It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 29
Young maids rarely sought treatment, preferring to endure their injuries rather than waste money on medical fees. That alone meant this wasn’t just a minor wound.
“Would it be alright if I take a quick look?”
“…Pardon?”
The maid, who had been keeping her head down as I approached, flinched and lifted her gaze in surprise.
“Your wrist. It looks like it’s hurting.”
“I-It’s fine….”
Her words faltered, and she even hiccupped in the middle of her sentence, showing just how startled she was.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Smiling gently, I reached out and carefully wrapped my fingers around her wrist.
Fortunately, though visibly tense, she didn’t pull away. She simply stared at her own wrist, held within my grasp.
Manifestation of divinity. Type -Healing.
Judging by the severity, low-level healing should suffice.
Intensity of manifestation: Low. Target: Lien Bruni.
As I channeled my divine power, a soft, radiant glow enveloped the maid’s arm before gradually sinking into her skin.
As expected, judging by the amount of divine power that returned to me, the wound had healed completely.
The maid stared blankly at her arm.
“How does it feel? It doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”
At the sound of my voice, she snapped back to reality and hastily bowed.
“Thank you, Priestess. Thank you so much. I burned myself a few days ago… They said it would scar badly….”
Her voice wavered at the end, thick with emotion.
She was barely an adult—of course, she must have been devastated at the thought of having a burn scar on her arm. The pain alone must have been unbearable.
“But I… I have nothing to give you in return. I already sent my wages home this month… But I swear, with my next salary—”
“No need for that. You don’t owe me anything. This is the work of the divine.”
It was a workplace injury—if anyone was to be billed, it should be the employer.
Besides, I had my own reasons for doing this. Taking payment would make my conscience ache.
“If you’re ever hurt or sick, come find me anytime. What’s your name?”
Feigning ignorance, I asked even though I already knew.
“…It’s Lien.”
“Lien, got it. Thank you for all your hard work.”
I offered a brief nod to the other maids who stood watching before continuing down the corridor.
Not long after I passed out of sight, I heard the sound of Lien unwrapping her bandages—followed by an excited, astonished voice.
‘People can’t help but reconsider things when it becomes their own reality.’
Even if my intentions weren’t entirely pure, I silently thanked my deity for never taking back the divine power I had been granted.
A world where miracles existed… was truly a blessing.
* * *
The next few days passed peacefully.
For some reason, I found myself dining and walking with Lionel every day.
But as long as I wasn’t crossing paths with the male leads from ‘Night of Entwined Serpents,’ that alone was enough to make life feel tranquil.
Perhaps due to the severe warning he received, Dantère hadn’t returned to the estate recently.
Not that it mattered—he’d come slinking back before long with that same shameless face of his.
Since treating Lien, I had also grown closer to the other maids in the annex.
None had come to me outright requesting treatment just yet, but surely, everyone had someone—be it themselves, a family member, or a lover—who desperately needed healing.
Their attempts to stay in my good graces were becoming increasingly obvious.
Just one or two more opportunities, and rumors would soon reach the main estate.
Still, I couldn’t afford to be hasty.
I had already learned in my past life just how fragile human relationships could be—how easily they could shatter over the smallest misstep.
Dealing with people was difficult.
Reading books is still the best.
Unfortunately, the annex’s library didn’t stock 19+ novels, but there was a fair selection of romance books.
‘This isn’t so bad either.’
I had always believed that true R-rated stories were ones where the characters became deeply entangled with each other.
But there was a certain charm to the innocent romance novels where a single glance could make the heroine’s cheeks turn red.
Maybe… that shift in perspective was because of Lionel.
I had no idea if anything resembling romantic interest existed between us. Still, from an outsider’s perspective, weren’t we behaving exactly like a couple in the early, fluttering stages of a relationship?
‘One thing’s for sure—Lionel is definitely more handsome than most male leads in romance novels.’
