is not just talk.

Of course, attributing everything to luck is also not advisable.

After all, many things that happen in this world are not accidental, but the inevitable outcome of what you, I, and he have done.

For example, the reason why the accompanying officials and nobles this time could complement each other was actually because as soon as they heard Elia was participating, they immediately implemented internal adjustments of “departmental quota restrictions” and “competitive participation.”

As a result, every person who ultimately stood out was someone with a certain say or ample financial resources within their respective department.

Working together, let alone merely reorganizing a slum area, building a Saintess Palace nearby that was no less magnificent than the Royal Palace would not be a fantasy.

You ask about the guards who lacked power and financial resources?

They naturally weren’t idle either. Under the leadership of various Saintess-fan officers, they began to help clean the orphanage or perform simple repairs.

Charlie even surprised everyone by skillfully sewing dolls.

And while these people were excitedly discussing grand future plans or busily volunteering for the orphanage, the object of their efforts to please had quietly slipped away.

‘Finally, an opportunity… Ugh… My stomach and throat are full of sand… This is too much! You bastards, I hope you choke on plain water!’

Elia cursed others inwardly as she calmly walked towards the restroom, preparing to cast magic for a thorough gastrointestinal cleansing.

But she hadn’t walked far before she saw the little boy who had made eye contact with her earlier running towards her.

‘N-no way… Again? Could it be that I acted too well just now, making you think your craftsmanship is excellent? No, please, not again, I’ll really throw up this time!’

At the thought of the “delicious” food from earlier, Elia’s mental chibi’s face immediately turned green.

‘What should I do, what should I do… Casting magic in front of a child shouldn’t be discovered, right?’

This was her overthinking.

The little boy wasn’t carrying any food. Seeing her stop and smile kindly at him, the little boy couldn’t hold back any longer. He lowered his head deeply and said with immense guilt:

‘Saintess big sister, I’m sorry! To make you taste something so awful.’

Paper cannot cover fire.

As the remaining snacks were withdrawn to the kitchen, the little boy, realizing that Elia had only forced herself to eat the food to avoid making him sad and disappointed, immediately rushed to apologize.

‘Since you understand your foolishness… Ugh… then hurry up and get lost!’

Elia roared inwardly.

But unlike the situation with the little girl, she couldn’t just casually find an excuse to cast magic.

Because observing the little boy’s reaction, Elia could almost certainly conclude that he also contributed to those snacks… Although his craftsmanship was terribly poor, what little brats loved most was to be praised and to be ignorant of their own limitations.

Perhaps he even fantasized about becoming a court chef or a biochemist when he grew up.

If she were to cleanse what she had eaten in front of him, it would definitely crush the little boy’s self-esteem and confidence.

If word got out that she, a dignified super invincible beautiful girl Saintess, couldn’t even protect a child’s dream, then she would lose face spectacularly.

Besides… it’s one thing for this kid to apologize, but why does he look like he’s about to burst into tears?

She was the one who should be crying, alright!

‘That’s not true.’

Elia once again deployed her child-specific tactic of squatting down—what children hated most was adults being condescending and treating them like children. By making eye contact with the child, or even lowering herself to be below them, she could naturally win their favor.

‘There were indeed foreign objects inside, but the snack itself was excellent.’ Taking out a handkerchief, Elia gently wiped away a trace of tears welling up in the little boy’s eyes, and smiled. ‘Trust me, you will definitely become an excellent chef in the future.’

Talking nonsense without paying taxes, Elia spun a huge lie without batting an eyelid.

But just as she expected, what the little boy wanted was validation. Upon hearing this, he quickly sniffled, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and forced out a moved smile.

‘I will try my best not to disappoint you, Saintess big sister.’

There were no expectations at all. By the way, what you should be doing now is getting out of the way, thank you.

Although the little boy didn’t hear these thoughts that could shatter his illusions, he also consciously felt that he couldn’t continue to hinder this kind and beautiful Saintess big sister, and immediately stepped aside.

But fate seemed to decree that Elia’s path to saving her stomach would not be smooth.

Just as the little boy retreated half a step, a middle-aged man in a chef’s uniform rushed over, and quickly performed a magnificent full prostration, kowtowing three times and bowing nine times, between her and the path to the restroom.

‘My deepest apologies, Your Highness Elia! Everything is my fault, and it has nothing to do with the children! Viscount Jorrit is also entirely blameless! It is all me, I deserve to die a thousand deaths!’

Considering not to waste Jorrit’s good intentions, and that the matter had largely concluded, and the chef himself wasn’t a bad person… Luke used his ability to guide the children not to think about blaming the chef, but to focus on praising Elia and being happy about the orphanage’s salvation.

However, the less people blamed, and the more they praised Elia’s great achievements, the more guilty the chef felt.

He soon, like his own apprentice, couldn’t bear it and ran over to beg Elia for forgiveness.

‘These guys are too much! If apologies worked, what would we need guards for… Ugh… Stop talking, let me pass! You bastards!’

While her mental chibi was vomiting and convulsing all over, Elia herself bent down to help the weeping chef up.

The reason was still the same: if people knew she had made a humble chef cry, someone would definitely think her wisdom and benevolence were an act, thereby questioning her Saintess qualifications… To preserve her current life, she went all out.

Ten minutes passed in a flash. After finally appeasing the chef, making him promise to work diligently and carefully teach the little boy in the future, Elia finally successfully entered the restroom she had been dreaming of.

‘Phew, much better… By the way, what did that bastard say just now? Those foods were intentional? To disgust us nobles? You son of a b*tch!’

After casting magic to make herself feel refreshed, Elia finally began to curse loudly in her mind. After she was tired of cursing, she regretted having promised not to blame the other party.

But if it were just like this, it would actually be fine.

However, just as Elia returned to the orphanage hall, she saw Luke.

Then she remembered: when the little girl splashed hot water on her, this guy was just watching.

When she ate that disgusting food, this guy didn’t eat it either.

Tracing it back, this bastard was also the one who told everyone not to pursue accountability.

‘Why am I so unlucky, yet he’s completely fine!’

People worry not about scarcity, but about unequal distribution… The more Elia thought about it, the angrier she became, deciding to use her ultimate move to deal with this bastard Hero.

No, that’s not right.

Not just the bastard Hero, but everyone who had disrespected her these past few days would suffer misfortune!

‘Huh?’

Luke couldn’t help but be stunned.

Through mind-reading, he knew that a certain person wasn’t just talking this time.

But the problem was that the method the other party intended to employ was one he had never anticipated…