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She hadn't said a single word about such a thing.

'I wonder if Lady Vilhemina is a kind person too,'

Val says, and the children nod their heads.

'I wonder?'

You said something about if Lord Barlolo was donating it.

The little boy says plainly.

I still can't quite put Val's real name to good use, but I know exactly what it is.

Apparently he's just motivated to lend a hand when he finds out what he's doing, and he's not keen on charity.

It's not something I'm going to force you to do, though, so Val doesn't think I'm going to say anything about it.

'Thank you, Val,'

A young sister sees him and thanks him.

'What are they making today?'

It's a soup full of donated grains, poultry, vegetables and eggs.

I don't usually get to eat meat or eggs, so I'm looking forward to it.

The thirteen-year-old boy added a few words from beside her.

'I really can't get over the Light War God. I always always want to thank you a lot ...... someday, but I don't know if I can.

The young Sister's words were responded to by the old woman who headed the relief station.

''It would be impossible. Aside from His Majesty the Emperor and the Eight Divine Brilliance (Levatein), few people know the face of the God of Light War. He's a man of many mysteries.''

'That's why there are so many theories about him. Some say he's a young, handsome lord, others say he's actually a woman.

The middle-aged Sister speaks with a twinkle in her eye.

''Some people have even asked if you're actually the same person as the Emperor.

A twelve-year-old girl says.

(I didn't know that. I did remember hearing that they said it might be a woman.)

Val is almost dismayed to realize how much the rumors are walking alone.

'Thank you, Green Fruitful Goddess Grünweig, for blessing us again today.

The meal would begin after offering a prayer of thanks to the goddess.

Balu watched the children and people eating happily and savored the meal.

And who do you want to come for, Balu?　I knew it was Mary?

It was a boy of thirteen years old who said teasingly, ”I'm sorry,” he said.

'Mary was the youngest and prettiest of the sisters.

'Hey, you're being rude. 'To Miss Val,'

Mary herself is upset when she is told.

'No, I'm sure Miss Mary can find plenty of nice men for you.

Val's side of the room was calmly handled.

The boy clucked his tongue at the attitude of not dealing with him, and his laughter spread.