Chapter 2

Duchess Sylvie Willem's daughter took out a small booklet from between her breasts.

"Y-You, where did you just take that from?!"

"Didn't you see? I took the booklet from my chest. Where else would I put something in this dress?"

"How scandalous."

"Everyone keeps their handkerchiefs here, except when in front of gentlemen. Even the delicate-looking noble lady next to the prince... Oh! I apologize. It seems she doesn't have enough to hold anything there. Yes, that lady doesn't do such scandalous things. It's a good thing, Your Highness."

"What! How terrible!"

So, noble ladies store things in such places. The baron's daughter... indeed, she's flat.

"Now, let's begin. I'll entrust this to Your Highness. Please look at it after we've spoken. There are some things I couldn't write, but I'll add them later, so don't worry."

The noble lady seems excited, and I'm worried about the temperature difference between them. I wonder if anyone here really understands the situation. All I can do is watch the strange atmosphere.

"Ah, very well... First, you, despite possessing the power of the Great Saint, only pray in the temple. The other saints heal the people, provide food for the poor and orphans, and purify dangerous areas where monsters appear. Complaints from the saints have been reaching the palace through this Mira. Saint representative, step forward."

"Here!"

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"Hey, is the Great Saint not here today either?"

People form a line at the clinic next to the temple, injured or sick.

"What a privileged position. The duchess's daughter. Even though she comes here, she only prays in the temple and doesn't show her face. She pushes all the hard work onto us. Honestly, I doubt she even has the power of the Great Saint. She probably got her position through money."

The saints grumble one after another.

"Ladies, you mustn't say such things. Praying to the gods is a wonderful job. I don't have any power, and I can only carry things or guide the people, but I'll help to reduce your workload. Come, let's do our best today."

Mirabel rolls up her sleeves and encourages the saints.

"Oh, how soothing. Why didn't the gods give her the power of a saint?"

"You're right. She's far more suitable than that person."

The saints sigh as they watch Mirabel work with a smile.

"Even if she says she's grateful for everyone's hard work, it doesn't make me happy at all. I want her to work with us."

"Hey, I'm actually going to a place where a large number of monsters appeared two days from now. I'm scared."

"Aren't all the monsters already defeated?"

"Yes, but... purifying such a place..."

"What, that's the Great Saint's job, isn't it?"

"The priest just said that the Great Saint is currently away from the capital!"

"She must have run away. Unbelievable! The thought of her being the future queen mother is just... oh, no, no."

The saints' pent-up complaints continue without end.