The Obedient Saint Was Made a Scapegoat, so She Decided To Be Reborn as a Villainess
Chapter 13
Since infiltrating the church, I have been behaving as I please.
First, the room that was prepared for me was too small, so I complained that they were going to make the Marquis’ daughter live here and had them change it to a larger room. As a result of my tantrum, I ended up living in a room larger than the bishop’s.
However, although the room was spacious, it was old and uncomfortable, so I ordered the Plumes to clean and redecorate it.
Since Rose could provide as much money as needed to buy furniture, I was able to decorate the room as I pleased. It was strange to see the Plumes who had bullied me until now obediently following my words.
Next, I prepared many dresses.
While working at the church, it was customary to wear a uniform, but looking at the cramped black dress reminded me of my time as Anna and made me feel depressed. So I asked the bishop for a special exception to be able to wear whatever clothes I wanted.
It was fun buying dresses until my closet was full.
I didn’t take my work seriously at all. When I got tired of it, I took a break and went wherever I wanted. For someone who had spent most of her seventeen years in an orphanage and church, going anywhere was fresh and exciting.
Despite behaving as I pleased, neither the Plumes nor the bishop ever complained. On the contrary, on days when I didn’t slack off, they were grateful to be able to work like this for the Marquis’ daughter.
It’s unfair that Anna worked ten times harder than Roseline, I think.
As Rose said during the contract, my magical power has dramatically increased.
For example, healing wounds. I can now heal even the worst wounds that would have taken plenty of time and prayer to heal before, with just a single thought, leaving no scars.
The other day, I healed a young lady who had been bedridden due to illness to the point where she could run again, and her parents were so grateful that they knelt before me.
With this power, I might be able to make everyone in the capital healthy.
However, I have decided to stop working hard like before.
I used to give healing magic and blessings equally to anyone who came to the church, but I stopped doing that.
I looked at the list of powerful people I had researched before coming here and decided to limit my magic to them. I left all responses to those without power to the Plumes.
I have become a calculating person who actively visits nobles and wealthy merchants even if they don’t call me.
Thanks to this, I became very popular with the powerful people in a matter of weeks and was invited to their mansions and parties on weekends.
“You look like you’re having fun, Roseline!”
As I choose a dress to wear for the weekend party in my room, Rose sitting on the vanity happily calls out to me.
“Yes. I was invited to a soirée by the head of the Ambel Marquis family. When I saw him while shopping the other day, he looked unwell, so I used healing magic on him, and he became quite fond of me. He said he wants to introduce me to his son.”
“Unlike the fake Marquis Ferrier family, this is a real Marquis family! Amazing!”
“I know, right? I plan to be very friendly. Will Rose come with me?”
“Of course.”
As Rose and I laughed and talked, a blue-haired fairy flew in as if interrupting us.
“Roseline-sama! Can I come too?”
“Of course. Let’s go together, Luca.”
Luca is the name of the spirit that I took from the bishop the other day.
Perhaps because it had been trapped for fifty years, at first, Luca ignored everything I said. But every day, I petted him with my fingers and said how cute he was, and fed him candy that he liked, and now he has become very attached to me.
Luca, who was allowed to accompany us, was delighted with sparkling eyes.
“Luca doesn’t have to come. I can protect Roseline alone.”
“Hmph. I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“You’re so cheeky! Even though you’re a newcomer! Roseline, can I strangle him with a flower stem?”
“No, of course not. You two shouldn’t fight.”
When I scolded them, both of them grumbled. The two spirits didn’t seem to get along well.
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