
When he thought about how his fate had changed overnight, his heart burst.
As soon as he kicked the box in anger, a loud noise was heard.
“Hey, you idiot! Do you know what those are and why you’re kicking your feet around like that? They’re precious donations bought with the money donated by the believers! They’re more valuable than your own body!”
“What nonsense... How can these little bugs and potatoes be more valuable than people?”
“Ha, this kid still doesn’t understand the subject. Don’t you know what your status is? A slave, a slave! How dare you compare me to an ingredient? You’re not even worth a single ingredient in soup!”
"Ha!"
The Duke burst into laughter.
Even if they are slaves, how can their value be less than that of food?
But the spirit of a worker who had only done hard work his entire life was something he could not handle.
He couldn't refute the vague fear he felt from his bulging muscles and had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
Although his pride was hurt, he thought it would be over if he just closed his eyes.
But.
“What the hell is this guy standing there for? Why don’t you move the next box quickly!”
This time another worker came and kicked his butt.
“This, this thing dares...!”
Thanks to that, he fell to the floor in an unsightly manner and glared at the worker who had kicked his butt with bloodshot eyes.
Seriously, this was the first time in his life that he had ever felt such humiliation.
The Duke's temper was such that he wanted to grab that worker by the collar and slap him in the face a few times, but...
“What? What are you going to do if I look at you like that? Why don’t you try something?”
“...”
He didn't have the courage this time either.
'I have spent my entire life enjoying wealth that others could only dream of, and controlling everyone as I wished. How did I end up in this situation?...'
It was at that moment that he swallowed his tears at his humiliating appearance.
"Hello."
A soft voice flying from somewhere tickled his eardrums.
After being locked up for three days in a place full of tough men, hearing a woman's voice for the first time in a long time seemed to melt away all the hardships of the past.
He hurriedly turned his head to find the owner of the voice that sounded like a benefactor, but...
'This is rotten.'
He was so scared to see his face that he ended up swearing inside.
Because the owner of that voice was none other than Shayne.
'Why did that girl come here again?'
It made the Duke angry again to see her dressed so neatly when she had made his own life so miserable.
However, the workers who were working together approached Shayne with joy.
“Oh my, Saintess! Why did you come to such a dangerous place..."
“The weather is unusually nice. I am concerned about all of you working for the goddess even in this kind of weather.”
“Oh my, this is our job!”
“Yes, don’t worry about it!”
I smiled as I looked at the workers bowing with embarrassed expressions and opened my mouth again.
“I happened to receive a dessert made by the royal pastry chef as a gift yesterday. I thought it would be nice to share it with you all, so I brought it here. If you have time, would you like to have some tea time?”
“A dessert made by the royal pastry chef?”
The workers' eyes widened.
“I appreciate your kind words, but I wonder if it’s okay for people like us to eat that kind of stuff...”
“Why are you saying such things? We are all children of the same goddess, Hethel.”
I approached with a frustrated expression and gently grabbed the worker's hand.
“Come here, everyone. The sun is warm these days, so it would be nice to sit on the lawn and eat.”
“Saintess...”
Everyone in the loading dock was moved to tears by Shayne's affection.
Except for one person, the Duke.
'You're really giving me a hard time. Since when did you become such an angel?'
Although he kept grumbling inwardly, he couldn't hide his excitement inside.
He was already hungry.
That's understandable since the only food served at the temple was vegetable soup and a few slices of rye bread.
Even if he had been born a commoner, he would not have been able to survive on such food, as he had lived off of only the finest dishes made with precious ingredients such as meat and seafood every day.
But dessert!
The rich smell of butter that could be smelled from afar was enough to make him dizzy.
The Duke followed Shaen hurriedly, mixed in with the crowd of workers.
Finally, Shayne arrived at the garden, laid a white cloth on the lawn, and placed a large basket in the center.
“Hey, look at this color!”
“As expected, it’s a dessert made by a royal pastry chef, so it’s different no matter what!”
“Thanks to the Saintess, people like us can enjoy these precious desserts.”
The workers rushed to grab the dessert.
The Fuke, who was pushed and pushed here and there by the big men, arrived at the basket in last place.
Luckily, there were still plenty of desserts left.
'Where should I look, what should I choose?'
Madelines, financiers, canelés, cookies, apple pies, and even cakes topped with whipped cream.
There were quite a variety of types.
He was gulping and scanning the desserts when, after much thought, he was about to pick up a slice of the whipped cream cake topped with lots of fruit.
“Hey, what is that?”
Shayne exclaimed in surprise.
Suddenly, he turned his head wondering what was happening, and saw a white object lying on the green lawn.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was crumpled paper.
“There’s so much trash strewn about in a temple dedicated to a goddess...”
When Shayne clicked her tongue in disapproval, several of the workers stood up.
“Oh my, my. Who would do something like that!”
“I’ll go and pick it up!”
But Shayne shook her head.
“No, you were just enjoying your meal. I don’t want to disturb you since you’re all enjoying your time together. I can just pick up the trash, you know.”
“Oh my, that won’t do! How could such a noble Saintess... We’ll just go!”
The Duke looked at the workers waving their hands in shock with dumbfounded eyes.
'Huh as if picking up a piece of trash was a big deal.'
It was just as he was about to pick up the cake and turn his attention away from Shayne that he snickered.
“Hmm, then how about if the person who hasn’t eaten dessert yet goes? Then everything will be resolved.”
At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the Duke.
“Me, me? You want me to go?”
The Duke's expression suddenly crumpled.
What on earth does not having dessert have to do with going to the trash?
'That thing is trying to trick me again!'
He was so angry at the sight of Shayne's obvious intentions, but what could he do?
'What are you doing, not going?'
Everyone is looking at him with those eyes.
The Duke, who had been glancing at the dessert with a regretful expression, soon shook his head.
'Yes, there are still a lot of sheep.'
All he had to do was quickly pick it up, come back, and eat it.
He hurriedly walked.
But as always, things didn't go his way.
“Oh my, there’s trash over there too?”
“Oh, there too!”
“Oh my, over there this time!”
Shayne yelled at him every time he came back from picking up trash.
'Hey, where does all that trash keep flying in from? It was definitely clean when I got there!'
He was very upset and turned his head around to look for the culprit.
And then he discovered it.
A white fur ball hanging from the window frame of a temple building spits out something it had in its mouth.
It was a lion, the representative of the goddess.
“Hey, that kid! Hey, you punk! Why do you keep throwing trash outside!”
Even though he was furious and rampaged, the lion continued to throw trash out the window.
Phew.
Wow, wow.
Phew.
Wow, wow.
How many times has this kind of behavior, which is completely devoid of any training, been repeated?
When the lion finally lost interest and stopped playing and disappeared...
“Yes! You must have had a lot of delicious desserts, so let’s all work hard!”
Not only was there no dessert, but break time was also over.
“...”
The Duke looked at the empty basket with a dejected expression.
“...”
He didn't have the courage this time either.
'I have spent my entire life enjoying wealth that others could only dream of, and controlling everyone as I wished. How did I end up in this situation?...'
It was at that moment that he swallowed his tears at his humiliating appearance.
"Hello."
A soft voice flying from somewhere tickled his eardrums.
After being locked up for three days in a place full of tough men, hearing a woman's voice for the first time in a long time seemed to melt away all the hardships of the past.
He hurriedly turned his head to find the owner of the voice that sounded like a benefactor, but...
'This is rotten.'
He was so scared to see his face that he ended up swearing inside.
Because the owner of that voice was none other than Shayne.
'Why did that girl come here again?'
It made the Duke angry again to see her dressed so neatly when she had made his own life so miserable.
However, the workers who were working together approached Shayne with joy.
“Oh my, Saintess! Why did you come to such a dangerous place..."
“The weather is unusually nice. I am concerned about all of you working for the goddess even in this kind of weather.”
“Oh my, this is our job!”
“Yes, don’t worry about it!”
I smiled as I looked at the workers bowing with embarrassed expressions and opened my mouth again.
“I happened to receive a dessert made by the royal pastry chef as a gift yesterday. I thought it would be nice to share it with you all, so I brought it here. If you have time, would you like to have some tea time?”
“A dessert made by the royal pastry chef?”
The workers' eyes widened.
“I appreciate your kind words, but I wonder if it’s okay for people like us to eat that kind of stuff...”
“Why are you saying such things? We are all children of the same goddess, Hethel.”
I approached with a frustrated expression and gently grabbed the worker's hand.
“Come here, everyone. The sun is warm these days, so it would be nice to sit on the lawn and eat.”
“Saintess...”
Everyone in the loading dock was moved to tears by Shayne's affection.
Except for one person, the Duke.
'You're really giving me a hard time. Since when did you become such an angel?'
Although he kept grumbling inwardly, he couldn't hide his excitement inside.
He was already hungry.
That's understandable since the only food served at the temple was vegetable soup and a few slices of rye bread.
Even if he had been born a commoner, he would not have been able to survive on such food, as he had lived off of only the finest dishes made with precious ingredients such as meat and seafood every day.
But dessert!
The rich smell of butter that could be smelled from afar was enough to make him dizzy.
The Duke followed Shaen hurriedly, mixed in with the crowd of workers.
Finally, Shayne arrived at the garden, laid a white cloth on the lawn, and placed a large basket in the center.
“Hey, look at this color!”
“As expected, it’s a dessert made by a royal pastry chef, so it’s different no matter what!”
“Thanks to the Saintess, people like us can enjoy these precious desserts.”
The workers rushed to grab the dessert.
The Fuke, who was pushed and pushed here and there by the big men, arrived at the basket in last place.
Luckily, there were still plenty of desserts left.
'Where should I look, what should I choose?'
Madelines, financiers, canelés, cookies, apple pies, and even cakes topped with whipped cream.
There were quite a variety of types.
He was gulping and scanning the desserts when, after much thought, he was about to pick up a slice of the whipped cream cake topped with lots of fruit.
“Hey, what is that?”
Shayne exclaimed in surprise.
Suddenly, he turned his head wondering what was happening, and saw a white object lying on the green lawn.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was crumpled paper.
“There’s so much trash strewn about in a temple dedicated to a goddess...”
When Shayne clicked her tongue in disapproval, several of the workers stood up.
“Oh my, my. Who would do something like that!”
“I’ll go and pick it up!”
But Shayne shook her head.
“No, you were just enjoying your meal. I don’t want to disturb you since you’re all enjoying your time together. I can just pick up the trash, you know.”
“Oh my, that won’t do! How could such a noble Saintess... We’ll just go!”
The Duke looked at the workers waving their hands in shock with dumbfounded eyes.
'Huh as if picking up a piece of trash was a big deal.'
It was just as he was about to pick up the cake and turn his attention away from Shayne that he snickered.
“Hmm, then how about if the person who hasn’t eaten dessert yet goes? Then everything will be resolved.”
At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the Duke.
“Me, me? You want me to go?”
The Duke's expression suddenly crumpled.
What on earth does not having dessert have to do with going to the trash?
'That thing is trying to trick me again!'
He was so angry at the sight of Shayne's obvious intentions, but what could he do?
'What are you doing, not going?'
Everyone is looking at him with those eyes.
The Duke, who had been glancing at the dessert with a regretful expression, soon shook his head.
'Yes, there are still a lot of sheep.'
All he had to do was quickly pick it up, come back, and eat it.
He hurriedly walked.
But as always, things didn't go his way.
“Oh my, there’s trash over there too?”
“Oh, there too!”
“Oh my, over there this time!”
Shayne yelled at him every time he came back from picking up trash.
'Hey, where does all that trash keep flying in from? It was definitely clean when I got there!'
He was very upset and turned his head around to look for the culprit.
And then he discovered it.
A white fur ball hanging from the window frame of a temple building spits out something it had in its mouth.
It was a lion, the representative of the goddess.
“Hey, that kid! Hey, you punk! Why do you keep throwing trash outside!”
Even though he was furious and rampaged, the lion continued to throw trash out the window.
Phew.
Wow, wow.
Phew.
Wow, wow.
How many times has this kind of behavior, which is completely devoid of any training, been repeated?
When the lion finally lost interest and stopped playing and disappeared...
“Yes! You must have had a lot of delicious desserts, so let’s all work hard!”
Not only was there no dessert, but break time was also over.
“...”
The Duke looked at the empty basket with a dejected expression.
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