“Countess, do you have the letter from the Saintess for me?”
Samimi finally spoke up, breaking the silence, almost forgetting herself.
“Ah, almost forgot.”
The Countess began rummaging through her thick name-brand bag and pulled out a letter along with an orange skill book.
Samimi’s tired eyes flickered with a spark, like a dog spotting a bone.
But her expression was well disguised, showing no cracks or emotions at all.
After all, she was still wearing her lace eye mask, like a noble lady going to a swimming pool wearing gloves—no one could tell what her eyes were looking at.
“Daughter, this is the letter and skill book entrusted to me by the Saintess herself to give to you.”
The Countess said.
“Do you know the value of this skill book? You’re carrying it around all alone?”
As soon as Samimi heard the skill book was meant for her, she suddenly lost her urgency and decided to chat a little first.
“Do you take your mother for a fool?”
The Countess said, “I understand the principle of ‘money doesn’t leave the house.’”
“How did you become a Countess anyway?”
Samimi reached out to take the letter and the orange skill book, casually throwing in a question out of curiosity.
“The title was inherited from my father,” the Countess replied.
“Your grandfather had no sons, only a pair of twin daughters, so the eldest daughter had to inherit the title.”
Swish…
Samimi showed little interest, just asking casually before opening the letter from Saintess Makima.
The Saintess had written a densely packed letter, and Samimi originally thought it was full of empty pleasantries.
But on closer inspection, it did contain some useful information.
Extracting the useful details, the Saintess said she hadn’t been showing herself lately because of intense internal strife within the Sweet Melon Chapel.
Various factions were fighting viciously for credit and achievements.
She also advised Samimi not to get involved for the time being and to keep a low profile.
But what did the Chapel’s affairs have to do with her?
As a lowly nun, she didn’t care about the power struggles of her superiors.
The orange-skinned skill book was her reward for carrying out a mission at the Continental Magic Academy.
After reading the letter, Samimi crumpled it up and threw it into the fire stove to burn.
“Daughter?”
The Countess looked on in confusion at Samimi’s decisive action.
“No evidence left behind. Also, don’t call me daughter—I don’t want anyone to know I come from nobility.”
Samimi said.
“…”
The Countess’ mood sank even lower.
“Countess, you can leave now. It’s better if you go home early.”
Samimi stood up to see her guest out.
“I’ve handed over my work to your aunt. I’m planning to take a break and book a hotel.”
The Countess said.
After speaking, she finished her tea in one gulp, picked up her name-brand bag, and left first.
Samimi watched her leave, looking like a little girl sulking, and didn’t react immediately.
But after a few steps, the Countess stopped and timidly asked, “Samimi, do you have a room I can stay in here?”
Samimi took a sip of tea and replied lightly, “There’s a lodging fee.”
Even her mother had to pay to stay at her chapel!
But money wasn’t an issue for the Countess—otherwise, what do you think is inside her luxury bag?
She turned back happily, looking like a little girl overjoyed.
Samimi could tell the Countess wasn’t a bad person after all, so she let it slide.
She didn’t dislike her either.
At least the Countess wasn’t like those other heroines—arrogant and stubborn, but rather soft-hearted and gentle.
And Samimi was famously someone who could never resist a soft touch.
“Niubao! We have guests! Prepare a guest room!”
Samimi suddenly called out loudly to the empty space behind her.
In the next moment, Niubao dropped down from the roof, startling both the Countess and Samimi.
“No wonder I couldn’t see you. Why were you on the roof?”
Samimi asked.
“I was training my body.”
Niubao answered.
“I really shouldn’t have asked. Other than eating and sleeping, what else can you do?”
Samimi felt like a fool.
“I can also brew tea, cook, and sort herbs.”
Niubao retorted.
“That’s right. Impressive, Niubao.”
Samimi was glad Niubao could stand on his head.
“I remember this lady,” Niubao said innocently upon seeing the Countess.
“You are the mother of the nun lady.”
“That’s right, that’s right.”
The Countess was pleased and instantly grew fond of the adorable Niubao.
“Nun Mother, I’ll take you to the room.”
Niubao led the Countess to see the guest room.
This guest room was originally the room where the Pure White Knight Fabiana once stayed.
It was initially prepared for Niubao, but he only ever slept in his own room.
Suddenly, Samimi felt her house was starting to feel a bit cramped.
Because the guest room was squeezed out forcibly, filled with several cabinets stuffed with cheap herbs.
Only half the room was living space, containing a wooden plank bed and a desk without a chair, both piled with medicinal supplies.
But it was enough for her mother to live alone.
My filial piety is as big as half a room—doesn’t that count for something?
The next day, Samimi went out as usual to inspect the city wall construction work.
The Countess followed like a shadow, tagging along without complaint after sleeping a day in the medicine storage.
Moreover, she wore a beaming smile.
After all, she was here on vacation—of course, she had no idea what was so good about this rural place to travel.
“When you’re outside, don’t call me daughter. Seriously, I’m not joking.”
Samimi reminded her.
“Hmm.”
The Countess looked pitiful again.
“I’m doing big things out there. I don’t want to use your name. I don’t want people to say I get privileges just because I’m a Countess’s daughter. I don’t want to hear those nasty rumors.”
Samimi reluctantly explained.
“Oh, so that’s it?”
The Countess was so moved she started to tear up, feeling completely duped.
Because she heard Samimi’s words as an indirect acknowledgment of her mother’s identity.
It was only because of work that they didn’t acknowledge each other openly in the work environment.
This meant their mother-daughter bond wasn’t truly severed.
While Samimi was still on the first floor, the Countess had already jumped to the fifth.
Their mother-daughter relationship was slowly repairing itself in this awkward way, which was a good thing.
Anyway, Samimi saved face, and the Countess accepted this explanation—everyone had a way out, and all were happy.
“Samimi, why is your name on that city wall over there?”
The Countess asked.
“Because I paid for the construction of that city wall.”
Samimi answered.
“Eh? Where did you get so much money?”
The Countess was shocked.
“I’m a Divine Official, I have many ways to earn money. I heal people and tend to the wounded for money,” Samimi replied.
“But now I’m making big money selling Blood Recovery Potions.”
“Samimi, you’re impressive.”
The Countess praised.
It felt like the Countess had turned into a big fangirl, a full-blown worshipper.
But stepping into her shoes, it was understandable.
After all, her former delinquent daughter suddenly turned over a new leaf, doing honest business.
The worse she had been before only made her current efforts and sweat all the more precious.
And when a daughter succeeds and makes a name for herself, how could a mother not be moved?
There is no greater joy in life than this!
I think a good friendly relationship can be formed.