When I finally stood in front of the well, the bright light that sread from my fingertips reached the shiny surface of the water. Ripples on
When I finally stood in front of the well, the bright light that sread from my fingertips reached the shiny surface of the water. Ripples on the water split like a patchwork made of light.
Woosh!
A stream of water rose from the small whirlwind in the center hit me in the face.
‘I feel a bit bad now.’
I frowned as I was suddenly hit with a stream of water as the system window signaled the success that my job change was successful.
<SYSTEM> You, who’ve dreamed of a worthy profession, finally have chosen the noble and difficult hardship of a ‘retired saint’.
Occupation: A retired saint
Level: 1
※ Job-related rewards increase dignity, stamina, and reputation by 30.
‘What? Retired saint?’
My jaw dropped as I glanced at the shiny white text in the system window. The fact that the saints were divided into levels was amazing, but it was wasteful.
‘I already emptied the holy power pouch!’
I checked the empty pouch and clicked my tongue.
‘Well, my holy power has increased as a job reward, so let’s be satisfied with that.’
If a saint went through levels, wouldn’t she just have to work hard to rise up? Leveling up as a maid was quite fun and I tried to raise my hopes up with this new development.
<WARNING> ‘Edith Abina’ cannot be a saint due to limitations in probability. ‘Edith Abina’s Holy Power resets to zero.
‘Fuck…!’
Having been deprived of the holy power I received as a reward, my clenched fists shook in the air.
“Congratulations on becoming a saint! You can get relevant information at the Great Hall information desk.”
The priest standing in front of the well must’ve thought I was shaking because I was thrilled to be a saint, and with a benevolent smile, he pushed me towards the temple.
What do they mean by limit of probability? Originally, Edith Abina was someone who can’t be a saint? But how I became a retired saint?
I walked with anger all over my body, and a familiar voice stuck in my ear near the information desk. It was the voice of a souvenir shop vendor located behind the Great Hall’s lobby.
“Please don’t ask about the price because it’s a waste of energy.”
“So you’re telling me to buy it without knowing the price?”
“Yes! Just trust me and buy it, sir!”
“The owner of the store on the other side called me a fool.”
Fool? The real fool was me, who blindly believed the Helper’s words and struggled to come all the way to the temple to become a saint.
“Hello.”
I tapped the shoulder of Helper, who was surrounded by people and was trying hard to sell his products.
“Yes, this is a personalized store that always does its best for the customers.”
“Do you sell hammers or clubs here?”
The handsome face of Helper who turned around at my question darkened. He fumbled and opened his mouth as he swept his long hair to one side.
“…No, we don’t deal with that sort of things.”
“That’s too bad. Well, okay.”
Grumble. Grumble.
I pulled the ostrich feather duster out of my pocket and dragged it on the floor and raised it up. Whisk, flick. A few ostrich feathers stuck out and flew in the air. The cleaning tools used at the Marquis were made of sturdy paulownia wood, making it perfect for beating.
“A duster is enough to catch a con man.”
I broke the duster and swung it toward the stand with the most customers.”
“Oh my. Some crazy woman is trying to hit me!”
A female customer who almost got hit by the duster got scared and retreated.
“Aaaah! Let’s get out!”
“Wait, wait a minute, customers!”
Customers who sensed my unusual energy ran away in a hurry even though Helper was trying to get them to stay. Helper slumped on the floor in despair now that his store was empty.
“I couldn’t make all the sales today…”
I grabbed his long ponytail, ignoring his grim murmurs.
“Now, explain.”
His chin lifted as I held his head. I casted a ferocious glare over his delicate, but not too fragile jaw.
“You knew why I have to be a saint. You knew everything when I played! But now that I’m a saint, I’ve lost all of my holy power!”
“Oh, that’s because you’ve been working so hard on attacking. If you’ve been playing normally, you’d have already realized it!”
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