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Val, can you do one for me?

One day an old lady told him, and Val immediately guessed.

'Ah. 'It's cookout day, isn't it?'

In the first and second class areas of the Teito, there was a first- and second-class area of the city called a relief station, which took care of unattended children and injured or sick people.

Twice a month, they held a soup kitchen, and any old person or child could eat without being from the first aid station.

It was not unusual for the sisters of the relief home to be asked to help out, as it was not enough for them to do so.

Val had gone to help out many times, as well as to inspect.

'I'm sorry, but I'm counting on you. It's better to have someone with experience, after all.

Yes, sir.

Val was headed to the second class area of the relief station.

It was easier to gather manpower in the first class area, and they also got donations from the nobility and the wealthy.

It was the second class area that was often in trouble.

The Relief House was at the southern end of the area, and beyond that were the walls protecting the Imperial City and the Knights' quarters.

Perhaps because of that, it was not uncommon for helpers from the Knights to come to the aid.

''Ah, Bal-san.''

The person who recognized him and called out to him was a twelve-year-old girl.

Her outfit of a blue shirt and navy blue skirt, which seems to be a donation from someone else, is adorable.

Thank you for everything.

No, no, no, I'm not busy.

Val replied humbly.

'The only person who always comes to us is Val. The only other person who donates to us is the War God of Light.''

The girl's mouth twitched as she sulked.

''Did the Light War God donate again?''

Val looks surprised, despite himself, and asks her.

'Yes, a large pot, clean towels, and all sorts of food. Though it was actually an elven woman called the Goddess of Absolution who brought it.

He didn't want his face to be known, so he asked Meena to represent him.

'Beautiful, but a bit frightening, Lady Vilhemina.

She pouts, and a boy of about ten years old, who was listening to the conversation, says

The children swarmed out of nowhere and surrounded them.

'Yes, but Lady Vilhemina donated too, you know?　Like underwear and blankets and vegetables. Surprise.

A little girl who came by joined in the conversation.

'Yes, but it sounds too pretty and scary.'

The twelve-year-old girl replied with a troubled look on her face.

(Meena dude, you were donating to us.)

And Val rolled her eyes as she listened to the children's conversation.