What Does That Evil Dragon Live For?

“But Elaine volunteered for it?”

 

“Yes. It seems that the temple has not increased the number of people serving the soup kitchen for a long time. An exhausted saint came to the designated volunteer area for saints and asked for more manpower.…”

 

“I guess that idiot Elaine’s angel disease has developed again.”

 

“Well, I don’t know. It’s a bit too much to describe it as an ‘angel disease’ because it looks like Miss Elaine was commanding the inside of the soup kitchen.”

 

“What?”

 

Hubert told everything as he had heard from the priest he had bribed.

 

From the first day of Elaine’s volunteer work at the soup kitchen, where she did her work without asking anyone, to how she yelled at the poor people who were fighting among themselves, to how she completely controlled even the other poor people.

 

“I think everyone was surprised because they thought she was just applying for a job at the soup kitchen.”

 

Then Sergey began to laugh heartily.

 

“Well, it’s not because she’s my contractor, it’s because she’s surprisingly smart. Even though she seems weak-hearted, does she have her own standards?”

 

“I see. The heart to help the weak is truly beautiful.…”

 

“I said I should kill this guy or that guy because it’s annoying, but Elaine said I couldn’t do that. I thought it was Angel’s disease, but she said she couldn’t be satisfied with revenge like that. Isn’t it funny?”

 

“Hahaha, that—”

 

“And not using the dragon’s power even when you can use it means that your will is quite strong…”

 

At first, Hubert was listening intently to everything Serge said, but his expression gradually became crooked.

 

‘You’re in arrogant mode again.’ 

 

Anyway, when he heard about Elaine, Sergey’s arrogance went up like a parent bragging about his child, and he grabbed both Hubert and the headmaid and boasted about Elaine for a long time.

 

On the outside, he said, “She is so annoying,” but on the inside, he said, “She is like an idiot with angel disease”.

 

Of course, there wasn’t a single Lindell employee who could say, ‘She is really annoying,’ in response.

 

After bragging about Elaine for a while, Sergey was satisfied to hear Hubert say, “Isn’t she really a great girl?” and nodded with a happy face and said.

 

“Well, being proud is being proud, but I can’t just let my contractor suffer with the chores of humans. Give Elaine the support she needs. Make sure she doesn’t notice as much as possible.”

 

“Yes, I understand.”

 

Hubert sighed softly, feeling sorry for himself for standing for so long to receive that obvious order.

 

‘I guess I should have a sweet  parfait as a reward to myself this weekend.’

 

* * * 

 

From then on, about two weeks later, Elaine, who was heading to the soup kitchen to prepare the next day’s meals, tilted her head when she saw people who were not poor walking around the soup kitchen busily.

 

This was the same not only for Elaine but also for the four women who worked there.

 

“Lucy, What happened?”

 

“Well, I don’t know. When we came, it was like this.….”

 

The people walking diligently around the soup kitchen seemed like workers in charge of the building’s equipment.

 

It must have been a while since they started working, because one side of the soup kitchen had a water tap, and next to it there was even a furnace to heat water.

 

The shabby furnace where food was prepared had been replaced with a new one, and the food distribution table had also been remodeled to be much more convenient.

 

‘It’s weird. High Priest John is not the kind of person who would invest in a soup kitchen…’

 

Elaine, who kept tilting her head, eventually couldn’t control her curiosity and tugged on the hem of the clothes of a man who seemed to be the highest-ranking worker among the workers.

 

“who—!”

 

The irritated man quickly lowered himself when he realized that the person tugging on his hem was a nobleman.

 

“My name is Elaine Newt, and I am a saint who works at a soup kitchen. Excuse me, but on whose request are you fixing up the facilities at the soup kitchen?”

 

“Of course, that is a request from the temple.”

 

“Who is the priest in charge?”

 

“Who was it, Jeremy? I think it was Priest Jeremy.”

 

After saying thank you, Elaine immediately went to see Priest Jeremy of the temple.

 

“Priest Jeremy. The facilities at the feeding center for the poor are being replaced. How did this happen?”

 

“Ah, we got a donation.”

 

“A donation?”

 

“A believer who refused to reveal his name donated a large amount of money to be used in the temple’s soup kitchen for the poor. Apparently, he’s been keeping an eye on the work of our soup kitchen for some time, and he wrote down every detail, telling us what to fix, how to fix it, and how to hire a few more people.”

 

“Really?”

 

Elaine’s mouth dropped open in surprise, but soon smiled brightly.

 

‘I wonder if it’s really Bara making my wish come true…..’

 

Before leaving the temple, she wanted to do something to help the saints who work in the soup kitchen.

 

But Elaine didn’t have the power to make a big difference, and she didn’t know when she would leave the temple.

 

Her volunteer work didn’t make her feel better, and then, as if God had heard her prayers, that happened.

 

Elaine ran excitedly to the soup kitchen.

 

“Things are going to be so much better from now on.”

 

Of course, it will, for one thing, we don’t have to carry buckets of water.

 

Lucy and Marsha grinned as they turned on the taps to make sure the water was flowing properly.

 

Sonia and Cecil lit the new stove, marveling at the lack of acrid smoke.

 

Just then, two men and two women approached them.

 

“We have been summoned to work here starting tomorrow. What kind of work do you think we should do?”

 

The saints were surprised for a moment, but Lucy, who was quick to assess the situation, quickly approached them.

 

She explained to them how the soup kitchen worked and gave them their tasks.

 

“One of you will manage the line at the entrance to the soup kitchen, and one of you will move the stew pots and manage the inside of the soup kitchen. The women will help serve the food and wash the dishes when they are done.”

 

She didn’t hesitate because she knew better than anyone where the labor shortage was. There was also a sense of urgency that this opportunity should not be missed.

 

After the equipment was replaced and repaired, and all the workers who would work from tomorrow returned, the saints could not hide their excitement as they organized the ingredients for the next day.

 

“How on earth did this happen?”

 

“A wealthy nobleman has donated to fix up our soup kitchen and send more workers.”

 

“Oh, my God, if you ask for it, God will give it to you! Thank you, Bara.”

 

“Let us say our thanks.”

 

The saints prayed to the gods, not for an increase in their wealth, not for the betterment of their circumstances, but for thanksgiving.

 

Elaine thought that they should be called faithful servants of God, not those who are bought by money and live for their wealth, but those who do the hardest work at the bottom and give thanks to God.

 

So instead of offering prayers of gratitude to God, she made another wish.

 

‘Lord Bara. Please bless those who are doing their best as your servants even in this chaotic world…’

 

Elaine believed that this time God would grant her wish.

 

* * *

 

Instead of having a day of service every two weeks, the Saints were given free time every two weeks.

 

Fridays were free, so the saints would combine the day with a weekend to go home, attend parties, or go shopping.

 

But Elaine, who never left the temple, would lock herself in the library to read.

 

The temple’s well-lit library was the perfect place to spend some quiet time alone.

 

But lately, even choosing a book has become boring.

 

‘I miss Rabes.’

 

It had been three months since Rabes had left the temple.

 

‘I wonder how he’s doing?’

 

She should have just called out to him with her lekuro spell, but Elaine fought back a sudden pang of loneliness.

 

‘I must not disturb Rabes. It will only take longer if I disturb him.’

 

He said he would finish as quickly as possible. But if Elaine kept calling for him, it might take longer.

 

Elaine hated that even more.

 

‘Okay, let’s trust Rabes and wait. I shouldn’t rely on him too much.’

 

Elaine scanned the shelves, fighting down the urge to pout.

 

The temple’s library had a limited selection of books.

 

There was no shortage of books on faith, religion, magic, powers and powers, dragons, history, and so on, but romance, the kind of thing girls might like, was conspicuously absent.

 

But Elaine, who had lived in the temple for ten years, knew very well which books to pick up when she needed to kill time.

 

The book Elaine picked up from the “paladins” shelf was called “Tales of the Great Paladins,” a romance based on the lives of paladins.

 

‘Why do so many paladins meet women wherever they go…?’

 

Elaine giggled and pulled out the book she’d read so many times.

 

It was then.

 

“You like paladins?”

 

A familiar voice heard behind her back.

 

She turned around to see a magically beautiful man standing there, looking down at her.

 

“Huh? Sergey….?”

 

He, who seemed to step out of the shadows cast by the bookshelves, looked a little more mature than the last time she’d seen him.

 

The black hair seemed to be glossy even in the shadows, and his blue eyes shone like jewels beneath long lashes, somehow cool and fascinating.

 

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