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I was suddenly kicked out of the orphanage, and after a tearful farewell to Zeke, Cream, and the children, I lay down in a quiet field.

The scenery is amazing.

I didn’t think that we would have become friends just by helping with housework, buying food, or giving money.

But I didn’t expect to be kicked out like this.

I believed that she was smart and would make profitable decisions, and I was a brat who could make money just by existing.

‘There’s no way you’re kicking me out like this. ‘What a woman who loves money.’

Over the past week, I have been spending money and time observing nuns.

And the four pieces of information discovered are as follows.

1. Nuns are very sensitive to money.

“You write a household account book every day. That’s amazing.”

“Hehe. Money is the second most important thing after my life. I can’t waste a single penny. Just like clothes getting wet in a light rain, everything that goes out is money.”

“Can I survive a month with this much money?”

“There is a way. First, oatmeal, which is good for your health but is extremely cheap.”

To put it in reality, I clicked my tongue as I looked at the notebook filled with notes written down to the nearest 10 won.

2. Weak against children.

The nun is a miser who can find the money she needs to save like a ghost, but surprisingly, she showed herself to be infinitely generous only to the children.

The difference in food quantity and quality proved it. The children’s diet was made with good ingredients, taking into account nutrients, but their rice bowls contained only porridge or soup.

“Customer, what is this…?”

“Well, it’s nothing special, I made it once. I think it was just a taste test before giving it to the kids.”

“Wow… no, it tastes amazing… Cream will like this part, and Zeke will like this part…”

“Is it that delicious?”

“This is a bit touching. I really fell in love with her and almost proposed to her. I like cats.”

“….cat?”

She was a woman who thoroughly applied the principles of a miser to herself, to the point where I, who was worse off, had to feed her several times.

That’s not all.

It is often said that parenting is a war.

She fought against 15 children every day and won.

There were times when he complained that it was too hard, but even that was not said in front of the children.

‘What on earth is this woman doing?’

At first, I thought all of this was just acting. In [Pro Seven], she was portrayed only as a criminal who set a fire at an orphanage and paid the price.

There was no story at all before that.

‘But… they really liked the nun. ‘Sometimes they follow me and call me ‘Mama’.’

I can confidently say that there were no signs of abuse or any signs of the children being afraid of the nuns. The Baroness I have observed so far is a nun with a strong professional spirit.

3. She has a pretty face. Light pink hair is beautiful.

I don’t think this is really helpful information.

4. In the end, we don’t know what she really is.

It is said that it is impossible to know whether the villain who laughed maniacally after being slapped by a crying Jenna was the true nature of a nun, or whether the true image of a benevolent religious person who loved children was real.

“…There was a faint but clear reaction to the piano sound at the end.”

This is a song I threw together just in case, at a time when I couldn’t figure out the truth about the nun.

That song was played when a nun was burned at the stake.

“The fact that they ordered guests to celebrate right after that song was played means that there is some secret there..”

I don’t think it was a sudden change of heart. When the nun was whining alone, I helped her with housework, gave her money, and read books to the children. Honestly, I did everything I could to build trust.

“Are you planning on setting a fire and running away tonight?”

No matter how much I thought about it, that was the conclusion. Otherwise, there would be no reason to kick me out like this.

But… why are you trying to start a fire? Or, was it really she who started the fire in the first place?

Her face smiling brightly at the children, and the face of the nun who was dragged to the stake as the real culprit of the orphanage fire.

All that remains is my judgment.

If you can’t solve a problem even if you think about it on your own, it’s not a bad idea to rely on someone else. I immediately moved to find Jenna.

“Hmm… So it’s not about me, it’s about my friend. There’s a girl who’s worried about my friend?”

“It’s not that I’m particularly worried, but it would be more accurate to say that he’s someone I care about.”

“But you don’t have any senior friends.”

“……It’s not?”

“No, it’s not a joke. Then who is your friend? Who?”

Jenna frowned as if she was genuinely annoyed. Is he in a rebellious phase these days? Why are there so many things that make me angry?

“Hmm… You want to know that person’s true feelings?”

“okay.”

After barely persuading the excited Jenna, I waited for her answer.

Even dog poop can be used in medicine sometimes.

“I’m serious…”

Twisting her red hair, she thought and thought.

Finally, after about 5 minutes, Jenna smiled and spoke.

“How do I know that?”

“…I guess that’s true.”

It was definitely a statement that was close to the truth, but I couldn’t help but feel weak. Maybe I expected it unconsciously.

Because it’s Raonzena.

“Then I’ll just leave. Study hard.”

“I obviously don’t know anything about her.”

Stand tall.

After saying hello, I was about to go back to the daycare center when she grabbed my sleeve.

“If you don’t know what is sincerity, I think what you see and feel will be sincerity to you.”

“…It’s what I saw and felt.”

“For example, if you see someone putting their arm into a wolf’s jaw on your second meeting, you will immediately feel, ‘Oh, this person is crazy!’ “I do.”

“When you see someone stealing a cream bun when you first meet them, you probably think, ‘This guy isn’t normal.’”

Jenna and I looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then she burst out laughing.

“Ahhhh..! The main character of my life is me. If I am the main character, I think it is true that I judge other people’s true feelings.”

“is it.”

In the end, my judgment is based on my experience.

To me, is the nun a vicious woman who plans a crime to kill children?

no.

She is a miser who asks for money and is an annoying woman who slanders customers after every word she says. Nevertheless, I

I can’t believe she’s a villain.

An extremely subjective judgment that relies simply on feelings rather than rational judgment.

Sometimes that might work better.

I naturally stroked her head. Usually people don’t like to be petted, but Jenna is an exception because she is closer to a dog than a person.

“Hehe. It’s cold and it feels good..”

“Congratulations, Jenna. I decided to trust you and not me this time.”

“Oooh. So who is that woman? Is she someone I know? Is she Senior Fur? Or…”

The game never once confirmed that she was the culprit.

Of course, that doesn’t guarantee she won’t start a fire.

If everything is uncertain, I will trust my protagonist.

I turned around again.

“Senior! Where are you going?!”

“I’m going to check.”

Are my beliefs true?

.

The nun stared at the piano with a bitter expression.

I had no idea why the man knew this song.

“Mama.. Isn’t your brother coming anymore?”

“But the story isn’t over yet… aren’t you coming at all?”

“Hey…”

The children were sobbing as they had suddenly become attached to the man.

Breakups are always difficult, but especially at this age, it felt several times more difficult.

The nun frowned slightly and continued speaking.

“But you still have a mom, right?”

Did you say Dyers?

He was a very strange man. In her 22-year-old life, there are countless times.

Even though there was a huge academy called Beatus not far away, no one paid attention to Ruth’s orphanage here.

The environment was so difficult that only one nun could take care of everything and barely survive.

‘Honestly, I felt very comfortable because of him.’

This is a person who willingly gives money to an orphanage that no one cares about.

This is a person who helped with household chores that no one else cared about.

He is the person who protected the children that no one cared about.

No one, no one. There was no one who cared as much as that person.

No matter what kind of plan he had, that kind of person would be rare.

“I was good at everything, including laundry, cooking, and cleaning.”

Distrust of humans. I thought it was probably the word that best described her.

The song the man played in front of his eyes was a self-composed song written by his teacher.

The monk died right before the nun’s eyes.

After that, she started obsessing over money. The only thing that can protect her, who has nothing, is money. The reason is trivial and obvious.

She believed that God existed, but she knew that God could not be on her side.

The nun was alone.

That’s why I hated that guy.

Because they arbitrarily take away and destroy tasks that they can easily do on their own. Because he is a person who never gets territorial when he is given ridiculous amounts of money every time.

He was no longer a weak person. He’s not the kind of guy who would fall for the devil’s whispers.

Relying on others is a stupid thing to do.

After gathering herself, the nun got up again and started preparing dinner.

The children, who had been whining for a while, soon quieted down. Everything was perfect.

Until the door shattered.

The nun turned her head and looked at the criminal who broke the door.

I see a face like a nightmare.

“cream..!”

“Mom! Run away!!

“Did you kill the bishop and live in a place like this?”

“……Let the kids go.”

The nun immediately took out an emergency mace and made a grim expression.

“As for the fake saint. She’s always been arrogant. Do you remember me? Or… have you forgotten?”

There was no way I could forget it.

“Ravel, the heretic interrogator of the Holy Kingdom. I will punish the fake saint.”

With those words, a fire broke out.