A Transmigrator's Privilege

by Usui Takumii

not mine, wuxia world. Waiting for the translator to update. 469 Chapters and ongoing.

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Description

It's the era of Transmigration.

I wanted to possess a body of a rich young lady in a Rofan childcare novel, and live while receiving lots of love.

No. 1 to be avoided!

No. 1 in frustrating the reader!

I possessed someone inside an infinite return novel called: Return Until the World is Saved.

Forget being a young lady from a prominent family, I will soon be ruined because the survival difficulty of the original work is S-Class.

I became an extra. Ailette, the young daughter of a servant in the Count's manor.

We are poor, but it's a happy life between a kind brother and a good father.

I've got a best friend I've never made before because I was always busy.

Even the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau are openly fond of me.

I'm living a life full of confidence.

On top of that, I accidentally bought the 'After-Life Insurance' full package just before my death.

I leveled up with the high-speed growth buff, and diligently destroyed the original plot.

Thanks to plenty of special privileges, I came to give satisfaction for all the frustrated readers of the original work.

"You wiped your face with your dirty hands."

"…."

"Don't be surprised. It's because I have an obligation to be kind."

And then, there's the protagonist who is still nothing more than a handsome push over, Thesilid.

'Why is he being this crafty with me?'

Associated Names

A Spirit's Special Treatment

Preference for the Possessor

Preferential Treatment for the Possessed Person

The Perks of Being an S-Class Heroine

Act 1. The era of Transmigration

[(Disaster Prevention Headquarters),

Cases of Missing people and Murder accidents are increasing!

Don't be alone

Watch out for subway stations, rooftop buildings and riversides.]

It was a familiar disaster prevention message. I hurried home from work because of that.

If I go around this alley, I'm right at home. I was thinking of giving myself a hard earned chicken for dinner tonight, as a reward for the hardship of dealing with customer complains all day long.

I'm going to rip off those juice chicken legs, eat to until I'm full and sleep after reading the Web novels and Webtoons from today,

Ting!

[A Watch out for dark alleys on your way home! A

Especially places where the streetlights went out!]

"...Gasp."

Just in time, a street lamp that was flashing above my head lost its light.

Oh, I should go home quickly

It may be hard to believe, but the disaster message was true. Death and disappearance cases were exploding across the country.

On the Internet, it has been argued that the cause of the strange phenomenon is due to "being transmigrated." It seemed like nonsense that came from too many webtoons, web novels, and games, but it had its own basis.

Looking at the cell phone records of the deceased, there was something in common.

It was some kind of omen, which is...

Ting!

[Life Insurance Announcement

It's time to prepare for the afterlife rather than preparing for old age! A full package that helps you survive in the event of transmigration is on special price today! With a one-room deposit, you can live

with easy, even in a novel with S-Class survival,

difficulty!

Limited quantity of 3! Would you like to join now?

(Yes/No/Unsubscribe)]

... It was the fact that the person receives a spam message recommending to subscribe to life insurance.

"W-W-What..is this?"

Bang bang!

Out of nowhere, a truck rushed toward me.

Boom!

'Mom, dad, brother, I'm going to meet you soon...

I was hit and killed by a truck in a dark alley

Tuk!

[You are registered!)

Just in time, I pressed "Yes".

"Open your eyes, reader ID 1 *** 5617".

"Huh? This is..."

I was awakened by a voice that seemed to imitate a prison roll call.

It was a place that looked similar to the civil affairs office of the immigration bureau, were I worked. People were issued something and moved to a gate where light poured out. I was also standing in front of the clerk desk.

Iglanced to the side. A female student in a school uniform turned around smiling, showing that she had received satisfactory results, and a screen glistened, over her head.

Reader ID 1**** 5613's transmigration results:

Original Work: The Empress imprints a traitor.

Genre: Regression, R-rated Romance Fantasy.

Difficulty of survival: F.

Certain phrases caught the eye.

"What? Transmigration results?"

"Yes, that's right, reader ID 1 ***5617. It's your turn now."

"Oh my god! The puppy is talking!"

Whenever the Welsh corgi, with wings on its back, yapped something, human words popped out.

"Ha ha, what do you mean a puppy? I'm a judge in here. This is the 'Transmigration Management Bureau Examination Headquarters'."

"Transmigration... Management Bureau?"

"You must have slept well during the orientation. Let me explain briefly. You're dead and this is the afterlife."

"Oh."

Now I remember. I was hit by a truck as soon as I experienced the "omen" known on the Internet as an urban ghost story.

"Sigh..."

It was a hell of life.

My mother died while giving birth to me.

My father and brother were hit by a car driving on the wrong side of the road and went to my mother's side.

Since then, I have lived in my relative's house being ignored, while they depleted the insurance money left for me, and as soon as I became an adult, I became independent and made a living as a part-timer.

After all sorts of hardships, I barely passed the civil service exam, so I thought it would be worth living

now.

But somehow, at a beautiful age, I was swept away by a national disaster and died.

'Then my one-room deposit will be gulped down by my relatives again. Ha...'

A Welsh corgi yapped cutely in front of me, who was stuck in grief for my situation.

"These days, gods in charge of after-life public projects are very interested in the culture of your world. Masterpieces web novels become webtoons, games, and movies, right? If the gods use their power, they can make those the real deal, or in other words "dimensionalization of worlds". Currently, the project has been carried out to send the souls that have died on Earth to a dimensioned world."

I learned a new fact that the final form of a big hit web novel is a jackpot of dimensions.

"Of course, we don't make just anyone a transmigrator. Seeing that you were summoned to the afterlife earlier than your lifespan, you must have great skills when you go to the next world!",

"Oh, yes...".

I wanted to argue that everything was unfair, but it only becomes bulling when my opponent is a weak and cute dog. In fact, they didn't even give me time to argue, because the screening began immediately.

"Then I'll check the reading records of reader ID 1**** 5617. Oh, you've read so many genres. Romance, Rofan, Fantasy, Martial Arts, GL, BL, R-rated...",

"Hmm-mm."

I didn't cough because I was shy. I did it because I was proud of my unconventional taste.

"Is there any genre you want to try?"

"Rofan childcare"!

Yes, Rofan childcare.

How good is that? It is a healing genre where survival is easy, at the same time where you walk only in the flower path and the money path, while minimizing suffering. Truly the best genre to transmigrate into!

Theld my hands together to convey my attachment and sincerity to the genre.

"Since I was little, I lost my parents and my older brother, and I have never received the love of a family because I lived in my relatives house while being mistreated. So, I want to possess the main character of a child-rearing world and enjoy the sweet love of a family."

"Yes, I will look into it."

The Welsh Corgi pounded hard on the keyboard, and after a while.

"The examination results are out. Look at the screen, reader."

"Yes!"

I clenched my hands together and raised my head.

Reader ID 1* *** 5617's transmigration results:

Original Work: Return Until the World is Saved

Genre: Raid Fantasy, Infinite Regression

Survival Difficulty: S

It was silent for a while.

In the meantime, the Welsh Corgi congratulated me with all his heart, while happily panting.

"Oh oh! One out of 100,000 people is an S-class! thought you would have excellent qualities as a transmigrator. Oh! Congratulations!"

Excuse me. Do you even know what a hunter grade is? It's not something to celebrate when the level of survival is S-Class!

The Welsh Corgi waved his tail enthusiastically, saying it was the first time he had ever seen an S-class in person.

As I was about to lose my mind, I traced the memories of the original work.

Return until we save the world.'

This was an infinite regression novel, warped around a giant bomb of frustration and bitterness, which I read when I was in middle school.

It was a novel in which the main character who belongs to the church returns dozens of times to save the world that is being destroyed by the outbreak of Demonic Dungeons, and how frustrating the story is can be seen from the reviews posted at the time of serialization.

- The guy who recommended this as a masterpiece should come out! I will hit you!

-The main character is really boring, it's a waste of cash.

-Recommended if you want to die of anger.

Of course, there were good readers who defended the work.

- It's only because our protagonist is growing slowly, isn't it?

- Anyway, the fulfilment that comes after is enough, right.

But.

- Do you take us for fools? Where is the fulfilment in here!? The Main Lead should be called a Pushover Free Pass.

- Pushover Free Pass! lololol You named it well. Tololol. I can even see it!

-I will keep reading just to have the gratification to see the main character dying.

-Me too, the only fulfilment I have is when the Lead dies. lololol

From that point on, the main character's nickname became Pushover Free Pass.

"Ahhh, I'm screwed.'

People who saw the screen began to murmur.

"Oh my God, that person is an S-class..."

"No way."

"That's her original work? That's a nuclear bomb of stress."

"I feel bad for her."

The Welsh Corgi began to work again.

"S-Class reader seems to like childcare, so I'll let you transmigrate in a cute girl with pink hair."

"What kind of person is she?"

"She is the daughter of an aide who is abused by the ignorant aristocrat..."

"I would rather be trees on the side of the road."

Isn't she an extra at the bottom of the food chain?

My nose became bitter at the thought that I would not survive.

"It will be fine. If you possess her, you will receive help from the support system provided by the management office... No, wait, S-Class!"

"Why, what now? Another problem?"

"It is not! Now I see that S-Class reader was the first purchaser of the after-life insurance full-package. You don't have to worry about anything!"

"After-life insurance full package? What the heck is that?"

At that moment, the eyes of those who looked at me with pity a moment ago turned into envy in an instant,

"You will find out gradually. Please go through the gate as the next turn must not be pushed further."

"Uh, wait a minute...",

"Then may the God of Transmigration be with you!"

"Gyahh!"

I was sucked into the world of the infinite regression fantasy novel that is known as the nuclear bomb of frustration.

Act 2. How a transmigrator upgrades their status

[ Connecting to the 'Transmigrator Support System')

[ After-Life insurance full package benefits: compulsory training period, high-speed growth buff, one time bonus cash.]

[ Delay the start of the original with the 'compulsory training period' and start the tutorial. During the tutorial, the survival difficulty is adjusted to F-Class, and the radius of action is limited.]

[ Since the genre of the original work is infinite regression, the 'turn time' of the original work will start after the tutorial is completed. This is a timeconsuming operation, so please be patient...]

"Ugh..."

I opened my eyes to the system messages. A shabby, low wooden ceiling caught my sight. It looked like an attic.

[System) Synchronization with the transmigrated Body 'Ellet Lo Dellain' completed.]

Ah, as the clerk said, this is the support system provided by the management office. After getting used to some extend, I sat on the edge to get out of bed.

"Huh?"

My feet were dangling in the air without touching the floor. I was a little embarrassed by the shorter limbs than I expected.

I ran to the place where the mirror was.

Beyond the mercury-lined glass was a pink-haired girl of about ten years old, blinking her pale green eyes.

"Wow, what kind of doll is this?"

For about ten minutes, I was stuck to the mirror, with my mouth wide open while I admiring myself like a narcissist.

But my head, remembered a sad reality.

'Arghh! It's not a childcare story if you transmigrated into a body like this!

I swallowed my heartache and decided to start by grasping my situation.

My transmigrated body is 'Ellet Lo Dellaine'a daughter of a nobleman who works for another aristocratic family that abuses their power.

But it's hard to be specify something with that alone, there's not only one or two villains who abused the main character. I need to know at least the name of the family...

"Huh?"

At that moment, the structure diagram of the manor unfolded like a game map.

['Gillette County']

Castle of the Count of Gillette located in the Far East of the Kingdom of Vinchester.

[Note: Be careful because the son of the Count is crazy!]

"Ah!"

I remembered it right away. Count Gillette's Crazy Young Master!

He was the son of a famous swordsman, but since he didn't have the talent, he bought the knighthood with money.

The good protagonist saved the son who was training as a knight and was about to die while poking around in a dungeon. The main character didn't want anything in return, but the Young Master said that he would compensate and made the protagonist accompany him to the County.

The good two shoes protagonist, also known as the pushover, meets the crazy Young Master of the County, a man with the qualities of a vicious employer, and what happened next was obvious.

The rascal treated the main character like a mercenary and when he arrived in the manor, he lied about everything he had promised and kicked the main character out, empty handed.

And as soon as the main character leaves the Count manor, a dungeon outbreak occurs nearby, and Gillette's territory is devastated by monsters.

The angst continued for too many episodes and was way too long for comfort, compared to the satisfaction delivered by karma.

'Wow! Even when I think about it again, it seems like the frustration is coming back and my head is getting dizzy!

The disaster that will unfold in the Gillette estate is easy enough to avoid if you move to another place, but the problem is that such a disaster can happen anytime, anywhere.

Dungeons were spreading like tumors all over the continent, so when outbreaks happen it was so normal it was treated like a like a daily disaster.

'Sniff, once the original work starts I'm not going to last. If only I knew the original story in detail...'

The map disappeared and a screen like a grand library emerged.

['Integrated Library']

Books are the food of the mind! All books purchased or read by the transmigrator in his lifetime are kept.

[Note: However, it's limited to officially distributed books.]

"Wow, awesome."

It was real. I had an extensive collection, from elementary school 'Living Right 1-1' to the 19+ wretched reverse harem novels that I bought the night before I died.

I quickly sorted the books alphabetically.

'There! There is it!'

Surprisingly, I held until the end and completed the whole novel. This greatly increased the chances of my survival.

Still, I want to guarantee even more safety for myself. It would be nice if the body I transmigrated also had special abilities or talents.

"System, what else do you have?"

I had high expectations because they had already given me what I needed twice, soon a message, appeared as a response.

[ Receive After-Life Insurance Full Package Privilege, 'One time bonus Cash'.]

"Cash?"

It was right after the capitalist word rolled out of my mouth.

[120,000,000 Cash]

According to the insurance policy purchased with the After-Life Insurance before the death of the transmigrator, 120 million cash can be collected once.

[Note: You can additionally recharge the cash with the currency of the world the transmigrator is living in.]

It was strange, I felt like I was receiving my death insurance in bonus cash.

"Wait, having cash means...!"

The screen changed, and my suspicion soon became a reality.

[Cash Shop for Transmigrators]

[All special product that increases the survival probability of the transmigrator in one place! As long as you have money, you can easily live in an S-Class difficulty novel!]

Before I get my hopes up for nothing, I tried to sort by popularity.

'[ Job Change Package (Combat)']

You can choose one type of combat ability that fits the worldview of your work, such as aura, magic, holy power and martial arts. All skills necessary for transmigrators in fantasy worlds.

[Price: 10,000,000 Cash]

"Gasp."

What? Is it a product that can make you become a talented person?

My instincts shouted.

"Oh god! I have to buy this!'

Awakening abilities is essential in a world with S-Class difficult. I bought it without looking back. However, it's use has been delayed.

The powers in this novel are Aura, Magic, and Holy Power.

Magic and Holy Power are abilities that conflict with each other, but it was possible to have both. Instead, they were divided into major skills and minor skills according to the order of awakening.

I decided to read the novel again and choose what to awaken first.

There were also other popular items that caught my eye.

'[ Blessings for rapid growth]

A blessing giving by the Transmigration Management Bureau gods. It doubles all ability achievement rates.

[Price: 1,000,000 Cash]

My instincts shouted twice.

"Oh, I have to buy this too!'

However.

[System The item cannot be purchased. A higher version product is currently being applied.]

[ 'Blessings for high-speed growth']

Blessings from the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau, which raises the achievement rate of all abilities by 5 times.

[Note: Although it was judged to be over-buffed, it's part of the exclusive benefits in the After-life insurance full package.]

[Price: Not for Sale]

"Wow, limited privilege that can't be bought even with money!'

I wanted to compliment the finger that clicked 'yes' on the spam message before I died.

Other than that, I closed the window after thoroughly examining what products were being sold. Thanks to the After-life package, high-speed growth buff, and the integrated study, I was quite motivated.

"Let's read this bomb of frustration with this momentum!'

I boldly opened the first episode of the novel. First of all, I thought of doing a quick read from start to finish.

But after four hours of hard concentration, I screamed without reading until the end.

"Ahhh! It's not over even when were back on 77th round of returning! So freaking frustrating!"

Befitting the title of 'Return until the world is saved', the protagonist repeats the regression to the point of suffering.

Just as human soldiers on a sinking ship usually do, humans around the world committed betrayal and cheated their way around.

In such a place, a moderately bad personality is the condition for a good progress in life, but the setting value given to our protagonist was 'a good and faithful, paladin, serving God and walking the chivalry road'. It was perfect for becoming a Pushover Free Pass.

Of course, our Pushover Free Pass, no, our main character is also human, so he gradually deteriorate as he goes through all kinds of hardships in every episode.

His tendency for good, which was firm from the beginning, leans toward neutral due to the loss and betrayal of trusted colleagues, respected superiors, people saved by the protagonist, and family members who he met again.

Then, after being stabbed in the back three times in a row by the Female Lead, who he loved and trusted more than anyone else, he began to be stained with evil.

I'm reading episode 77 right now, and it's a bomb of frustration after another.

'If anyone asks me which episode is the least frustrating, I'd like to pick episode 17 without doubt.

And that's because.

"As soon as the main character returns, he was killed by the final boss that passed by!"

Episode 18 started right after the main character died without even feeding the reader angst. It was an episode that was extremely void of meaning.

'Still, around the 77th round, I can see some hope to save the world.'

It was when I tried to pull myself together and finish reading the original work.

[ The allocation of the original 'run' has been completed.]

Right! It's an infinite regression, so it's important how many times the main character has died!

When the tutorial ends, the original begins, and when the original begins, the protagonist returns.

Which episode will I be assigned among the timelines generated until now?

Only when the protagonist saves the world can ! survive. Therefore, the more the main character rolled around and overcame hardships, the stronger the chances he can save the world and the higher the chance of my survival.

"Oh, my God! Please choose a high round!'

The message has been updated.

[ After the tutorial, the original run will begin at episode 17.]

Is this the crime of recklessly saying that the 17th episode was less vexing? Or is it the price of deception, seeing that I called for God's help being an atheist myself?

It's a round in which the main character dies like an insect, from the very beginning, to the final boss who is the strongest in the world!

Of all things why this one?!

There are only a few episodes in which the final boss appears in front of the protagonist, but I can't believe it has to be the 17th episode!

I grabbed my head and screamed in despair.

"Awwww!"

Originally, the sound of argh was supposed to come out with desperation, but I had a soft pitch and a cute sound came out.

Our Pushover Free Pass becomes usable only after the 70th round, so at the 17th round, he was like a little kid.

There was no way I could use him against the last boss, who is described as a new level of transcendental.

But I soon realized something.

'Let's assume there is no protagonist. I'm the only one I can trust! To survive, I have to be strong myself!'

The subsequent system requirements also indicated that this was the correct answer.

[ The tutorial quest will take place now that you have finished touring the system.]

[ Mandatory training time for a wise transmigration (for S-class transmigrators)]

Leveling up is the only answer to survive when the original S-class difficulty begins. Let's sharpen our intellectual virtues and become a talented person within the top 100 in the world.

Time remaining until the end of the tutorial: 3392 days 2 hours 15 minutes.

Current ranking: 1,000th.

Success Reward: ?

[Failure penalty: Death]

The word death was terrifying.

But everything is ok, there is plenty of time!

It was at the time when I clenched both my fists and strengthened my will.

Bump!

""Oh my god, you scared me!" (Ellet)

Suddenly the attic door opened and the girl who found me fiercely opened her eyes.

"You! Here you are!" (Girl)

I blinked my eyes and stared at the girl. She was about my age and had pretty long brown hair...

"Hunf! When the head maid comes you are dead, Ellet!"

"..."

Looking at the venomous words, she didn't seem to be friends.

Soon, a good-looking lady, presumed to be the head maid, appeared with a thump.

"Ellet! Why are you fooling around here? You still didn't go to help in the kitchen?"

"What? Kitchen work? Me?"

"Then is there another lazy kid who only plays and eats other than you in here?!"

Even so, me doing kitchen work...for me who has been living on my own, cooking meant living while heating up frozen lunch boxes and ordering delivery food...

No, there was a bigger problem than that.

This body was a child of about ten years old. Is exploitation of child labor legalized in this world's setting?

Then two more people appeared.

"Madame! Ellet is too young. Kitchen work is still too much for a child."

"Dad is right. I'd rather work for her. Yes?" A father and a young son begged on my behalf. Among them, I noticed that the son's head was the same pink as mine.

"Frintz! What are you doing here, what about the Young Master's class?! Hurry up and go back to your seat!"

"He-Head Maid!"

"Sir Alchemist, until when are you going to wrap your daughter around your arms? If you are ten, you are all grown up. You have to pay for your meal!"

"How can I let my daughter go to a busy and tiring place like the kitchen... if she gets hurt..."

"Enough, the maids are under my jurisdiction. If you keep doing this, I'll tell the Lord!"

As expected, the handsome scholar-like man in his 30s and the boy with pink hair seemed to be a family member of my transmigrated body.

'Family...

It felt kind of awkward and strange.

The pink haired boy did not give in even after being scolded once.

"But eleven-year-old Nelly doesn't work either."

The brunette girl jumped besides the woman at the mention of her name.

"My daughter is different! Nelly's going to train to be a tea maid, not a maid who does all sort of dirty work, but what if her hands get damaged!"

Incidentally, it seems that she has a family relationship with the angry head maid.

While I was focusing on gathering information. Nelly, who was in high spirits thanks to her mother's backing, said so that only I could hear it.

"You're not crying today. Why? When you think about being slapped by me likes last time, you want to cry right?"

I liked it even more knowing the fact that this body was even slapped. When hostility is clear, it makes everything easier.

The Head Maid put pressure on the talk.

"Before I send her straight to the laundry room, let her calmly go to the kitchen!"

Boasting a wealth of Rofan reading, I knew well that the laundry was the hardest work place.

Isn't it a place where you have to deal with ashes from the stove while wrestling with a heavy pile of wet laundry all the while inside a steamy basement?

It was impossible for a child to survive where only the most powerful of the maids went.

The alchemist and the pink haired boy were restless. I didn't want to see them like that.

"Yes! I'll help in the kitchen!"

"Let!" (Brother)

"It's okay. I'll work hard!"

Even when I heard my own voice, I tough it was so cute that it made anyone cheerful and relaxed.

"Yes, you thought very well."

The head maid mother and daughter grinned. Her mean face was full of swear words, and unspoken

thoughts that she would mistreat me as much as she could.

Like them, I smiled broadly.

Cash shops doesn't just sell combat packages.

[ 'Job Change Package (Non-Combat)']

A product that helps the transmigrator to eat and live. You can choose and awaken one of the non-combat professional abilities that fit the world setting of the work, such as cooking, cultivation, woodworking, and alchemy.

[Price: 2,000,000 Cash]

[ 'Job Change Package (Non-Combat) purchased'.]

[System] Selects 'Descendants of the Great Chef' to awaken Cooking Lv.1. From now on, you can use 'Food ingredient detection', 'Fantastic ingredient handling', 'Sommelier-level inspection', and 'Kitchen cleanup skills without a single dust.]

'I can feel it.'

It feels like my hands are full of energy!

All right, let's try it.

Act 3. The Social Life of a little Maid,

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Ssongsong! Tap tap tap!

"I washed the mini carrots and broccoli here!"

"I'm done trimming the mushrooms!"

"The garlic and onion are all chopped! Vegetables are finished with this! Foods that are in bad condition are excluded here. Hehe."

"The beef should be about the same size, right? Is it too big? Still, it's best to chew big pieces of meat.",

"The whipped cream is also in perfect condition! Whoa, my arm hurts... Can I rest for a bit?"

"Sure!"

"Thank you! ...I'm done resting!"

"Already?!"

"Yes! I'll clean it up now!"

She was good at handling everything and cleaning up the mess perfectly. The child's fingertips were meticulous.

"Fufu, the experience... All the experience points... huh huh..."

No one even knew why, but the child was enjoying hard work.

The head maid, who was watching Ellet from behind with her arms folded, was embarrassed when she realized that her plan had gone wrong.

The chin of the woman, who clenched her lips, shrunk like a walnut.

'This is not why I brought her here!'

Until now, the kitchen maids, who had only quietly watched Ellet because of the head maid's presence, couldn't stand it anymore and gathered together.

"How. She's really good at the job."

"She has a pretty good eye for the condition of ingredients?"

"Did such a talented person exist in our mansion?"

"As expected, Alchemist Leonard daughter is different."

"Cute..."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

As she spoke politely and laughed, more kitchen maids flocked around her. Someone even washed strawberries well, and put it inside Ellet's mouth.

"It's delicious, sister!"

"Yes!"

Starting with that, various pieces of fruit used to decorate the pancakes were pushed out in front of the child's mouth.

The head maid's eyes widened even more at the friendly atmosphere in the kitchen, that seemed to exude a caring behavior towards a lovely little sister.

Ellet pulled her neck out like a deer and inhaled the smell.

"The cream stew smells delicious."

"Would you like to test taste it?"

It was the head chef, Peisha, who casually asked for a second opinion.

All the kitchen maids were terrified. It was very rare for Chef Peisha, who was so proud of her job, to let other people test taste her food.

"Yes!"

Ellet, who was unaware of the situation, answered brightly, but the head maid intervened in embarrassment.

"Chef Peisha, what are you talking about! Such a kid can't recklessly touch the food...!"

"Head maid, don't you have work to do, why are you wasting your time here? Please don't make noise and get out of my area."

"Ugh..."

When the kitchen's No. 1 threatened, the head maid was forced to subside. Meanwhile, Ellet scooped the stew with a ladle and tasted it.

'Sommelier-class inspection activated!'

Cash power resided at the tip of Ellet's tongue.

"Unh, I think it lacks a bit of seasoning. How about adding a little crushed pepper?"

"...Really?"

Peisha's old eyes, which were indifferent to the world, shone after a long time. Ellet had just passed her exam.

'This kid has talent!'

The moment she decided, Peisha didn't think for long.

"Ellet Lo Dellaine."

"Yes, Chef! Do you have any more orders?"

"Why don't you learn to cook?"

"Cooking? Oh, well, shall we?"

Ellet, who was more serious about her experience than actual cooking, responded with a bewildered answer.

Meanwhile, the kitchen maids were astonished. It was a huge thing for the strict chef to bring in students.

And that was not even the end.

"From tomorrow at 6 o'clock in the morning... No, come to the kitchen by 7 o'clock. Because you are young."

"Yes!"

She even made it convenient to go to work an hour late.

The head maid's forearm trembled. Contrary to her intentions, it was outrageous to have laid a flower path for Ellet.

She kicked a pot in the floor to settle her anger.

Ahhh!'

The head maid, who hit her big toe incorrectly, went out of the kitchen limping.

"Uhhhhh..."

When I came to myself after grinding up my cooking experience in a trance, the body of a child who was overworked by labor was screaming,

Her arms trembled as she turned the butter churn to make butter.

"Ellet, take it easy."

"Yeah, child. You'll get crumps on your arms. Shall I do the rest?"

"No! It's okay, sisters!"

I gave strength to my voice before the friendly kitchen maids took my job away. The yard was almost finished. She could not be deprived of valuable experience points.

''I'm going to level up soon!

With the reward in front of me, I tightly squeezed the remaining power in my body. Of course, I felt a little regretful because it felt like I was going back to my days of working part-time for a living.

Had I known this would happen, I wouldn't had gone through all that hardship in my previous life to pass the civil service exam.

'If I had gone to a real Rofan childcare novel.'

She would have been enjoying the sweetness of the world as an adorable infant of an imperial family with absolute power or a hidden powerful duke by now.

'Ahhhh!'

I was suffering from buying this original work, but for some reason, I wanted to make this work.

At that time, there was a person running into the kitchen and looking for me.

"Let, how are you? Is everything okay?"

"Frintz"?

I called his name because I wasn't used to the word "brother". Fortunately, he didn't seem to care.

"Yes. Young Master Romdio's history class just ended. I can take over now. You rest.",

"Well, it's okay."

My heart was slightly think I'll level up even if I lose a bit of my experience...

"What do you mean it's okay? I'll help you. What should I do? Can I just spin it randomly?"

"No, you can't just spin it. And if you're in the kitchen, wash your hands first...

I couldn't finish my sentence. The boy's small hands and fingers covered in red solid lines were stuck in my eyes.

It was a whip mark.

When our eyes met, Frintz made a clear smile,

"The young master got all the test questions wrong. But I didn't get hit too much today, because the homework was done by me."

At this point, it would be good to think deeply about our family, the Lo Dellaine family, mentioned in the original.

My father, Leonardo Lo Dellaine, is from the 'Golden Ivory Tower', called the Alchemist's Tower, and is a promising young man.

He was an elite alchemist, but he hated his superiors and became a wanderer. It was Count Gillette who scouted such a person and hired him cheaply while cunningly using the fact that he was a single dad with two children to feed.

Dad... well, it's still embarrassing to call him that. The alchemist was unaware how things really worked in the world and because of that he continued to renew his slave like contract and dedicate himself to the Count.

The accompanying family members, Frintz and Ellet, naturally grew up as servants of the Count.

idiot Young Master, and Ellet became a maid for chores.

In the original, only the Alchemist and Frintz appeared briefly in minor roles.

Returning to the County after training as a knight, the Young Master neglected the protagonist, who was his lifesaver.

At this time, it was Frintz who took care of the main character's necessities such as bedding and food, and it was the alchemist who took care of the potions giving to him on the morning of the main character's departure, while saying he was sorry.

The part that caught my attention was the scene where Frintz and the main character appeared.

It was the youngest daughter room that Frintz guided the protagonist while saying that it was the cleanest room.

The main character, who found Ellet's items there, was bewildered by the question of whether it was a woman's room, and Frintz laughed and explained to relieve the faithful paladin.

-It's my sister's keepsake. She mistakenly went into the dungeon that was sealed deep in the Count's Castle and...

Sigh. That was the future of Ellet Lo Dellaine.

This damned house was build a top a very bad place.

It was not enough to have a dungeon outbreak to happen right near the manor, the Count's residence was even build atop one itself.

After thinking deeply, I looked at the Frintz again.

Even if he was an older brother, he was a boy who looked only about twelve years old.

I was a little choked up when I thought that there would be no day that his hands and calves would be left untouched because of the dumb Young Master.

Frintz, who came after washing his hands thoroughly, kicked me out of the seat and started spinning the butter churn.

I was very concerned about Frinz's hand.

"How about applying the ointment first? Go to Dad."

He freaked out and panicked.

"No! Then dad will be worried."

"Dad doesn't know?"

"Yes. If he knows, he won't let me do it. Me, I don't care if I'm beaten. Even like this, I want to take the class..."

"Still..."

"But Let, why are you suddenly pretending not to know? You promised to keep a secret from dad if I let you eat all my pudding..."

Seems like there was already something in my stomach, so I can't say anything about it.

He said again with a bright face.

"Oh, Dad has an urgent business and went out. He said there's a problem with the herbs he's dealing with the Count's merchant guild."

"Then let's go to the lab together later and find some medicine. I'll apply it for you, brother."

I said that because I felt sorry for his red hands and was grateful for his help. At the end of the day, I called him brother, it seemed something natural to do for the body who ljust transmigrated into.

It seems that my memories from my brother in my previous life stopped around the same age as Frintz. But suddenly, his eyes became moist.

"Let..."

"Wh-what?"

"Kitchen work was really hard. It's the first time you've called me brother... since you were four years

old."

"Huh?"

"In the past, you said you didn't want to be with me or talk to me because I was stupid and tactless..."

Apparently, the personality of this body was not good. My heart swelled up a bit. I hesitated a little and then opened my mouth.

"Oh, well, that's right. I think I grew up after having a hard time in the kitchen today. I'll call you well from now on. Forget about the past."

Now that I'm Ellet Lo Dellaine, I will take responsibly over this body's kind older brother.

"Really? There is no turning back!"

"Yes, yes, brother."

"Wow, it really feels like I have a real little sister now. Oh, no, that doesn't mean I used to feel you were a fake sister! I just like it very much."

'If you think so, I'm grateful.

to do is wash the wooden barrel of the churn.

"Come on, let's finish work and have a snack." (maid)

I liked the kitchen because it had this kind of caring mood.

"Brother, let's clean up quickly and eat snacks."

"M-me too?"

"Of course, you helped. If they don't give you some, I'll give you my share."

"Let..."

Is it that touching?

When I was embarrassed for no reason because of the sudden growth of sibling love, another person came to the kitchen.

"I guess kitchen work is doable".

I turned my head to follow the twisted tone. A brunette girl was standing in the same pose as the head maid.

"Nelly."

Nelly glanced at me from top to bottom. As soon as she found something to nitpick about, her small lips rose sarcastically.

"Oh, are you in charge of washing the dishes? Poor you. I am preparing tea and snacks for the madam."

"Okay, good job."

"If I do the dishes like that, my hands will soon crack. It's too bad."

Her complaining tone was a bit rude.

It was around the time I finished all my work while ignoring Nelly, who was babbling non-stop.

[ You have completed the 'Make Butter and Clean Up' mission. Acquired proficiency is calculated.]

[ An additional 400% of proficiency is acquired by the benefit of 'Blessings for high-speed growth'.]

[ Congratulations! Awaken Cooking Lv.2 by achieving the proficiency required to level up. From now on, you can use the 'Sweet Fruit Cooking', 'Making Basic Snack', and 'Brewing Savory Tea abilities.]br'Oh, quick level up!'

While I was happy with the feelings of getting stronger. There were words in the message that caught my eye.

"Hmm, making tea?'

My eyes shone with slyness.

Meanwhile, Nelly continued to chatter.

"Well, if you don't have talent, your body has no choice but to suffer, isn't it? These chores are perfect for you ignorant siblings."

"Hey, are you listening to me? Why are you looking at the air like a fool... Argh!"

Whoa! As I jumped up because of the new skill I had, I hit Nelly's chin with my head.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

"Woo, I'm sick too."

"Funny! How can a blockhead like you fell pain!?"

Nelly screamed as Frintz touched the bump in my head with concern.

The commotion drew attention.

"Nelly, don't be frivolous. How can a child who will serve the madam not be calm and collected?"

"Mrs. Isela..."

The stern middle-aged maid who was measuring tealeaves, rebuked Nelly solemnly. It seemed that she was in charge of the Countess refreshments.

I thought it was a great opportunity and I smiled at Nelly.

"Wh-what? Why are you laughing so much?"

After all, animals are good at detecting danger. I asked a question to Nelly, who had shrunk a lot.

"You said your dream was to be a maid serving tea, right?"

"Huh?"

"Watch from there."

I strode away from Nelly, who had a stupid expression on her face. For her, it might have looked like empty bravado since I was a little kid.

"Ellet Lo Dellaine?"

The chef, who was giving orders among the maids, turned to me. Feeling everyone's attention, resolutely opened my mouth.

"Chief, can I make tea for snack time?"

"You can make it?"

"Yes. I want to make tea for those who have worked hard with me."

The Maid sisters caught on what I was trying to do.

"Oh my, Ellet is brewing the tea?"

"Shall we taste the tea made by her?"

"Yes! I will make delicious tea for you, sisters. Please leave it to me."

The chef gave permission with a nonchalant face.

I measured the black tea leaves for use while boiling water in a large kettle. While stepping on a wooden stool and wriggling my hands on the shelf, I felt a prickly gaze on one cheek.

Nelly must have been glaring at her.

As I turned my head to look at her, I was surprised, because Maid Isela was also looking at me.

Finally, the maple black tea was completed. I whined victoriously and poured everyone a cup of tea.

"Oh my, it smells so good."

"Is this the tea we usually drink?"

"I can not believe it. The tea leaves didn't change,

right?"

At a glance, the chef was also savoring the scent of tea with a kind smile. Of course, no one could see it because she quickly returned to her hard face. Then Isela went all the way to the chef. The two woman of the same age had a vague conversation.

"Hey, Peisha. I want to taste some tea too."

"This is ours."

"I just want to taste it, okay?"

"Get permission from Ellet."

Isela turned to me.

Recognizing the need of social experience and connections in life through my previous one, immediately filled the tea and offered it to her.

Slurp, Isela took a sip of tea in an elegant position that would serve as an example for others, and after a while, she glanced at me and roared.

"You!"

"...Yes?"

"You did something stupid!"

'D-Did I do something wrong?

I was a little terrified of Isela's changed attitude. Unknowingly my shoulders crouched and someone blocked my front

'It was the Chef Peisha.

"Isela! Why are you talking like that to her? Did you drink tea well? If that's the case, get out of my kitchen!"

"I'm absolutely out of my mind, Peisha. I have to say that she's stupid because her hands are getting damaged in the kitchen!"

Oh, was it a positive expression?

I was relieved, but the people around me were surprised. In particular, Nelly's reaction was worth seeing.

Nelly, who was looking forward to how Isela would scold me earlier, was so dumbfounded she was opening her mouth as if her jaw would fall out.

"I'm also learning to serve tea!"

"Nelly, you have no talent!"

Nelly, who was unintentionally sentenced to death for her talent, trembled. But Isela and Peisha were not interested in her.

They held my left and right arms one by one from each side and continued the conversation.

"You said Ellet Lo Dellaine, right? Come to my place at this hour from tomorrow on. I'll teach you how to serve tea."

"No. Ellet is going to learn to cook in the kitchen. This child is born with the talent to become a great chef. I'm going to raise her to be big!"

"Then, let her do both!"

My future has been decided,

"Good luck in the future, Nelly."

"Ugh!"

I smiled brightly at Nelly in front of me.

After a rewarding day in the kitchen, I went with Frintz to the Alchemist's lab.

The Alchemist had yet to return, perhaps because the problem with the herbs at the Guild have not been solved.

In the Serentra Continent, healers were rare.

Since the level of difficulty for awakening Holy Powers was higher than that of Aurors and Magic, the number of people with that skill was small, and since the denomination monopolizes human resources, private employment was impossible.

If there was a dungeon subjugation team belonging to a family, the church will send a healer, but this is not applicable to the Gillette family, which has long since stopped subjugating due to the lack of swordsmanship skills.

No matter how wealthy Count Gillette was, he had to go to the cathedral in person to receive treatment from a Healer.

However, when a noble is injured or sick, they cannot endure the waiting line to receive treatment.

Fortunately, it was somewhat sub-quality to a healer's healing technique, but there was something that could work as a substitute. They were healing potions made by alchemists.

Wealthy noble families used to hire alchemists along with doctors.

Leonard Lo Dellaine was such a case.

He was a fairly skilled alchemist

It was certain information, giving that around the 10th round of regression, the protagonist came back to life from almost dying after consuming one potion he had made.

"It looks like ointment for wound has run out."

Frintz looked through the shelves instead of me, who did not know what the ointment looked like.

I thought it was strange because it seemed like something that could be made by bulks, and that question was soon answered by Frintz.

"The maids often steals. What was the reason for that?... Skin... moisturizing? I think?"

"What? Didn't you tell the butler?"

"They are all together. The butler, the head maid, the doctor..."

It's a difficult situation.

Will I have no choice but to ask for a favor after the Alchemist returns?

However, Frintz noticed that and the tail of his eyes drooped, so I was concerned.

"Are you in a lot of pain?"

"Oh, no. just..."

"Just?"

"It's being a while since you said you would treat me."

Ugh. If that's the reason why you're sad, then there's nothing I can do about it.

I looked around the lab. It seemed that all the materials and tools were present.

[ Purchased the 'Job Change Package (Non Combat)'.]

[ Select "The Great Alchemist of Softness" to awaken Alchemy Lv.1. From now on, you can use "Alchemy Material insight," "Softening Cosmetics that makes skin moist and smooth" and "Soft, fragrant natural soap with softening abilities."]

"Yep. I have to level up."

"Huh? What?"

"It's nothing, brother."

The only items unlocked at level 1 were cosmetics and soap. I guess I will be able to make an ointment or a potion only at level 2.

"But this is actually quite good.'

There seemed to be an abundance of ingredients, and cosmetics and soaps were often used.

I pretended to roll up both sleeves.

"Let's get started."

"Baby? Frintz?"

Leonard, who had managed to finish his work and returned to the lab, was surprised.

Ellet and Frinz were asleep, sharing a blanket, and the lab was a mess, unlike when he left. But the desk was different. Dozens of glass jars with jelly-like contents were neatly arranged.

Leonard looked carefully at the pretty ribbons tied up to the glasses. Letters written on the tail of the ribbon caught his eyes.

'Water soap that foams well', 'moisturizing cream', 'whitening cream', 'moisturizing lip balm'.

He was startled.

"Did you do alchemy?"

There were also small paper notes.

"Beauty creams as gift! I never even thought of this!"

Leonard was rather naive compared to his skills.

As a scholar who reads only books, he only focuses on research of standard potions. He didn't even know that research on beauty items was in the spotlight in the alchemy industry because of its commercial value.

He had no way of knowing how to win the favor of his employer, the Countess.

It was only natural that Ellet, who had been exposed to all kinds of cosmetic advertisements in her previous life and had a social life in which she needed them, knew better about that.

"I think my daughter is a genius...! Hm-mm! No, shouldn't make the mistake many dads make. Let's be calm. Trials and attempts are great, but the quality may not be as good as because it was made by a child...'

Leonard tried to test the quality by reining in the selfabsorbed child bragging that was trying to run wild. He opened the glass bottle of moisturizing cream with a pounding heart, and then he tried to apply it to the skin.

"Unbelievable!"

The effect was huge.

Even he, who was not acquainted with beauty, could clearly see that his skin had regained elasticity and had a watery luster.

'My daughter is a genius!

He made up his mind and decided to let the bragging run free to his heart's content.

Now that I look at it, the desk had not only beauty creams but also ointment.

She was already creating items with healing proprieties, so he had no doubts any more.

"My child is going to be a great alchemist. I have to start teaching her alchemy in earnest from tomorrow.'

Leonard held Ellet, who was sleeping soundly, in his arms to carried her to the bed. His face was full of laughter as he looked at his daughter.

It was a dad's proud smile.

I had a gloomy dream.

It was when I was ten years old before I took possession. At that time, I was already separated from my family forever.

It was right after I lost my father and brother in a car accident, so I was depressed as if a dark cloud hovered only above my head, never leaving.

But before I could understand my feelings, I had to learn to look at others first.

It was the house of my father's older sister that decided to take care of me, who almost went to a childcare facility.

As soon as they decided to raise me, they got a lease on a three-room apartment and moved there.

It was a much larger and better house than the previous one-room studio where they lived.

However, my Uncle and Aunt, who often fought with each other, decided to share a room, and my cousin sister who was two years younger said that she must have her own space and refused to share her room with me.

So I had to spend most of my life in the living room.

I didn't really have any complaints.

Rather, I was just sorry and thankful.

Because, despite my poor circumstances, they did not send me to a childcare facility and accepted me as a family member.

Of course, it was an idea of the innocent days.

At that time, I didn't know that the apartment's deposit was the money that was raised from the sale of the house where I lived with my father and brother.

Because I didn't know, I tried to do well in my Aunt's house. Since my mother hasn't been there since I was little, my older brother did a lot of housework while my father went to work.

Recalling what my brother did, I started to find and do housework little by little.

When I did the dishes, laundry, and cleaning by myself even if I didn't have to, my Aunt, a former housewife, seemed happy. Without a mother figure, I was weak for compliments from a female adult, so I tried to work harder, and house chores naturally became my duty.

Then one weekend when I woke up around noon, no one was home.

I washed the dishes accumulated the previous day and cleaned the house, waiting with the intention of eating together when Aunt's family returned.

I was worried because they didn't come home until the afternoon, but I didn't think of calling them.

I didn't have a phone at home and I didn't have a cell phone.

They returned only after the sun went down.

I rushed out with joy when I heard the sound of the front door opening with laugher.

The first thing I saw was my cousin, wearing a rocking headband, with star-studded springs.

When I stuttered a greeting and asked if they had eaten, the family members said they had no intention of eating with a disheartened face, and then went into their respective rooms.

It seemed so. Because the smell of pork belly wafted from the bodies of the family members who came home long after dinnertime.

Weekends with no one around when I woke up became a daily routine.

At some point, I started eating alone without waiting. understood we were not of the same family. However, there was one question. Was it okay to eat out every week when the situation was not good?

I later found out that what went into their stomachs was my father and brother's car accident insurance and settlement money.

It was in the second year of high school that I learned that they had stolen all of my father's property, insurance money, and settlement money and spent it until the last penny.

However, it was only a few days after I first asked to be sent to one academy_that I heard a complaint.

I was even more embarrassed and sad when I compared myself to the five academies that my cousin was attending but did not want to go.

Since I didn't have a room, I went to the playground next door and cried.

When the truth they were hiding was revealed, they criticized me for being ungrateful, saying that I was only calculating money despite their grace of raising me.

In the beginning, I was desperate. However, because they were not people one could communicate with, decided to live with the mindset of holding on until became an adult.

It would have been very comfortable for me not to rebel from the standpoint of my Aunt's house.

I didn't even go through puberty. I couldn't go through it. Foolishness is something that can only be done when there is someone who accepts it.

After living in that house for another year and a half, I thought I was getting along just fine. But that was just an illusion. I must have grunted often at night as if I was frozen by sleep paralysis.

There were many times when my cousin, who just woke up, came out to the living room and threw a pillow shouting if I was mentally ill. But it wasn't something that could be actively corrected.

Even until now.

"Mom... Dad... Don't leave me alone..."

"...Baby?"

"Don't go too... Brother... I won't steal your sweets anymore... I'll give you half my chocolate milk too. Bro...brother..."

Then my hands were covered with warmth. It was my first time feeling this, so I think I was a bit puzzled even though I was moaning in my sleep.

A caring and soft voice like a lullaby was heard.

"Shhhh, baby. You must have had a nightmare. It's okay. Dad is here."

"Dad...?" "Yes, Dad."

"Are you really my dad? Weird. My dad..."

The rest of the words got stuck in my neck and didn't come out.

Fortunately, 'Dad' said.

"It's really dad. I'll stay here until my baby sleeps again."

"It's a promise...promise."

"Yes, I promise."

It felt like the warmth I had received through his hands was transferred to my chest.

I fell asleep again with a sense of relief that I felt for the first time.

I think I fell asleep in the lab, but I woke up in the middle of the night and found that I was on the attic bed.

In addition, The Alchemist was sitting next to me, guarding my bed in an uncomfortable position, and I was holding his hand as if it were a winning lottery ticket.

No matter how I looked at it, it looked like I was being pampered like a child.

First, I woke The Alchemist up, made him go to sleep and then dug into the blanket.

I couldn't sleep because I was ashamed.

After kicking the blanket like that for a long time, I finally calmed down. I couldn't waste time like this and since I couldn't sleep, I decided to read the Novel.

So, my impressions came out at dawn, after reading the novel until the end...

'Even after reading it again, the ending is crazy.'

Excuse me, writer. Is there a need for a character's life to be this long? Really?

I sincerely wanted to argue with the writer, but unfortunately, there was no way. Above all else, after reading the original, I had to decide on the career path I had put off.

'After all, a healer is the answer.'

As explained before, in this world setting, healers who have awakened the divine power are on the rare side, and they have fast and high healing power.

Combat healers with different heal speeds were even more rare.

At the very least, the good-hearted main lead had various scenes where he often lamented and wished he had a healer around.

I couldn't eat sweet potatoes made of frustration like the main character. If you want to feel refreshed with good results you have to do so yourself!

I decided that my dream from now on was to be a 'Healer'.

I used the 'Job Change Package (Combat)' that I purchased in advance yesterday.

[System A conditional quest 'Legendary Saint's Soul' to awaken the divine power is required.]

What? Is there a quest? As expected, it doesn't seem to be easy.

[Quest A Thousand Days of Prayer. Between 5 and 7 am, pray to God with sincerity and devotion in places such as cathedrals, churches, and temples every day (0/1,000)]

[Note: It is limited to once a day, and if you skip 3 days in a row, start over from the beginning.]

'Ugh!'

It was a quest that took nearly three years even if I didn't miss a single day.

Blessings for high-speed growth did not help because the quest had a condition based on number of times. I had no choice but to do it the honest way.

Fine.

Fortunately, there is a chapel in Count Gillette's manor.

Well, it happens to be six o'clock now. I thought I could go to the chapel, pray for today, and go to work in the kitchen.

I followed the path indicated by the map. The chapel was located in the corner of the first floor of the manor's main building.

The former countess, that is, the Elder Madam, had a deep religious faith, so the main building was renovated for her, but after a generational change, it was left behind to be neglected.

"Woo, dust."

It looked like a place that was almost abandoned, and it didn't seem like it was cleaned properly. Since it is a space that I'll continue to use in the future, I decided to clean it for my precious respiratory system.

I hurriedly opened the window and pulled out cleaning tools from the next room.

Being a child, the chapel was so large that it felt like the work would have to be split over several days. Roughly having cleaned one side, I put my hands together in prayer.

"..."

Hmm... What do you usually pray for?

Among the quest contents, I stared at the part of 'Pray with sincerity and devotion' for a long time.

In the first place, I was an atheist.

I didn't even believe in the gods of reality, but when asked to believe in the gods inside a novel, I had no way of doing it. So, before considering sincerity and devotion, let's start with the fundamental belief in the existence of God...

'No, wait. After experiencing the afterlife, it's not like it's impossible. There are gods that I know.'

And a lot of them, too. I immediately called the gods.

"Gods of the Transmigration Bureau! Please, give me some divine power!"

Tiling!

[System 'Morning Prayer' in progress. Current progress 5%.]

It's working!

I decided to deposit my sincerity and devotion in earnest.

"Gods of the Transmigration Bureau, oh, this is too long. I'll shorten it. Transmigration gods, are you listening? Ugh, this situation is really something else, you know? Because of the Transmigration Gods I suddenly got a transmigration that was not even on sale. I was an ordinary, humble-citizen who was living well...Oh, I didn't live well."

Naturally, memories from my previous life came to mind.

"I still get upset when I think of the money my relatives took from me. From selling my house to usurping my dad's and my brother's car accident insurance settlement money. You think that's all? Even after I finally became independent, those damned relatives came to haunt me. After spending all that stolen money, they call me every week to ask if I have money, and if I don't answer the phone, they come to my former semi-basement studio."

[System 'Morning Prayer' in progress. Current progress 20%.]

Despite the growing complaints, the progress rate was steadily rising.

Let's keep going.

"You know what happened after that? My uncle called from an unknown number, so I picked it up. Hearing his voice, I called him 'Uncle'..."

Gods of Transmigration, prepare to eat sweet potatoes of frustration.

"Do you know what he said? He shamelessly asked me to call him 'Daddy'! There's not even a speck of affection between us to at the very least call him 'Father', much less a cute name like 'Daddy'! Ha ha, I was speechless. When I asked about his business, guess what he said? His daughter was taking a leave of absence from school and preparing for her transfer exam, but since she has to go to the academy that is in the same direction of my house, he wants me to let her live with me. Since she's my only 'sister' I have to take good care of her as an 'older sister', what should I do at that point?"

It's not over.

"What else did he say? Oh, right. He was worried that his child would starve because she was studying so hard, so he told me to make sure she eats breakfast before I go to work. Even worse, he said 'You know that she can't eat food without soup, right? Don't spare the beef in the soup, put in a lot to boil well'. After that, all I could feel was anger, so I bought 1kg of Australian beef sirloin that day and grilled it all by myself. It was very tasty."

[System 'Morning Prayer' in progress. Current progress 65%.]

I sucked back the saliva that almost spilled on the thought of chewing beef.

All of a sudden, the posture of putting my hands together was disturbed, and I was resting my chin on the armrest of the worship chair.

"Probably, if I was alive for a little longer, my cousin would have just packed up her shit and stormed into my studio. Oh, that's terrible just to think about. I might be glad that I died before seeing that."

I gradually tried to find a positive side of the story to close the prayer.

"Honestly, I have no regrets about my past life. Is that why the test with the transmigration aptitude test came out high? Well, in any case... It turns out that the transmigration support system is really well done. Hopefully, with the life insurance package, I will be able to live well in this world."

At this point, I blushed slightly.

"...More than anything else, I like having a family. The Alchemist and Frintz from this world really resemble my dad and brother."

I know that no one is listening, but I got shy for nothing. I wiggled my feet on the high worship chair. After a while, I checked the morning prayer progress and found that it was 80%. Looks like we still need to do more.

"But there is one problem!"

I opened my eyes wide.

"Since I'm dead, the deposit for my studio room is going to go to my Uncle! Oh, I'm really mad!"

Until the very end, I only gave good things for the family. Why is someone's life a resource for someone else's exploitation? The world is so unfair.

At that moment.

['The world-building god' tells you to rest assured that the deposit for the studio was used as the down payment for your after-life insurance.]

"Huh?"

I was surprised by the unexpected communication, but another message popped up.

[System 'Morning prayer' has been completed.]

[Quest A Thousand Days of Prayer (1/1,000). The quest can proceed after 22 hours and 15 minutes.]

[System The special reward 'God's answer' is generated by the ' Legendary Saint's Soul ' package and the 'Praying with sincerity and devotion' buff.]

[System Some of the gods belonging to the 'Bureau of Possession' designated by you will respond.]

['The world-building God' responds to your prayers with great interest in you who transmigrated in the S-class world they created.]

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' has confirmed your prayers, but he is busy designing a 100-story tower to put into the Hunter waters. He'll read it for now, but don't expect a reply.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' watches the prayer together from the side, but he is distracted by pointing out that the difficulty balance of each floor of the tower is a mess.]

What's this situation? Are my prayers delivered to that side like a message?

Then this is...

'C-Celestial Genre!'*

It was when I quickly finished grasping the situation that this was going to work like a web novel.

The god who said he was very interested in me informed me of the current state of my relatives.

[The world-building god says, your cousin ended up living alone. She drinks and hangs out every day.]

"Uh, well, she completely lost it after her 4th failure in the exams."

[The world-building god says, your uncle went all-in on the stock of a hair loss treatment company on the recommendation of a junior he knew, but that was a scam, so he lost everything and is now ruined.]

"Ha, he's a very hot-tempered person, so I knew he was going to get seriously burned once."

[The world-building god says, that your Aunt recommended the stocks to those around her as a good investment, after the scheme was discovered the money she took with her was gone, she was accused of fraud.]

"Obviously, they will spend all the money they took, there will be nothing left with them. They are the ones who couldn't change the habit of eating out and shopping with my father's and brother's settlement money...thank you for telling me."

When I heard the news that not only my studio deposit was not passed on to the enemy, I felt at peace when I heard they were steadily humiliating themselves.

With this, the regrets of my previous life sums up to the web novels and webtoons that I haven't read until the end.

When I was looking back on my life, a mysterious message popped up.

['The world-building God' slowly glances at the transmigrator's eyes.]

Huh? Is God looking at me? Why?

['The world-building God' says that he feels responsible for you being dragged into the afterlife without enjoying life]

"Ah."

Yes, I had that problem.

The Gods of the Transmigration Bureau created a national disaster situation in the name of public work, which in turn, made me be forcefully killed and transmigrated.

A complaint should be made against this negligence.

"Right, about that. What the hell happened? Please tell me what's going on."

['The world-building God' created a system to extract the souls of those who are eligible for being transmigrated after their death, but due to a bug, he confesses that not only the dead but also the souls of the living were selected.]

...If I gave my death a reason, would it be a bug?

"But does God make mistakes? Well, something definitely broke."

['The world-building God' winced and protested that it would have been perfect if he had made it himself, but there was a flaw as it was made by a clumsy new god.]

I puffed my cheeks up seeing how this God was trying to cut off his tail to flee.

"Still, you have a responsibility as a superior."

['The world-building God' eyes flash off violent intent, and he mumbles that's right.]

['The world-building God' changes his attitude and calls 'The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' a bastard, saying that if he had done QA* properly, this type of thing would have not happened in the first place. ]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' crouches down to hide its presence.]

"I see, well...anyway, I understand the situation well enough..."

I concluded with a long sigh of disappointment. It is not without a sense of absurdity and anger that the lives of dozens of modern little citizens were blown away.

However, I was not particularly enthusiastic about dealing with God, asking for a return to my previous life.

Wasn't it a lonely, tiring, and harsh life to get in a heated discussion to claim it back?

'Wouldn't I have bowed my head in a deep thank you if this had been a transmigration on a ropan childcare rather than this vexing unlimited regression?'

Even if they are friendly, the opponent is a God.

I already transmigrated in this frustrating novel with an S-class survival difficulty level, there is nothing good about trying to force my hand with a God that is interested in me and end up being hated instead.

I calmed down the remaining resentment like sinking sediments in my heart.

Instead, I nudged a little compensation asking for requirements at a reasonable level.

"Then compensate for the bug... No, could you let me complete the Thousand Days Prayer quest as part of your responsibilities?"

['The world-building God' says that quest has not been approved yet, and even if it is updated in the future, it says that it will cost an astronomical amount of cash.]

The negative answers were expected, but the other parts stuck in my ears.

Apparently, this transmigration support system is also being updated periodically.

['The world-building God' adds to say that originally, the divine power giving in Thousand Days Prayer quest was something which was only barely attainable by praying with utmost sincerity for half a day for nearly 10 years.]

Well, God's attitude is tough. I'll have to ask for another bug compensation.

"Then, after awakening the divine power, can you help me become very strong? I have a desire to become strong enough to be able to face off against the final boss."

['The world-building God' leans his chin and looks at you.]

He seemed to be troubled. Is it that difficult to get that kind of privilege?

['The world-building God' has decided.]

['The world-building God' says that, in order to become strong enough not to be pushed back anywhere, you must designate yourself and pray diligently in the future.]

"Oh, of course, it is. If God has created the world that I transmigrated in, it's just right that I work hard as you say."

['The world-building God' just flashed its eyes whether you had just accepted.]

"Yes."

I thought that God's reaction had suddenly become intense, but gave an insignificant nod.

['The world-building God' is proud that you are its first believer and is happy to say that it cannot be retracted.]

Huh? Is that how the story goes?

Another message popped up amidst my embarrassment.

[System Becomes the 'first believer' of 'The world-building God' and is subject to 'The favorite of The world-building God' and 'Privileged of The world-building God'.]

[System] Spiritual faith in the 'The world-building God' has been created by you on the Serentra Continent]

[Status 'Favorite of The world-building God'. Grace overflows into your vessel, allowing you to use high-level divine skills. Currently, the level of divinity that you can exert is at the cardinal : Applied from the time the divine power is awakened.]

[Status 'Privileged of The world-building God' The Holy power skill you use exerts power above level : This applies only to the ultimate skill, and is applied from the time the divine power is awakened.]

'Wow!'

I felt like I was given a two-year and nine-month deposit as a gift.

But right then.

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' is surprised while working overtime and shouts, what happened? In confusion.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' sneaks out, peeps out, and goes to the head of the judging headquarters next door.]

[When the 'Balance that Judges the Soul' heard the news, he rushed to his feet and shouted that he could not see the head of the development department set up a religious order before him.]

Well, something big seems to have happened, but I don't know what's going on. In any case, it was a good choice not to fight with God.

With a foreboding that there will be more gifts to come in the future, I clasped my hands and shouted.

"Amen, God!"

As soon as I left the chapel, I went to work in the kitchen.

According to the instructions of Chef Peisha, the cooking proficiency increased sharply while preparing breakfast for the picky count's family.

During the time between preparing breakfast and preparing lunch, I took a tea ceremony class with Nelly.

Since my tea-making skills belong to a sub-category of cooking, it was good to see that my skills were already perfect.

So, Ms. Isela said that she would mainly teach me maid's manners and the manners of nobles rather than preparing tea.

As part of that training, I practiced sipping tea gracefully while sitting in a chair. It would have been boring if I had done only that, but an interesting spectacle was unfolding in front of me.

"Nelly, this is already the eighth time you made a mistake in weighing your tea leaves. Just in case, can you read the numbers on the scales? Should I teach numbers first?"

"N-No."

"Then why can't you match it? Ellet is younger than you are and is doing well. Just taking care of your hands does not mean that you can become a maid specializing in tea. This is a servant role too close to the nobles, so if you are not meticulous and smart, you cannot do this. If you keep this up, give up right now."

"...I'm sorry."

Nelly's eyes widened as Isela poured out her savagery in a sullen tone. However, I felt no sympathy. The little girl's face, who glanced at me without the maid knowing, was overflowing with poison.

When I saw her, it was close to an expression of 'I'm going to tell my mom!'

Well, what to do, I'm not scared at all.

After class, it was a repetition of kitchen chores to prepare lunch. After cleaning up, I stayed in the kitchen even after the servants went to rest. It was to make a "sweet fruit dish" with the remaining ingredients under Chef Peisha's permission.

'If I make this, I will definitely level up.'

The food to be made was apple soup.

After thinly slicing the red apple, boil it in white wine and salted water and drizzle with olive oil to complete the soup with a red color and apple flavor.

It was a simple dish, so it was completed in no time. Translucent red soup was served on a white plate.

It was time to find Chef Peisha for test tasting, as this was a hierarchy where it had to start with the seniors first.

The figure of the Alchemist was seen beyond the kitchen threshold.

The Alchemist... No, he can't be called an Alchemist forever.

It seems that my Dad came to see me, but Chef Peisha and Maid Isela caught him.

The conversation was in full swing. When I approached all three of them with the intention of offering a tasting at once, I spontaneously listened to their conversation.

To my surprise, the subject was my future.

"You came just in time, Mr. Rodellaine. Thank you for the good soap. I have something to discuss with you about the Ellet. She has a talent for cooking, so I want to raise her to be a big shot in the future."

"What? But my child is an alchemist prodigy! Speaking of which, the soap was actually made by my daughter. Isn't it amazing? So I thought I'd teach her well..."

"What are you talking about, you two! In order to find a good marriage, she has to serve the nobles closely while serving tea. Leave Ellet to me, as I will somehow push her into a Duchy later."

Well, a Tea Maid recommended to a Duke... If the genre was Ropan, it would have been that route, but it was really disappointing.

'By the way, even Dad?'

As I listened more, it seems that the reason my Dad came here was to persuade me to learn alchemy.

Of course, it was a welcome thing. Since it was a long tutorial period, it was necessary to actively learn anything that could be learned.

Gradually, the conversation between the three of them was over, so I thought I could intervene.

"Chef Peisha, Ms. Isela, Dad. This is a dish I made, have a taste."

"Hmm? Soup made from apples."

"Yes, Chef Peisha."

The three of them took spoons and savored each bite.

Although I'm using the system, I was good at other household chores all my life, and cooking was my turf.

After savoring the soup for a long time, Chef Peisha swallowed a gulp and looked back at Dad in battle mode.

"Did you see, Mr. Rodellaine! Ellet has a talent for cooking!"

"Yes, but my child is an alchemy..."

"Wrong, you two. Ellet made a dessert to accompany the tea. She destined to work on a Duchy."

A heartwarming message appeared while the three of them were chatting.

[System Congratulations! Achieve the skill required to level up and awaken the cooking Lv.3. From now on, you will be able to use the following abilities: 'Discover Food', 'Bake all kinds of meat without burning', 'Bread that makes you happy when you eat', 'Make all kinds of fresh salads', and 'Boil nutritious stews and soups'.]

When I reached level 3, I felt like I could make food in earnest.

It wasn't just that. My apple soup, which received favorable reviews, was decided as a dessert for the Countess that day.

Countess Gillette, Sandra Gillette, was famous for being a difficult boss among the servants.

Sandra was originally a commoner, but she got into the eyes of the Count, and her status was elevated, but in terms of taste and personality, she was as demanding as if she had been a lady of a great aristocratic family from birth.

Her personality was nervous and capricious, she hides a lot of things, and it was not easy for users to please her because she always looked for the highest quality that could meet her standards.

All of the Gillette family members were like that.

A narrow-minded Count who can't stand the mistakes of his subordinates, the Countess who is obsessed with high class and luxury, the Young Master, who is an ignorant man, and the Count's daughter, who is hard to classify, but is a target of avoidance by employees...

In fact, County Gillette wasn't exactly a good place to work.

But today, the demanding and capricious Countess was in a very good mood. She patted her cheek with the back of her hand and smiled sweetly.

'My skin looks good today.'

In the morning, she applied the beauty potion that the alchemist gave her, and her skin was glowing, she felt like she rejuvenated full 5 years.

Until now, I only thought that he was an incompetent man because no matter how much I poured the health potion he made into my son's stomach, it had no effect on his swordsmanship. But looking again, it seems like it was not a lie that he was from the Golden Ivory Tower.

'You could have made this earlier. What have you been doing so far? Humph.'

It was then that the Countess felt a little resentful.

"Mother, should I bring you a hand mirror? You've been paying attention to your face for a while, so you're not paying attention to what I'm saying."

"Ugh! Oh no, Bia! Mother was all ears!"

Even the haughty Countess had a hard time with someone.

It was her ten-year-old daughter, Bianca Gillette.

The young girl, with bluish-black hair, was sitting in front of the Countess, in a dignified position not fit for her age.

"Hm-mm! Where were we, my daughter?"

"We were discussing the survival of the Gillette family."

"Huh?"

"I think it should be accepted that the generations of swords masters in our family were cut off on grandfather's generation. In this state, entrusting the next head of the household to my incompetent and foolish brother would be a shortcut to ruin. What does mother think?"

"..."

The Countess was silent for a moment.

Is this really what should be coming out of the mouth of a ten-year-old child?

'She's my daughter, but she's lovely and scary!'

Bianca was completely different in constitution from the Count and Countess. Neither one of them could make such a cold and rational judgment in this way, they did not know how such a daughter was born.

The Countess, who had been absent-minded, came to her senses before Bianca's severe rebuke returned.

With an awkward laugh, she persuaded her daughter.

"Isn't your brother still twelve years old? Let's wait a little longer."

"Hm."

Frightened by her daughter's blatant dissatisfaction with her answer, the Countess decided to change the subject.

"He, more than that, Bia, I heard you kicked out your playmate again this morning? How many times has it already been... If there's a problem, won't you tell mom?"

"The problem would be that I don't have a child who is at my level."

"Re-Really? Mom is going to pick with more care for the next one."

"Well, I think you'd better get me a book than a friend right now. I've read almost all the books in the library."

"Al-all those?"

"Honestly, there aren't many books in our family library."

"Ah, I got it. I'll tell the butler."

Just then, Isela, the tea attendant, came in with a knock.

"Madam, miss, I brought you a snack."

The refreshments prepared today were sweet fruit tea, white lemon sugar balls, tangy orange jelly, and delicious red apple soup.

"Oh, there's a unique dessert today."

"Seems interesting, Mother."

Mother and daughter picked up the apple soup first as if they had promised. As soon as they took a mouthful, mother and daughter's eyes widened.

"Oh my, a soup with such a noble flavor. It's just my taste."

Isela, who had been smiling from the beginning of the conversion, sneaked a comment.

"This is a dessert made by Rodellaine's daughter. She's good at making refreshments. I will teach her well."

"The Alchemist's daughter? Anyway, I was in a good mood today because the alchemist made me a whitening potion and a moisturizing lotion, but even the daughter did a wonderful job. Tell her to go to the kitchen and get a bunch of snacks."

"Yes, madam."

Bianca, who was always indifferent, pricked her ears and asked.

"A beauty potion?"

"Yes. Until now, I only thought of potions as medicine, but things like lotion can also be made."

The functional effect of the cosmetics was very good. Although the price would be expensive, the only thing left to Count Gillette was money.

Bianca fell deep in her thoughts for a moment.

'Isn't Leonard Rodellaine a knowledgeable alchemist who could only conduct standard research? He suddenly had the idea of making potions for beauty?'

He even differentiates between whitening and moisturizing. No matter how much I thought about it, it could not have been the idea of that Alchemist. So who was it?

At the same time, Isela gave a clue that would solve Bianca's question.

"Mr. Rodellaine distributed high-quality soap to the residents of the mansion. He bragged a lot that it was made by his daughter."

"Isela."

"Yes, lady."

Bianca's red eyes gleamed.

"Where is the Alchemist's daughter now?"

"Hey, Frintz little sister."

As I was picking tomatoes from the greenhouse, I heard a taunting voice. I turned around to see a boy about Frintz's age looking at me with his arms crossed.

With bluish-black hair, luxurious attire, and a grumpy face, I could easily guess his identity.

'The count's crazy fool!'

I greeted him politely, hiding my feelings of having stepped on poop.

"Hehe. Hello, Young Master Romdio."

"Enough with the greetings give me that tomato basket."

"Oh!"

The rascal hands stole the basket from me. Soon after, an opportunity to confirm his lunatic personality unfolded before my eyes.

"Giggle! Eat this!"

The crazy fool started throwing tomatoes at the servants who were passing by.

Puck! Puck! Punk!

Tomatoes burst out with a fresh sound. The apprentice servants who were assaulted while carrying goat's milk screamed.

"Ihihi! Bull's eyes!... Uh, what is it? I've already run out of tomatoes. Damn it. You, what are you doing not picking more?! Go get more tomatoes."

"..."

"Hey, hurry up and get it!"

In my mind, I wanted to mash the tomatoes on his face, but...

"Yes, Young Master!"

I was nothing more than a helpless little apprentice maid who became an accomplice to the all-powerful crazy fool.

I hurried into the greenhouse and picked a full apron of tomatoes. I gave them, one by one according to the throwing speed of the crazy fool. His hand and forearm were getting stronger, and his throwing power and accuracy were increasing.

The excited jerk looked back at me.

"Hey, that's really fun! Why don't you try throwing it..."

It was then.

Squishy!

"...Uh?"

It was the sound of a crushing tomato in the crazy fool's grasp.

"Oh my, what should I do?"

As I fussily covered my mouth with my hand, the rotten, faded tomato mucus dripped down from the hands of the fool.

And in-between, flimsy bugs were revealed. The face of the crazy fool was frozen in thought.

"Ugh, ahhh! what's this! W-worm! It's a bug! Aww!"

Heh, who told you to play with food?

It was quite nice to see him running around, but it seemed like I had to slowly clean the scene.

"Oh my, Young Master! I'm really sorry! I made a mistake because I was picking tomatoes in a hurry! For now, please calm down."

"How can I calm down? You can do that?! Aghh!"

"If you scream while swinging your hands like that, you might get maggots in your mouth!"

"Huck!"

The fool became quiet.

In the meantime, I took off my apron and wiped his hands. Perhaps he really hated seeing the worms, so he closed his eyes tightly and surrendered his hand, it was quite the ridiculous sight.

"Okay, it's done, Young Master. Then shall we play tomato toss again?"

"Oh no!"

"Yes, too bad."

Traumatized by the rotten tomato, the bastard roared away. Just before he turned around, the corners of his eyes seemed to be slightly moist, so it's mostly certain a childhood trauma core memory.

['The world-building God' clicks its tongue and says that he is just like the villain who made readers eat sweet potatoes for a long time in the original work, he wasn't any different be it as an adult or a child.]

I was a little surprised.

"Uh, were you watching, God?"

['The world-building God' shrugs and says that you are its first believer and will look into your affairs whenever time permits.]

It wasn't even just the 'The world-building God'.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' comes to the director for approval and finds you.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' silently observes your actions.]

Isn't this the literal version of the preach, 'God is always with you.' ? It felt like I was one step closer to being a religious person.

I went into the greenhouse.

The empty basket had to be refilled to complete the kitchen errand, but I felt a shadow cast over me as I squatted.

What I saw when I looked up was another unwelcomed person.

"Hey, what did you talk about with the Young Master?"

Nelly, who had been poisoned by what happened yesterday and today, was staring at me as if she was going to eat me.

I stood up with a gruff shake of my skirt.

"What is it, Nelly? Did you come all the way here to quarrel with me?"

"I asked first! What did you talk about with the Young Master! What did you say something, so that the master pretended he didn't see me and just passed by?!"

I don't know why this idiot is obsessed with that jerk, but my answer has been decided.

"I won't tell you."

"Hey! You are really-!"

Nelly, distraught, raised one of her hands. I flinched for a slap, but she grabbed my collar.

['The world-building God' cannot directly intervene in the crisis of its followers, so it can only glare with his fiery eyes.]

In the meantime, Nelly snarled, pushing her face to the point of burden.

"Somehow, I knew from the moment you suddenly said that you were going to learn how to serve tea! Your purpose is also the Young Master, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Don't even dream! Being the ugly girl you are!"

"..."

I guessed why she was making such an absurd remark.

'Does this idiot like that asshole?'

However, the materialistic and combative light in Nelly's eyes was too dark to be understood as words of pure liking.

It was then.

['The world-building God' relaxes its eyes and smiles with anticipation.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' made half-moon-shaped eyes and turned the chair over to see better.]

Huh? All of a sudden?

Perhaps the reaction of the gods, who were watching from an omniscient point of view, was somewhat interesting.

Something was caught in my eyes, just as I was looking over Nelly's shoulder.

'Oh, indeed.'

It was understood why the two gods laughed.

"Hey, why aren't you answering? What are you laughing about?"

"Oh, sorry, Nelly. So, what you want to say is, do you want me not to disturb you because your purpose is to seduce the Young Master?"

"Yes! You are an idiot, but you finally understood something of what I said."

At that moment, the feet of the two people approaching this way stopped. I pretended not to know and continued my conversation with Nelly.

"But Nelly, wouldn't that be a bit difficult? Young Master is a nobleman, and we are commoners."

"Hey, what does that matter! The current madam was also a commoner, so there's a way for me to become the next countess, right?"

A small sigh was heard from somewhere, but it was still a bit lacking. I scratched the muzzle of the wicked once again for the last time.

"Oh, does that make sense? Who said that? You?"

"My mother did, why!"

Nelly's triumphant and roaring voice reverberated throughout the greenhouse garden.

All right. This is enough.

Seeing me smiling, Nelly flinched.

"What? Why are you laughing so sneakily?"

"Look behind you."

"Hick! Ma-Ma-Madam! Yo-Yo-Young Lady!"

Behind her was the Countess, who was exuding violent energy like a demoness, and her expressionless daughter who came holding her hand.

A bleak voice was heard.

"Ah, yes... the Countess position seemed to be an easy place...? Because I was a commoner...?"

"Ma-Ma-Madam, that's not what I meant...!"

"Well, yes...children at that age can say very immature things... But... it was your mother who taught you that, right...?"

"Oh, that's...!"

Realizing that there was no way out, Nelly trembled in trance.

The Countess shouted loud enough for a blood vein to jump from her neck.

"Both can pack up and get out of this County right now!"

Nelly flopped down on her seat in her raging roar.

"Ma-Madam... huh, huh! Whuaaa!"

"You are all grown up it's not even a cute cry! Butler!"

Eventually, she called the butler and pulled Nelly out. Judging by her stubborn attitude, it seemed unlikely that the Countess would overturn her order of expulsion.

With this, the maid mother and daughter pair were neatly settled at once. I'm proud of myself.

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' sees you who easily defeated the rookie villain and admits that you deserve the S-class rank.]

No, really. I don't want that rank, but I have to somehow survive in this world now, right?

The Countess and her daughter had not yet left the greenhouse.

It was a time when I was contemplating whether to hand over some consolation tomatoes to the Countess, who was still furious.

The Countess's daughter... named Bianca Gillette, said with a look and voice that this was an indifference happening to her.

"Ignore them and consider it in a good light, mother."

"Huff, Bia. I don't know if this mother has something good to think about this."

"That maid has been a person who has had many problems with hiring irregularities and embezzlement. She got kicked out this time, so it's a good thing for our house."

"Oh, was the mother of the girl I just kicked out a maid?"

"...I guess you didn't seem to know. She was a maid of honor, so it was hard to handle her at once, but I never knew we would have such a good excuse to organize it."

Bianca glanced sideways at me as she finished speaking. I pretended not to know and hugged the tomato basket.

"Okay then, Madam, Miss. I will go back to the kitchen."

"Yes, go on."

"No, wait."

The Countess and Bianca were at odds.

"Why are you like this, Bia?"

"I have something to tell you about the treatment of that child, Ellet Rodellaine."

Huh? I didn't do anything wrong, why?

The Countess tilted her head to see if she was of the same opinion as me.

Then Bianca came closer to me and smiled.

I was momentarily startled by the look on her face, which had been completely indifferent until a moment ago. It was an unexpected look for the always cool-headed Young Lady of the Count.

And a shocking remark echoed in my ear.

"I want this kid to be my playmate."

The Count's Young Lady playmate. According to the stories that went from mouth to mouth of the workers, it was an extreme job.

Bianca Gillette had a quiet disposition, neither being particularly picky, nor harming others.

However, due to her indifferent expression and cold attitude, they were not able to understand her insides, and Bianca was known as a scary and difficult Miss to serve.

In front of Bianca, the Count and his wife were often embarrassed, and even the foolish crazy young master was sneakily avoiding her.

Up to now, several girls from noble acquaintances had been mobilized as Bianca's playmates, but after three days they all ran away crying. It is said that when Bianca sent them off, the playmate fled, horrified by her face, it was a reaction akin to seeing a ghost.

No one knew what the hell was going on in the 10-year-old Young Lady's room.

But I'm going to have to check it out myself.

From the afternoon of the next day, instead of being exempted from kitchen work, I was given the task of being Bianca's playmate.

'Wow, behind this lies the hidden power of the Count.'

I took a deep breath in front of the beautifully embossed wooden arch door. For a second, it felt like entering a dungeon.

I asked for permission and opened the door.

"Are you here, Miss Ellet?"

Bianca, who was reading a book alone, greeted me first. She had no expression and her voice was cold.

"Hello, miss."

"Yes."

Having said hello, now it's time to start working. What will a 10-year-old noble girl in a medieval fantasy world do and play?

I hesitated because I didn't know, but fortunately, Bianca spoke up first.

"You can read a book."

She beckoned to the books piled up on the table, like asking me to pick something up.

Can I just read a book?

As I put on an anguished expression on my face, Bianca asked with a look of disappointment.

"Do you not know how to read?"

"No. I know."

With the help of the transmigrator's support system, I was able to speak the official language perfectly.

Bianca was convinced that it would be because I had an intellectual as my father.

I looked at the title of the book in earnest. The books covered various fields such as literature, history, society, politics, business, and theology.

'Isn't the level too high for a 10-year-old to read?'

Maybe this is the secret that drove all her playmates away?

With suspicion, I glanced at the book Bianca was reading.

Well... Seeing that the title was 'Prospects of high value-added business using new dungeon materials', it didn't seem like she was trying to harass me.

I chose literature. I was also a fan of web novels in my previous life, and the title ' That one time, I, the hero, seduced the Demon King' was a bit interesting.

"Go to the couch and read. You can just lay back and keep reading."

"Wow, thank you very much."

Since I was not a nobleman anyway, I quickly accepted Bianca's consideration. I laid down on my stomach like I often did on my bed and opened a book.

It was about thirty minutes after I started to turn the pages. I felt a problem.

"Hm. Well, I'm sorry to disturb you while you read, miss."

"Why?"

"May I change the book?"

"Yes."

Contrary to her cold answer, I felt the gaze of careful observation clinging to my cheek. This time I picked up the top representative in theological books, the Bible.

Bianca asked.

"Bible? Why did you choose it?"

"I don't think I can understand literature without understanding the Bible."

Religious culture provides the material basis for art.

How many works of art, music, and literature have been created on the basis of religion and have penetrated the public consciousness.

This was the case even in my previous life, where the controversy over the existence of God was acute. Not to mention, the Serentra continent has a setting in which the divine power, the proof of God, exists.

The influence of religious culture on the world was bound to be much greater than in my previous life.

For that reason, I put aside literature for a while and picked up the Bible.

It seems to be a mixture of the major religions of my past life, but I thought I should know it properly.

Then I saw Bianca with a slightly blank face.

"It's hard to figure out what you need to learn on your own..."

"Miss?"

"Oh, nothing."

Bianca mumbled to herself and buried her face in the book.

"...So it's already been four days and I'm still reading books. I don't do anything other than lie down and read a book. I don't know if it's okay to continue like this."

[System 'Morning Prayer' in progress. Current progress 65%.]

"Oh, by the way, Nelly and the maid left the Count yesterday. The reason for the delay by a few days was that the corruption and embezzlement she made in the manor in the past has been revealed. The butler and doctors involved were also replaced altogether. It would be difficult for these people to find a new job. Instead of getting a letter of recommendation, rumors will spread around the aristocratic families, so it should be seen as a departure from the industry."

The progress rate steadily rose even while telling on this or other crimes the maid committed. Then I thought of something to say, and turned the topic.

"Coming back to the story of playmates... To be honest, it's not bad to just keep reading books. Because I can know about this world. Besides, books are the property of nobles, so I should read them carefully when I have the opportunity to read them. So, to say the least, the function of the integrated library was a bit disappointing. Only the books I read or bought during my lifetime are saved, can't you make it so that the books I read after transmigrating are also saved?"

God's answer was heard.

['The world-building God' replies that they will seriously consider the update.]

['The world-building God' throws new jobs to the new gods.]

"Wow, thank you."

As soon as I said my thanks, a system message popped up.

[System 'The morning prayer' has been completed.]

[Quest A Thousand Days of Dawn Prayer (5/1,000). The quest can proceed after 22 hours 36 minutes.]

Today's homework is over. Now I had to clean up and get ready to go to work.

I've been really busy these days. Healer job change quest, cooking level up, alchemy level up, tea serving study and finally reading club with the Count's Young Lady.

I think I'm living a really hard life.

Today, I finished my daily routine until lunch and went to Bianca's room.

"Come on, Miss Ellet. What book would you like to read today?"

"Today, too?"

I didn't have any complaints, but I did ask once.

I heard that her former playmates always ran away on the third day, but I'm already on the fourth day.

"...Are you tired of books?"

"Hmm, how about you, Miss?"

"..."

"..."

Bianca rolled her rabbit-like red eyes to the side.

It was a little strange to see the Count's Young Lady, who was firmly assertive in her opinions, worriedly looking into the air.

Bianca was the one who seemed to do another thing other than reading.

"Shall we do something else?"

"Then...would you like to play dolls with me?"

"Playing with dolls? That would be great."

I sincerely nodded my head with enthusiasm.

The memories of playing dolls with my older brother when we were young came to mind.

It was a space-themed doll play in which a doll and a robot appeared together, it was a theme made to compromise both our tastes.

I miss it even thinking about it again.

Bianca seemed happy with my ambitious appearance. For some reason, the child who was always indifferent was slightly blushing and her eyes were shining.

Then she went directly to the next room without asking me to do so and brought the dolls into the basket.

"Wow!"

Indeed, the Count Young Lady class was different. What was in the basket were four pretty elaborate jointed dolls and various delicate props. Just looking at it made me excited.

The doll consisted of three female and one male. Bianca picked the two female dolls first.

"I'll play the terrifying Duchess and the loyal maidservant."

Then she gave me the other male doll and one female doll and assigned me a role.

"You play the cheating Duke and a young, hopeless mistress."

Huh? The setting is kind of...

"Let's get started,"

Bianca lifted the Duchess doll.

A stern shout rang out.

"I have finally found the foxy girl who played with my husband! I'm going to get what I'm owned today, so take her to the basement torture chamber right now!"

... The genre of doll play was strange.

Bianca didn't really hate having friends. No, she really wanted to make friends.

You can read a book alone, but playing with a doll is no fun alone.

Bianca's criteria for choosing friends were very generous compared to those of her brother.

'Personality, intelligence, and taste. I only look at those three.'

Despite her low threshold, none of her peers met the criteria. Bianca was already ten years old. At this rate, her precious childhood would pass without a single memory of playing with dolls.

Even though she eventually gave up the personality and intelligence criteria, it was no use.

Then, like fate, the presence of Ellet Rodellaine stood out.

Bianca knew everything about the Count's servants. Of course, she also knew about the daughter of a major human resource like The Alchemist.

She was amazed when a child she had previously thought was just an ordinary girl suddenly came into her sight.

Bianca was surprisingly an activist. As soon as she was interested, she immediately went to see Ellet with the Countess.

And Ellet's personality that she saw in the garden exceeded her expectations.

'You're sending the maid mother-daughter pair away at once.'

The smirk on her innocent and harmless face did not deceive Bianca's eyes.

Bianca, who knew at a glance the extraordinariness of Ellet, felt a great interest in other people for the first time in a long time.

After she confirmed her personality, the next one was about intelligence.

On the first day that Ellet came as her playmate, Bianca choose easy and fun books in her own way, considering that Ellet was a commoner. She was a little disappointed when Ellet passed by the classic purist literature, praised for its excellent writing skills, and picked a narrative.

But the next book that Ellet picked up was the Bible.

When asked why she chose it, the answer received was truly shocking.

―I don't think I can understand literature without understanding the Bible.

The Bible, the realm of faith, is only treated as knowledge, and attention is paid to it by necessity.

Bianca was momentarily but deeply excited by Ellet's indifferent and intellectual behavior.

'If it's this kind of person...'

Even though she had already been disappointed several times, expectations arose.

However, the last criterion, taste, was something that no one had ever passed. Perhaps her taste was so strange that it made all her playmates leave the room crying after three days.

They were even terrified when she tried to say goodbye, it was lonely and disappointing.

To be honest, Bianca was deeply hurt.

She also didn't seem to be able to make friends with such children no matter how low she set her standards.

Friends should be able to embrace each other's tastes.

Ellet Rodellaine was a ray of light, and she was afraid she might end up like her former playmates. But, on the fourth day, she made up her mind and took out her dolls.

And Ellet did not disappoint Bianca.

"Ah! It's unfair, Madam! It was the Duke who just came up to the capital and seduced the innocent me who knew nothing! Rather, I was the victim of a marriage fraud scam! And above all, there is nothing between me and the Duke. There was no deed, for the Duke was not standing!"

"Wi-Wife, look at that. It's limpy, so it can't work. I can't do anything even if I want to, so put down your whip and loosen the rope. Cries!"

Holding a mistress doll in her left hand and the Duke's doll in her right hand, Ellet performed with passion.

Bianca's face, watching the play in front of her, was a little dazed.

Then her mistress doll knelt in front of the Duchess doll.

"Madam! I repent of my sins and want to serve the Madam for the rest of my life. As proof of my loyalty, I want to torture the Duke myself!"

In the end, she leads the doll play to a climax by showing off her knowledge of various torture tools that she has never heard of in her life. With such a rich setting and a description that stimulates the imagination, Bianca could not help but admire it.

Before she knew it, the real-like and lively scream of the Duke ceased.

"Phew. The Duke has fainted. Madam, do you like it?"

"..."

"Madam?"

The dolls fell from Bianca's hands.

It was at that moment when Ellet, who was engrossed in her passionate performance, was slightly embarrassed and tried to look at Bianca.

Bianca grabbed Ellet's hand and pressed her face closer.

Her red eyes shone like a rabbit. It was the first time in her life that she had so much fun playing with dolls.

"Can I call you Eli?"

"What?"

"Well, Eli. You call me Bia, too. It's okay to speak informally when there's only the two of us."

It was truly an extraordinary privilege. Bianca continued, while Ellet was puzzled.

"And you know what? Can you tell me more about those torture tools you said earlier...?

At the shy request, Ellet nodded her head.

She thought it would be good to read through 'The History of Medieval Torture' in the integrated library.

"Ah, yes. Miss."

"Call me Bia, okay?"

In this way, Ellet became friends with the Count's hidden power.

Chapter 4. What Happens When You Are Favored by God and Has Privileges

The closer I got to Bianca, the more I had a question.

"If this continues, the Gillete family will not be able to produce a second-generation Aura Master, which is a shame because of our reputation as master swordsmen. There is only one way to save the family that is still in decline. I have to become the head of the household and bring in a skilled knight as a son-in-law."

"Wow. That's a wise thing to say, miss."

"Name, informal speech."

"Yes, Bia. It's a perfect plan."

"Eli, I knew you would think like that."

Why did the Gillete family become like that in the original when there was such a smart young lady to save it?

And it wasn't long before I found out why.

[System You have entered an A-level dungeon 'The Cemetery buried under Count Gillette'.]

Because Bianca Gillette was doomed to die with Ellet Rodellaine!