Episode 06
There were a few things that caught Muniel’s attention.
Embarrassed, she coughed to change the mood.
“Nini.”
“huh.”
“But you shouldn’t raise your finger at an adult.”
“Even if it’s a top?”
“…….”
Muniel thought seriously.
“Your Majesty, even if you are the Lord of the Tower, you should say no.”
“Oh, right.”
Thanks to Deter’s gentle advice, Muniel was barely able to continue his training.
In the end, Nibelia wrote a letter of apology to the Matapju as punishment.
Of course it wasn’t intentional.
“Ugh, I don’t want to apologize….”
“There are few children as honest as you.”
“Nini doesn’t lie!”
“There is not even a hint of reflection.”
But once she started drawing, Nibelia became completely absorbed and began to take it seriously.
The hair was painted purple, and the facial features were expressed in apricot, black, and red. It was a fairly realistic depiction.
Nibelia wrote crooked letters on the completed painting.
[Sorry]
Nibelia’s face turned sad after seeing the letter she had written.
“grandma….”
“Why? Did you use it all?”
“You drew it so well, I didn’t want to give it to you….”
“Then fix it so it doesn’t look ugly.”
Nibelia drew a large black dot on the face of the Matapju. However, the dot was so large that it completely obscured the face.
Only then did Nibelia hand over the letter with a relieved heart.
Muniel, who checked the letter, cautioned once more.
“From now on, you must not hit adults carelessly. Hitting the butt or raising your finger is absolutely prohibited.”
“Yeah. I actually don’t want to apologize, but I held on.”
“As we live, there are times when we have to endure things we don’t want to do. Nini, you’ve grown up a little more today.”
“Why do humans have such a hard life?”
“Well, well….”
While Muniel put the apology letter into the envelope, Nibelia trained herself by swinging her fists in the air.
Next time, I vowed to hit the butt of the top of the tower at an invisible speed.
As expected, there was no reflection at all.
“Nivelia, are you all confused?”
Solace, who had been waiting elsewhere, came in.
But the boy stopped as soon as he saw his younger brother throwing punches at the air.
“Brother!”
Nibelia clenched her fist and spoke forcefully.
“I’ll do better next time!”
“What can you do better?”
“Fist! Fist!”
“Nini, did you hurt your head?”
Solace, who was a little worried, immediately raised a question.
“Oppa ate three apples, and Nini ate two apples. So how many apples did they eat in total?”
“Why are you the only one eating three? I want three too!”
“Then let’s say Oppa ate two and Nini ate three.”
“But Nini can’t eat all three.”
“Then shall we just eat one each?”
“No apples, chocolate cookies!”
Nibelia boasted that she could eat three chocolate cookies.
“Then Oppa has two and Nini has three. That’s five in total!”
Fortunately, Nibelia knew how to speak clearly and did her part. So, my brother was less worried.
“How was the errand?”
Muniel asked Solace how she felt about her errand.
“It was so much fun!”
Solace explained what she saw and felt, her eyes sparkling.
“The tower was truly huge and truly magical. Even though it was a warm spring, it was a white winter there. The floor was made of ice.”
“The floor was tasteless.”
“Oh, that’s right. Nini licked the floor.”
Muniel looked at Nibelia with a puzzled look.
Nibelia gave a thumbs up.
Deter, who had been watching, gently pressed his thumb and folded it.
“Grandma, actually, I found the information desk a little more fun.”
Solace lowered her voice as if telling a secret.
“I thought the information center was located somewhere unknown to everyone. But it turns out there’s a branch right across from the Rubeo Department Store.”
A small, unassuming shoe store located across from a department store. It turned out to be a branch of a secret information company.
Solace’s heart raced at the thought of an information dealer who handled a wealth of information about the empire while disguising himself as an ordinary shopkeeper.
It felt much more magical and amazing than the magic tower.
“Have you met Mrs. Della?”
“Yes, it was a man.”
The ‘Mrs. Della’ that Solace met was a man of strong build.
“But why do you call me ‘Madam’? That’s a term for a woman.”
“‘Mrs. Della’ is a sort of title. Of course, there’s only one ‘real’ one, but countless employees work under the title of ‘Mrs. Della.'”
Nibelia, who had been silently listening to the conversation between her grandmother and brother, also remembered the moment she had visited the information center.
‘Della is a female.’
And there was Della.
The man with a strong physique that Solace had mentioned earlier was actually Mrs. Della’s subordinate.
The shoe store in front of the department store was actually the main branch, not a branch office, and was actually managed by Mrs. Della.
While Madame Della’s subordinate wrote a reply, Niberia and Solace waited in the reception room.
Nibelia noticed someone passing through the half-open reception room door. Her eyes met his.
Brown hair with white streaks, green eyes.
A laid-back middle-aged woman wearing a cleaning lady’s outfit.
Della Tura, the owner of the information store, winked and put a finger to his lips.
‘Della’s identity is a secret!’
So Nibelia kept her mouth shut.
Della has cherished and cared for Nibelia since ancient times, much like Deter does now.
Although he had aged a lot in the time we hadn’t seen each other for a while, he was still a precious subordinate to Nibelia.
‘Nini has no choice but to protect you this time too!’
Nibelia raised her chin high and grumbled to herself.
Anyway, Nibelia felt good.
I finished the errand safely, protected my subordinates, and even received two stickers from Muniel.
“Grandma, can I have another sticker?”
“I’m thinking of taking one away as punishment for hitting the butt of the top master….”
Nibelia quickly hid the debt reduction certificate.
Muniel, who found that sight quite funny, thought, “Ah,” and remembered something.
“Nini.”
“huh?”
“I mean, cookies. The ones sold at department stores.”
“That thing that caused Nini to go bankrupt?”
“You talk so funny.”
Muniel asked, stroking Nibelia’s small, round head with his hand.
“Anyway, who did you sell the cookies to?”
“person!”
“Deter.”
“I sold four bags at the department store, and sold the rest to the mansion employees in exchange for stickers.”
“Oh, I guess I should go to the kitchen.”
As Muniel rose from his seat, Solace and Nibelia followed suit.
“Grandma, why are you going? Are you resting?”
“Haha, Grandma is a former saint, so she doesn’t do things like rest.”
“Huh? Really?”
“That’s a lie.”
While Nibelia was frozen in shock, Muniel headed to the kitchen.
The chef came out and greeted Muniel.
“Madam? Is there anything you need?”
“It’s unusually hot today, so I’d like to offer each of my employees a drink. Let’s make some for you first.”
Muniel generously gave his permission, saying that he would use expensive ingredients without sparing any effort.
Then excited voices came from the kitchen.
“Can I put a lot of ice in it?”
“What about honey and sugar?”
“Can I try these tea leaves? Please…!”
Muniel laughed and readily agreed.
Soon the cool tea was ready.
It was a warm spring afternoon, and my spring fever was starting to worsen. An ice-filled drink was the perfect wake-up call.
Muniel waved his hand lightly over the finished drink.
Then, a pure white light, like sugar crystals, fell into the drink. The drink, touched by the light, briefly brightened before returning to its original state.
“Wow…!”
A young maid who was watching was impressed.
“Is it the blessing of the great lady, or rather, the saint?”
“It’s called a blessing, to be exact. This delicious drink is now delicious holy water. It’s said to cure most minor ailments, including headaches, toothaches, menstrual cramps, stomachaches, and backaches.”
The kitchen staff gulped down drinks, or rather holy water.
Soon they were touching their wrists, waists, necks, etc. and shouting in disbelief.
“The throbbing pain in my wrist is gone!”
“Even my shoulders were stiff every day!”
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much, ma’am!”
“This is nothing compared to your hard work.”
The sacred drink blessed by Muniel was given to each of the employees as a gift.
As soon as they drank the drink, everyone was amazed and said that the pain they had been suffering from as a chronic illness had disappeared.
“What brings you here, ma’am?”
The butler, who was drinking, asked cautiously.
“You hated using your powers, didn’t you?”
“People say that there are times when you have to do something even if you don’t want to.”
“Come to think of it, Miss Nibelia was selling cookies a few days ago.”
“Did you eat it too?”
“Yes, it was very delicious.”
I remembered that those cookies were also advertised as having health benefits, such as relieving headaches and toothaches.
“Some of the gardeners said that after eating the cookies, their fatigue seemed to go away.”
“Because eating sweets helps you recover from fatigue.”
Muniel said, looking at the empty glasses left behind by his employees after they finished drinking.
“I have to give Nini a piece of my mind. How dare you make such exaggerated claims when you don’t even have the ability.”
* * *
The year Nivelia was born.
For the sole reason that she resembled her grandmother, Saint Muniel, Nibelia was once held in high regard by the entire world as the new saint’s second coming.
However, the baby only looked exactly like his grandmother, and had no special abilities, let alone sexual powers.
The expectations that were set without reason turned into disappointment, and as the child grew, the expectations of that day ended up as a simple misunderstanding.
“Do you want to be a saint, Nini?”
“no?”
When Nibelia was asked from the morning whether she wanted to become a saint by her grandmother, she shook her head and answered.
“Nini is busy making money! She doesn’t have time to be a saint!”
Muniel burst out laughing at how funny it was to see a four-year-old boy waving his hand and complaining that it was difficult.
“Haha! That’s right. A woman with more money than a saint is the best.”
“I’m going to be a rich woman! Rich women are the best!”
