CH 41

uff12989-12 minutes 18.02.2023

“This is good rolled barley, isn’t it expensive?” Edra said.

She’s stirring a large pot of rolled barley in a good mood.

“It was that rotten old barley,” Marissa said.

“Wait, you mean the same stuff we had no choice but to salt heavily? How?”

“Saint Candidate-sama cured it,” Marissa said.

“That’s amazing, turning that awful rolled barley into this,” Edra said.

Let’s stop, don’t praise me, let’s just smile through it.

“There is a legend in my hometown that Saint Bianca healed a silo full of rotten wheat during a famine,” Solene said as she made the sauce for the upper-class noble’s food.

Bianca-sama didn’t just do bad things either.

Certainly, it might be a good tool for emergency use in times of famine.

“A real saint candidate, is that what she is?” Solene said earnestly.

By the way, as a genuine saint candidate, I am in the middle of washing dishes.

Yesterday, Ilda-san was arrested, so it seems that they didn’t clean up after dinner.

Jyubu, jyubu, goes the sink.

“For the time being, the salty porridge is cooked, Makoto-san, Corinna-san, please eat it first,” Marissa said.

“Right away,” I said.

“Salty porridge, I have nothing but bad memories,” Corinna said.

“It’s okay, it’s alright,” I said. “it’s different from yesterday’s porridge that was so salty that only three or four people could finish it.”

I think Corinna-chan and I were the only two who could finish the meal.

I had the porridge laid out in a bowl and ate it in the corner of the kitchen.

Food, food.

Pakuri, ooooohhh.

“”Delicious!”” we both yelled.

Salty but delicious.

The faint use of salt and chicken stock soup are good seasonings.

“This can’t be ridiculed for its salty taste,” I said.

“Yeah, my spoon won’t stop moving,” Corinna said.

“I see, I see, aah, I’m happy to hear that it’s delicious in the end,” Edra muttered with deep emotion.

That’s right, I know because my family owns a bakery.

“Hey, you bitches!! Hurry up and get out here!!” a vulgar yell came from the locker room.

A man? Even though it’s a girls’ dormitory?

Marissa-san trotted to the locker room.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Oh, that’s the idiot from Hangetsu-Tei,” Edra said.

“Does he yell at customers?” I asked.

“Yeah, I did say he was an idiot,” Edra said.

“What do you mean you don’t need anything from tomorrow!! Don’t mock me!! BITCH…!!”

I’ve heard only yelling so far.

I can’t bear to hear that.

I put down my bowl of porridge and stood up.

Corinna-chan pointed her thumb skyward, saying, “Let’s do it.”

“Makoto-san, you shouldn’t go,” Gioia said.

“Thank you, Gioia-san, but I’m the one in charge, so I have the duty to fight first,” I said.

“You’re good at fighting, you’re an amazing saint candidate,” Solene said with a smile.

“Just leave it to me,” I said as I opened the locker room door. Then, I yelled, “So noisy! Who the hell is making all that fuss?!”

There was a back door in the locker room, and a big red-haired man was raging there.

“Who are you, you bitches?!” the man yelled. “Why are students here?!!”

“And who are you?” I countered. “What’s a man doing in the girl’s dormitory, I’ll call the dormitory knights, you know!”

“Ah, no, I’m allowed to enter up to the back door,” the man said. “Hey, Marissa, you’ve got no business with me, call for Ilda, get me Ilda!!”

“Ilda-san won’t be back for a while,” I said.

“Aaahn?” the man snapped. “Then Marissa is the one in charge now, you ugly bitch.”

“The person in charge is me. Makoto Kimball, the baron’s daughter,” I said.

Hearing “baron’s daughter” made the man shudder.

“Ah, is-is that so? Ah, are you the one in charge?”

“Yes, and who are you?” I asked.

“I, I’m Hans from Ha-Hangetsu-do… Th-This woman, you know, is joking about saying she won’t need our bread from tomorrow?” Hans said.

“Your bread isn’t worth buying, just leave today’s bread delivery and go home,” I said.

“What the hell are you saying!!?” Hans yelled. “Bitch! You’re making fun of our bread!!”

“The idiot baker who delivers stale black bread for 3 times over the market price should be replaced, you’re the one who’s mocking us,” I said.

Hans’ face contorted with hatred and his skin turned red and black.

“I don’t care if you’re a baron’s daughter or what! There’s a contract!!” Hans yelled. “It’s Hangetsu-Do that puts bread in the cafeteria of the girls’ dormitory!!”

“Don’t go into the locker room!” I yelled back. “Even the back door!”

“Don’t fuck with me, bitch, you’re just a little girl!!”

Haha, you thug, when I provoked you a bit, you grabbed me, you idiot.

As soon as I tried to use Flash magic, Hans stopped.

Huh, did you have self-control in your impertinence?

No, it’s not what I thought, someone was firmly holding Hans’ neck.

“Hey, bastard, did you try to grab my precious Saint-sama just now?”

Why-Why is Linda-san here?

Scary, scary, Linda-san is smiling while letting out a terrifying aura of bloodlust, you can see it going “GO-GO-GO.”

“S-Saint-sama?” Hans stammered.

Linda threw Hans’ head against the doorway.

The women’s dormitory shook a little as there was a tremendously loud sound.

GHAN!!

GHAN!!

GHAN!!

Again and again, with eyes like glass balls, Linda slams Hans’ head against the door with all her might.

“Hey, stop, stop, he’s going to die, Linda-san, Hans!”

“Huh? Isn’t it fine, even if this bastard dies?” Linda asked.

“I’ll be in trouble if he dies! Or rather, what did you come here for?” I asked.

“I heard that you can eat Saint-sama’s homemade porridge, so I ran from the Great Temple,” Linda said.

Don’t you dare! And don’t run in full armor!

“Geeze, I’ll feed you later, so let go of that guy,” I said.

“Hooray,” Linda cheered.

Even if you say it’s cute, it’s ruined because she has a bloodied man hanging from her hand.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

I thought about casting Heal, but this seems to be a job for High Heal.

I cast a High Heal on Hans, who was in shock and trembling.

“Haa, haa,” he painted, “what the, what the hell is this bitch?”

“Aah?” Linda growled.

“Waaa,” Hans squealed, “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be intimidating,” I said.

“Tehe,” Linda said, faking ignorance.

It’s not cute at all.

“Saint…?” Hans said. “You, you’re from Hiyoko-Do, you bitch…”

“Huh? What was that about a bitch?” Linda asked.

Also, Linda-san let out a murderous intent so intense you could see it.

“Hiiiii,” Hans squealed again.

“Stop it, the conversation won’t progress,” I said.

“Alright,” Linda said.

Well, just an answer would be nice.

I turned to Hans.

“Hans, tell the owner of Hangetsu-Do that he doesn’t deserve to call himself a baker because he makes the students eat rotting black bread at 3 times the market price,” I said. “Your secret’s already out. Your shop is done for, so pack your bags and flee the royal capital. Alright?”

Hans nodded, trembling with fear.

“Are you going to have us Temple Knights Destroy Hangetsu-Do?” Linda said. “Like, ‘salt the earth’ level of destruction.”

“Stop it,” I said.

When Linda says it, it doesn’t sound like a joke at all.

“Hans, leave. Don’t forget to pass on the message,” I said.

Hans screamed and ran away as fast as he could.

It might be a good idea to make Meigetsu-Do take responsibility for not being able to stop Hangetsu-Do’s outrage and stealing about half their clients.

But Meigetsu-Do’s a purveyor to the royal family, so it’s really delicious.

I wonder if the far ends start to rot when the business gets too big.

When I felt the gaze and turned around, the cafeteria staff was peering through the doorway with a look of fear on their face.

Yeah, yeah, Linda-san is scary.

“It’s okay, Linda-san will obey my orders, so don’t be afraid,” I said.

“I will listen to whatever Saint-sama asks of me,” Linda said.

After that, all the staff was taken aback.

“Aah, geeze, wait here and I’ll make you some porridge,” I said.

“It’s been a while since I’ve eaten at the cafeteria,” Linda said.

“You’re an outsider, and I won’t make porridge for you to eat inside the cafeteria,” I said.

“I’ll wait then,” Linda said.

That was fast.

“Would you like it sweet? Do you like it salty?”

“Sweet is better.”

“Do you want honey or nuts?”

“Both.”

Linda-san smiled broadly.

In this way, she’s a normal beautiful, cute onee-chan.

She’s physically scary when she gets angry.

While Edra-san and Marissa-san taught me how to make sweet porridge, I made porridge in a small pot.

I see, the secret to the deliciousness is the timing of adding rolled barley and the heat.

Corinna has returned.

“Hey, Makoto, who was that crazy dog?” she asked.

“Linda-san, full name Linda Crable-san,” I said.

“Is that the Mad Angel of the Great Temple?” Corinna asked. “She’s so scary.”

Edra-san also came up. “She’s a scary woman, but I was refreshed when she beat the crap out of that idiot Hans.”

“Right?” Solene said as she came over. “He’s an idiot, he can only deliver packages, yet he’s so overbearing.”

Or rather, they didn’t come up, it’s too narrow here and we’re all moving about.

The finished porridge was placed in bowls and sprinkled with honey and nuts.

Put it on a tray and take it to the locker room.

“Here it is,” I said.

“Oh, it smells good. When I was in school, porridge in the girls’ dormitory was a specialty,” Linda said. “Even the upper-class nobility went out of their way to eat the lower-class noble’s food.”

A lot has changed since then.

I don’t know the old days, so I put up with the food in the dormitory, from the salty porridge and everything else, thinking that’s just the way things were.

“Be careful because it’s hot.”

“Yes, itadakimasu, I thank the Goddess for my daily bread,” Linda said, saying grace before eating.

“It’s delicious, it’s delicious, Saint-sama,” Linda said afterward. “Oh, it tastes somewhat like Okaa-sama’s porridge. How sweet and nostalgic.”

Linda sighs as she eats.

Really, other than getting angry for my sake all the time, she’s a pretty good-natured person.

Please don’t get angry for my sake and always stay calm.