The Slums’ Worth [Part 4]
“Saint…”
Throughout the venue, anyone and everyone muttered that word.
The saint was a godlike existence in this world.
To claim oneself as one without the church’s approval was unforgivable.
But, if that girl wasn’t a saint, who else could be dubbed as one…
“That’s right! A saint!”
“The Count’s daughter, Emma Stuart, is a saint!”
The small mutter became a word of conviction which spread.
Following the saint’s words, we must strive to ensure that the people in our territory can eat the minimum standards of wholesome, cultured food, and snacks without starving!
Although some nobles were still reluctant, Emma’s words had influenced many of them, and the venue was filled with excitement that they would have a country free of hunger, starting here and now.
“Saint Emma Stuart. The Kingdom will bestow you the royal capital’s slums as your reward.”
The buzz in the venue entered the King’s ears, and the reward for Emma was thus formally announced.
“—P-pervy girl[1]!!!? That’s not true— (I was just looking at Rose-sama‘s huge breasts for a bit?!) Y-You’re wrong! Pervy girl, you said!!! Please stop it!”
[T/N 1: Emma mistook seijo 聖女 (saint) as seijo 性女 (sexual woman/pervy girl)]
What is this King saying to an innocent little girl?!!!
Emma denied it with all her heart and soul.
Treating me like a pervert in a place full of nobles is too much.
“No, Emma-chan is the Kingdom’s Saint. There’s no other (gentle and pure) child like you.”
The King repeated his words to the girl, who humbly denied that she was not a saint.
The Kingdom’s pervy girl, he said!!! And there’s no other child who fixedly stared at Rose-sama’s boobs like me?!
No, no, I just happened to see those huge breasts though?!
…That’s not how it is, Your Majesty! Just because I complained to you a little, you are going to talk about me like that?
The sight of Emma shaking her head appeared very modest and low-key, further reinforcing the notion of the nobles in the venue seeing her as a genuine saint.
“Your Majesty, Emma-chan is too pitiful if you put her in the center of attention like this. It’s nice to see that Emma-chan was bestowed the reward she wants.”
Worried about Emma, who had started to break out in cold sweat, Rose stepped forward and hugged Emma tightly to hide her from the King and the nobles’ sight.
“You’re right. Sorry for that, Emma-chan. This is the end of the award ceremony. Everyone, enjoy the rest of tonight.”
Emma, who was unexpectedly satiated by Rose’s boobs, and was squeezed tightly by the amazing elasticity, thought, ‘Ah, whatever… I’m fine with being called a pervy girl…’ as she gave herself to that ample chest.
“…Nee-sama… becoming a saint after transmigrating to another world… Just what kind of a dangerous flag is she raising…”
“Emma… she really didn’t do it on purpose, right?”
William scrunched up his face from the pain coming from his temple as he mumbled.
Completely ignoring the fact that the talk about the reward was initiated by his own carelessness, George greatly admired his younger sister’s ability to make trouble.
“Ahh, Emma is an angel, but a saint defines her just fine, too.”
“Uh-huh.” Leonard nodded in satisfaction.
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Finally able to get off the stage, Emma scolded George with a resentful face.
“George nii-sama, please report, communicate, and discuss things properly from now on.”
“…My bad.”
“…But, well, we acquired the slums smoothly… I’m glad.”
The rare mushrooms, which were the ingredient of Harold’s ink, grew in clusters in the underground of that slum.
If they made it into their territory, the ingredient and Harold, who could make the ink, would belong to House Stuart.
From now on, the right for that ink could only fall into the hands of the Stuart family.
Because there were no competition laws in this country.
Only her older and younger brother alone saw the evil smile on Emma’s face that was a far cry from a… ‘saint.’
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Author’s words: An unexpected assist from The Constitution of Japan Article 25.
It was probably the first time they put their previous life’s knowledge to good use…
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