The Obedient Saint Was Made a Scapegoat, so She Decided To Be Reborn as a Villainess
“Good, you’re all better now.”
“Yeah, thanks to you. What are you doing now? Cleaning the warehouse?”
“Yes, it’s been unused for a long time and it was messy.”
“If it’s okay with you, can I help too? I want to do something to thank you.”
He said with determination. Although his offer was appreciated, I hesitated if it was okay to let someone else help.
“. . .Is it a bother?”
As I hesitated to answer, he looked a little disappointed. He was much taller than me and usually went to battlefields as a knight, but his timid gesture seemed a little funny.
I decided to accept his kindness.
“Okay, please. Can you take that box outside?”
As I asked him, he immediately regained his energy and carried the heavy load outside with ease, which I had struggled to move alone.
“Thank you. It would have taken me a long time to do it alone, so I appreciate your help.”
“It’s no problem. But did you carry all these things and clean the warehouse alone? It would be better if there were more people in the church.”
He said seriously.
It’s not like there is a shortage of people. The Plumes in the church are probably gathering in the break room or terrace by factions and chatting even now.
I was just assigned this chore because it was inconvenient for others.
“I often come near the church. If you need any help, feel free to call me anytime.”
As I was lost in thought, he said that with a smile.
I had not had the opportunity to rely on anyone for a long time, and the idea of asking for help from someone had disappeared from my mind. His words seemed strange to me.
“But, aren’t you busy with your knight duties? I’m sorry to ask you to help with the church work.”
“Not at all. I’m always indebted to the church, so I’ll help anytime.”
He continued, “I want to help you. If you need any assistance, please let me know.”
I felt warmth in my chest.
No one had ever said such words to me since I came to the church, or even before when I lived in the orphanage.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Roland Charette. And you?”
When I said that, Roland-sama smiled and said, “Nice to meet you, Anna.”
Thanks to Roland-sama’s help, the warehouse cleaning that day ended much earlier than planned. After listening to my story about the church, Roland-sama waved goodbye with a smile and left.
As I watched Roland-sama’s back disappear, I remembered the feeling of loneliness that I had forgotten for a long time — the feeling of someone leaving and feeling lonely afterwards. It was a strange feeling because I had just been having fun until then.
Even though I couldn’t see Roland-sama anymore, I couldn’t take my eyes off the direction he went. However, after a while, I came to my senses and shook my head in a panic.
(No, no. I’m an orphan and I have to live alone from now on. I can’t rely on others just because they were kind to me.)
I told myself that, but Roland-sama’s smile wouldn’t leave my mind.
I couldn’t get rid of the thought of wanting to see him again, even though we had just parted ways.