Additionally, it was no hard work to Alice as she had no prejudice against the poor. Though her reason wasn’t that good, she wasn’t working with a fake heart. She didn’t need to think of anything else while she was working, so it made her happy and proud too.
Perhaps her sincerity reached Prion, he spoke to her first. Though it was only a ceremonial greeting. A little bit closer and she will be able to tell him about her circumstances. Then… he would surely help me. If Prion hated Madam Quillian, then he would be willing to help her.
“Greetings, High Priest.”
“Yes, Madam. You came today as well. Thank you very much.”
“No, I’m grateful to be able to help like this.”
Prion faintly smiled at her. Considering that he didn’t smile at Madam Quillian when they first met, this was a great development.
Alice looked at Prion’s handsome face as he approached the poor and handed them the rye bread.
“Thank you, thank you.”
“No, take enough with you.”
After Alice greeted Prion with her eyes as she was looking at him, she began to boil soup for the poor.
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Just as the time for Alice to start her volunteer work for the poor.
Young Lady Meltain was walking along Roiste Street, a place of commoners, with a man, after she casted illusion magic inside her prayer room. At the inner part of Roiste Street, Young Lady Meltain arrived at a shabby shantytown, a blind spot from the public order, and looked around as if she was looking for something.
“There’s definitely a blue roof here….”
“Over there,” said the man beside Young Lady Meltain.
Unlike the appearance of an ordinary middle-aged man, the voice coming out of him was a nice low-pitched tune.
Young Lady Meltain walked with him toward the shabby building with a blue roof that the man found. Creaaaak–– The ungreased door opened, and two men jumped up. They were a gray-haired man with scarlet eyes, and a brown-haired man with blue eyes. They looked at the man beside Young Lady Meltain with trembling eyes.
“That person….”
“Is he… His Excellency?”
As the brown-haired man was unable to speak, the gray-haired man asked.
The answer flowed out of Young Lady Meltain’s mouth, “That’s right. Cousin, please take off the ring.”
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