Today was HualÃ’s first weekend holiday since officially becoming a maid.
She carefully removed her work badge from her chest and placed it back in the desk drawer, setting it on top of a pile of miscellaneous items.
“HualÃ, you have a letter~”
“Oh! Thank you!”
She took the letter, sealed with a bright red stamp, from Jeilinfa’s hand, sat down at her desk, and glanced at the sender—it was from the Human Race Capital.
Hualà scratched her little head in confusion.
“A letter from the Human Race?”
She distinctly remembered that ever since her good Hero friend crashed, she didn’t have any acquaintances on the Human Race side.
So who would send her a letter?
Suddenly, as if realizing something, HualÃ’s face changed, and she squeaked:
“Waaah! Could it be a bill from the landlord?!”
Hualà still remembered that before being sent to the battlefield, she owed several months of rent to the landlord.
Was this the bill finally coming after her?
Nervously, she closed her eyes, tearing the envelope open bit by bit, muttering:
“Please! Please! I beg you, don’t let it be a bill! I don’t have the money to pay…”
When the envelope was finally opened, the stamp fell off, and small pieces of wax scattered across the desk.
Hualà pulled out the folded letter, and only after confirming it wasn’t a bill from the landlord did she breathe a sigh of relief.
She blinked her big, cute eyes and began to read carefully.
“Guu… Dear HualÃ, have you been well lately……”
After Penina, the Saintess of Light, left the Human Race Capital, subtle changes began to occur within the city.
The attitude of the Human Royal Family’s upper members toward the war had shifted dramatically.
Voices strongly opposing the rescue of HualÃ, a Human, grew louder, and they seized control of the powerful Royal Knight Order within the Capital.
As for the reasons, methods, and objectives, no one knew.
Information was tightly sealed.
Additionally, rumors of a ‘False God’ lurking in the shadows of the Capital began to surface, stirring unrest.
Of course, none of this was the main point for HualÃ, since it didn’t directly concern her.
What mattered was that amidst these events, the figure of her supposedly deceased good brother appeared—the Predecessor Hero who crashed the night before taking the Gender-Changing Potion!
Hualà froze, her eyes widening bit by bit.
Her good brother, the one she had personally buried after the crash…
Came back to life!!!
In disbelief, Hualà looked down at the name signed at the end of the letter, wanting to see who could make such a ridiculous joke.
Signature: [Penina Ravenson]
“Penina…”
Hualà knew, whether as the Human Saintess or just by personality, Penina wasn’t the type to make jokes like this.
Memories from before becoming a Hero resurfaced, and Hualà clenched her teeth, her cheeks flushing with anger.
No way!
The suffering she had endured, and all the misfortune in Aisaridu, were all because her good brother, as the Predecessor Hero, couldn’t keep his hands off the controls.
Hualà was already fuming.
“The dead should stay in their coffins! Why are you out jumping around?!”
No, as the closest brother, Hualà had to stuff him back into the coffin herself!
As for how Penina knew about the secretly deceased Predecessor Hero in her letter, Hualà wasn’t all that surprised.
After all, there’s no such thing as a wall that can’t be breached.
Not to mention whether the Herald who delivered the Gender-Changing Potion and Saint Sword that day could keep their mouth shut, there were just too many secret arts in this world capable of searching memories.
Moreover, as the Saintess and the true chosen of the Goddess of Light, Penina could listen to the Oracle.
As long as the Saint Sword chose HualÃ, then Hualà was the Hero.
“Looks like I need to make a trip to the Human Race side.”
Hualà stroked her chin thoughtfully: At the very least, she had to give that good brother who turned her into a girl a good beating.
And stuff him back into the coffin.
As for all those False Gods and such, she didn’t want to deal with them at all.
With this in mind, Hualà jumped off the chair, rolled up her sleeves, pushed the wooden bed aside, lifted the plank covering the big hole beneath, and pulled out the hidden Saint Sword.
Holding the Saint Sword, which was a little too large for her size, she left the room and headed straight for Maid Chief Jeilinfa’s quarters, where Jeilinfa was on holiday, playing Monopoly with a few little maids.
“Six hundred sixty-six, playing Monopoly without me!”
“It was just set up, we were about to call you, HualÃ.”
Jeilinfa pulled out a small stool for HualÃ.
“Want to join?”
But Hualà shook her head, hugging the Saint Sword tighter.
“Not today. I’m here to request leave from you, Jeilinfa. If possible, could I get my salary and year-end bonus for the next half year paid in advance?”
Jeilinfa stared at Hualà in disbelief, blinking.
“You’ve only been official for less than a week and you’re already planning to take the money and run?”
***
In her life, Hualà hated two kinds of people the most.
First, black-hearted capital… no, black-hearted capitalists who were always trying to squeeze her dry!
Second, the snitching dogs of those black-hearted capitalists!
Night fell, with only a few stars in the sky.
Within the Palace of Demon King Castle Aisaridu, a fierce battle was underway inside Sidella’s bedchamber.
Fact proved that last time, the Hero Hualà was only talking tough—even with the Saint Sword ‘Phillips’ by her side, she was still the one pinned underfoot.
As the only personal maid of Blood Queen Sidella Eve Cecilia, HualÃ’s vacation and leave arrangements were not something Maid Chief Jeilinfa could decide.
Therefore, it was only reasonable to helpfully report HualÃ’s leave application to Her Majesty the Demon Queen.
At the same time, it was also reasonable to inform Her Majesty about HualÃ’s request to have her half-year salary and year-end bonus paid in advance.
Reasonable?
Very reasonable~
“You want to advance half a year’s salary just after becoming official for less than a week? That’s 180 gold coins in one go, HualÃ, how can you be so greedy?!”
Even Sidella’s good temper couldn’t hold out this time.
She raised her hand and slapped HualÃ’s arm.
A crisp, pleasant smack echoed in the bedchamber.
How could a small fry like Hualà withstand such force?
She burst into tears on the spot, crying so much the bed and pillows were soaked with lemony fragrance.
“I’m sorry…I was wrong…guu…I really know I was wrong this time…”
Hualà sobbed, pleading, her voice trembling with each breath.
“When have you ever admitted your mistakes? Every time you apologize, every time you never change! You’ve been official for less than a week and you’re already thinking about the year-end bonus. Do you really want those gold coins so much?”
A smile flashed in Sidella’s eyes, quickly masked by a feigned sternness.
“Fine, I’ll give it to you! But there’s no gold coins—how about another type?”
“What coin…silver…guu…or copper? As long as it’s a coin, I’ll take it…”
Hualà admitted her greed weakly.
“I’ll never be greedy again…”
“Take Dark Tide Coins!”