The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

After Wangdu's common confectionery tour, I returned to Wangdu Church as planned, and from the next day I returned to work.

As I was Dr. Claude's assistant, Father Michaels suddenly appeared.

"Ellen, I have a job I'd like to ask for after the noon bell rings"

"Wow, I get it! Father Michael."

The job I'd like to ask for, right? I guess it's not charity or anything to find out from the upbeat Father Mikhail.

I almost sighed unexpectedly, but now I'm Ellen.

I dropped Father Mikhail off leaving with a respectful eye.

"... you are an apprentice nurse for what you are. Don't pretend to be Sister, okay? … remember your liver well."

"I know! Dr. Claude."

I wrinkle between Dr. Claude's eyebrows that Ellen can't hide the joy from me.

Heh, I know. As much as Father Michael is trying to make me a user-friendly, stupid handkerchief who looks down on me as stupid... you're a clumsy person at all.

If we work together for a few months, we'll know about Dr. Claude's personality.

Dr. Claude is harsh and threatened by nurses and patients.

But he never compromises as a doctor.

Naturally as a life-giving physician, it naturally asks the nurse who keeps the life of the same patient to do the same, and if it's for the patient, it also goes out hateful.

And as delicate and gentle as advising an apprentice nurse who just worked with me for a few months, he's really clumsy.

Of course Blunt Ellen doesn't say that, so I won't tell Dr. Claude.

♢

"Gentlemen, please stand in line!

Ellen's voice echoes in the Cathedral of the King's Capital Church.

I was now selling absolution marks to the faithful who came to worship.

When I say 'sales', I don't put a price tag on it and exchange money.

It is done under the pretext of receiving donations from the faithful called Bushi and giving them absolution marks to show gratitude to the devout faithful.

A absolution note - it is considered part of the sacred relic of the goddess Ruwell, a rumor that having a absolution note allows for all sins... of course, you manipulated the information to be such a rumor.

Are there people and others who have never sinned in fulfillment?

If you say lying is a sin, most humans do.

Yes, big and small. Humans sin.

Even if it's a small sin, sin is sin.

If the priest's top said, for example, that the goddess Ruwell is unforgivable, then the faithful - especially the uneducated civilians - many are deceived.

Hence the absolution marks are rampant, and the faithful desperately give money to get the absolution marks - I guess you can call it fraud.

This absolution mark was holy water in a small vial.

It's supposed to be water, but the color is clear blue... what the hell is in it?

I thought it might be real holy water for a moment, but soon I conclude it's absolutely different.

There can be no such thing as a priest drowning in that gold giving the real thing to someone else.

With a bitter smile inside, I gently let one of the vials sneak into my own pocket.

"You are very good. Please again."

"Oh, thank you!

After the sale of the absolution marks, I had come to Father Michael's office.

It seems Father Michaels is temperamental to doubt others.

All those who carried out the sale of absolution marks as I did, as well as those close to Father Michaels, had in common that they were purely worshipping Father Michaels.

I didn't put it on my face either, and as Ellen, I acted like a dog waving my tail just because it was an honor for the priest to say so.

Father Michael, for his status, there are few who serve beside him - which is why the bowl has also turned to me as an apprentice nurse, I suppose.

Second, a word comes to mind.

"The incompetent don't want to be in the Lewis family"

Words my father has told me many times since I was a child.

No matter how much I try to have a parent-child conversation, my father never said the words I wanted.

After I promised Father Michael that I would help again, I returned to the white dorm, chewing my lips together.

♢

I can't believe that the price of free work is the word of a priest's labor... it's not right for you.

Returning to my dorm room, I explore my pockets and take a vial of the loot as a second prince's handkerchief.

Open the lid of the vial, smell it, then dip the liquid in your fingertips and lick it.

"It smells sober. But it's just colored water..."

There does not appear to be any ingredients that act particularly on the human body.

Oh, boring. I'm disappointed.

I, disinterested, throw the vial into my bed unwrought.

- - Concon.

When I'm already going to bed today, I hear a knock in my room.

When I opened the door saying who it was on a night like this, there was Anne.

"Good evening, Mr. Ellen"

"What happened at night, Ann? Something urgent?

"That's not what I'm saying. I can't sleep for a bit... I thought I'd like to talk to Ellen if she's okay. I'd also like to ask you about your date with your boyfriend the other day."

I was going to go to bed, but it's nothing. I'm not sleepy... nothing wrong with that.

"Yeah, fine. Go ahead... Oh, you want to call Miriam too?

"Miriam's not here because she's on night shift."

"Then it's a secret sorority for the two of us!

"That's right."

Not to mention a private room, a small room. The two sat on the bed naturally.

"Oh... what is this vial? Beautiful liquid."

Ann finds the vial I threw earlier and looks at it.

"I helped Father Mikhail today, and I got it!

I can't be stupid and honest with you about stealing it, so I duly mislead you.

"So you weren't there this afternoon. What the hell is in it?

"Holy water smelled refreshing. Anne does care because her childhood boyfriend is a pharmacist?

"Well, because he's a drug collector... I'm not, am I?

"I want to know about Ann's boyfriend."

"Hehe, I'm going to ask Mr. Ellen a question tonight -"

"Oh, Anne - or, kahu"

Erased a slight grin, and Anne pushed me down.

Forced before I cried, something was put in my mouth.

It was a loose, cold, bitter liquid, but from the moment I swallowed it, my body boiled hot.

Blurred vision and distorted world, thoughts don't work as if there was fog in my head.

When something happens, instincts warn of danger, but gradually the body becomes powerless as well.

"It's as immediate as ever."

Same as usual, Ann's relaxed voice rebuts her head.

In his blurred vision, Ann took a vial containing a dark green liquid separate from the immunity mark and was laughing.

"Mr. Ellen, I know you didn't know... but I hated you. Stupid, light-headed woman...... but can you help me a little?

Ann horsebacks Ellen and pokes a knife she would have hidden in her neck.

"You may not have to threaten me, just in case. Heh heh, what you took is a powerful confessional, which has the effect of paralysing the body and, after confession, oblivion. So don't worry, tell me everything… tell me everything you know, Ellen, a favorite of the dirty First Father"

Ann looks delightfully down at Ellen, doing her a favor.

"Wow, me, but, you know, yes, ru, ha-"

I twisted up Ann's right hand with the knife.

Ann turns her body into a gap that afflicts her pain and kicks Ann's abdomen up with her free feet.

You bracketed high that you couldn't resist the opponent who obeyed you with medication, or the knife was a loose restraint just accompanied by it.

Take the knife away, sew the stuffy and painful Anne into bed, and become a horse rider.

I weighed into her abdomen, which would hurt so she couldn't move, and slowly attached the knife I took to Ann's neck.

Did you stab him lightly in the thin skin, or a muscle of blood runs from Ann's white neck.

I gently lift it up, and anoint Ann's purple lips, trembling in fear, with graceful motion to give her red.

I can't help but smile.

"Hehe, I knew that you hated Ellen... but I (...) loved you so much. Did you know that? Hey, Monica (...)... Anthrone (...) Ex-Bar Warlord (...)?"

I whispered softly into Anne's ear as Julianna, as if to sweeten her lover.