(Rem x Reader) Re:Reader - Starting YOUR New Life in Another World

Chapter 157: The Wheels of Change

Chapter 157: The Wheels of Change

Roswaal: —Coooooome in!

To the Margrave's command, the double doors to his office opened slowly, and the one who had knocked, entered inside.

YN: Frederica said you wanted to see me when I got through with my tasks?

Offering only a faint, unreadable expression, Roswaal gave YN a casual wave of his gloved hand. It wasn't a gesture meant to dismiss him, only the rationale behind whatever YN had just been up to.

Roswaal: I myself am a believer in the idea that a leader should roll up their sleeves to help now and again, but surely our dearest YN-kuuuun hasn't forgotten his new title, correct? It would be appropriate to say you've moved on from a part-time groundskeeper to a full time role in management, woooooooouldn't it?

All YN could do was shrug, —a weary, but good-humored gesture that showed he wasn't about to argue the point in any great venture.

YN: Other than a few of those new duties, I'd mostly just be training if I didn't do anything else. I don't want to be seen as a mooch.

Roswaal: Though seldom for the time being, your own position's duties are something I cannot leave to anyone else. When certain problems come up, it's you I rely on to fix them, and you've done a good job of that so far. And speaking of that...

Reaching into one of his desk drawers, Roswaal retrieved a coin pouch large enough to fill his entire gloved palm, then set it down in the center of the desk.

Roswaal: —Will this finally be the month you accept your salary?

In the months he'd held this position, YN hadn't spent a single coin of the pay he'd earned since receiving his new title.

Even from his time as the part-time groundskeeper, the only instance YN had bought anything with his own coin was when he had bought the two-piece necklace he and Rem both wore, and that had cost him everything he had earned in that first month-or-so of employment.

Of course, as room and board was taken into account to what he made, YN didn't have a reason to buy anything. There was no reason thus far.

YN: Hold on to it still.

Spare one sole endeavor, YN hadn't put any of his income towards anything else.

Keeping his demure expression, Roswaal picked the coin pouch up with just his index finger and thumb, and rattled around the currency inside.

Roswaal: You don't wish to withdraw anything at aaaaaaall? It would reflect badly on me as your employer if there came a time where you'd need to run to someone else for any spur-of-the-moment pocket money.

Shaking his head again, YN flatly continued his denial.

YN: I don't go anywhere, and I don't really do anything, so I don't need it right now.

Nodding to these words, Roswaal accepted his reasoning.

Opening a different drawer in his desk, the clown opened up the smaller pouch meant for YN, and dumped into a much larger coin purse, —a small sack essentially, and closed it away.

Roswaal: Other than our little jooooint venture, would you happen to have anything else in mind you're saving up for?

Genuinely curious about what YN had in mind, he did indeed have an answer for the Margrave.

YN: Oh, I do. It's for Rem. For when she wakes up, and everyone goes back to remembering her. —The money is for whatever she wants or needs.

Turning his gaze downward, the usually dark cloud that hung over the Camp's Seneschal everyone was used to seeing at this point was on full display as he went on with his answer.