âPanilla, come to my room before you go to bed today.â
The director of the orphanage passed behind her.
âPanillaâ did not know the directorâs name, nor did she know his background. At least, he was already the director when âPanillaâ came to the orphanage, and he was still the director.
He was an old man with a bald head like a meatball.
Perhaps because it was an orphanage affiliated with the temple, the director always wore a priestâs uniform. He probably worked at the temple when he was young. However, he was not a man who could use holy magic. But since it was said that the majority of the clergy could not use holy magic, it was not unusual.
The Directorâs office was still a barely presentable place in the poor orphanage.
But there were only a few simple pieces of furniture, such as a bookshelf and a desk for office work. The next room was the directorâs bedroom, where he lived.
The orphanage was funded by the temple, but it was tough to make do with just that.
Asking for donations from knights, wealthy people, and ordinary citizens was a common practice everywhere.
This orphanage received donations from Viscount McGregor to that extent.
The orphans also met with Viscount McGregor, who visited the orphanage from time to time, and ceremoniously expressed their gratitude.
However, there was a rumor that most of the money went into the Directorâs pocketâŠ, and Tracy found out that this was almost certainly the case.
Of course, the orphans, including âPanillaâ, had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.
âWe have to thank Viscount-sama properly. This time, I would like to entrust you with this great task. I will instruct you so that you will not ⊠make a mess of things with the Viscount.â
âInstructions⊠is it?â
The director smiled.
She heard a sound like a sticky spatula being stirred up.
â âŠI never thought I would be called at this timing.
She had no idea what was going on behind the scenes at this orphanage, even though she had searched through the memories of âPanillaâ.
So she thought she would never be targeted like this, but of all times.
She knew what was going on at the orphanage from Tracy, who was well-informed about it, before she went undercover.
She also knew why Viscount McGregor was supporting the orphanage and visiting it so often.
The price was the childrenâs bodies.
âGood thing I thought of a way to deal with it just in case.
The prick in front of her had zero fighting ability.
Well, he had the physique and strength of an adult male, so it would be hard for the children to resist him, but to the âRose Princess of Hellrageâ, he was as weak as a baby.
But she could not kill him here.
If the Director who should greet the Viscount disappeared, she would lose the Viscount.
It was also not a good idea to turn him into a Revenant. The cityâs Holy Beast surveillance network was watching for any sign of the undead.
Therefore, she needed to first manipulate the Directorâs memory and plant a false memory that the âinstructionâ to Panilla had been completed.
If not, the aftereffects of the memory manipulation would make him look suspicious, and incidentally, the director would catch an appropriate cold. A cold that was not enough for him to be seen, but not enough to be shown to the priests.
The plague that existed in this world were the household of the Evil God.
All she needed to do was to refrain him from seeing anyone for a few days. If he met someone and said something strange, they would think it was because of the fever.
The possibility that Viscount McGregor would miss the visit is⊠well, not worth worrying about. He was looking down on the commoners for free, and he was in a position to pay for the orphanage. He was not likely to cancel his visit because of his concern for the directorâs health.
âIs this your first time? Or have you done this before Well, relax. Thereâs nothing to be afraid of. YesâŠ, nothing to be afraid of. Just relax and surrender. Youâll feel better soonâŠâ
Something was noisy.
It was her own teeth. They trembled and the roots of her teeth didnât fit together.