Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~ - Chapter 68
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Reincarnated Devil’s Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~
Chapter 68 Burn the financial statements, turn the troublesome work into ashes
This is the sacred space where the gods of another world reside, known as the Celestial Realm.
In a holy space separate from the demon realm said to be on the other side of the world, there was a little angel working diligently as always.
The name of this angel, who looks like a seven-year-old child, is Mermel.
According to herself, she’s a self-proclaimed super-elite, ultra-cute little angel.
“Now then, Angel Mermel. By three days from now, compile the fluctuations in people’s faith energy and create a final financial report based on progress reports from your subordinate angels. Understood?”
Speaking with such seriousness is the Archangel Preanis, the leader of the angels in this Celestial Realm.
She has her eye on Mermel’s potential, sensing something different about her compared to other angels, hence entrusting her with such important responsibilities.
She is hoping to groom her to become the next Archangel, showing high expectations for her future.
“Mermel, this is necessary for offering to the Sword God, do you understand? Give me an answer.”
“Uh… It’s such a hassle.”
“What?”
“Oh, no, it’s nothing. I understand. I’ll take care of it properly.”
“Very well. I’m counting on you.”
Although Archangel Preanis left, somewhat puzzled by Mermel’s lackluster response, she still had high expectations for the skills of the little angel who always accurately investigated fluctuations in faith energy. However, what she, as the Archangel, hadn’t realized was that the reports she had been receiving were actually the result of Mermel’s intuition, hastily decided based on the atmosphere of the moment, rather than any numerical calculations.
What’s even more unbelievable is that these haphazardly made reports turned out to be spot-on accurate every time, often even more precise than the information gathered by the other angels scrambling to collect data. It turns out that despite Mermel’s terrible ability with numbers and calculations, she had a strange knack for somehow knowing the correct answer just by glancing at the contents of the reports. In other words, Mermel was an elite angel with an unusual talent in a rather unfortunate situation, as her only weakness seemed to be a lack of administrative skills in writing reports.
Indeed, she was a creature of remarkable and peculiar nature.
However, due to this deficiency, Mermel had resorted to a mysterious and advanced technique of excuse-making, hiding the balance sheets and reports for the seemingly pointless tasks in her closet, claiming that even though the documents were gone, she already knew the results, whenever the day of reckoning arrived.
“But now, my closet is filled to the brim with documents. If the Archangel visits again, she might notice the documents peeking out… This is troublesome.”
Mermel pondered over what to do with this stack of balance sheets.
“Hmm… Well, anyway, let’s focus on confirming the work for now. If it’s up to me, I can finish this job in three seconds. Hehe.”
By the way, the documents contain roughly the following information.
Progress Report One: This report is from a farming village in the religious nation of Calamiera on the western continent of the lower world. Today, we acquired an average of ten points of faith energy per person from 250 villagers. While there is some variation among the villagers, the total harvest amounts to approximately 2,500 points. That’s all from here.
“I see, I see. But this report must be wrong, right? I mean, it’s odd that all 250 villagers are listed as followers. So, we should underestimate a bit and consider the harvest to be around 2,000 points. Yeah, I’m definitely geniuses.”
Ignoring the calculations in the report and distorting its content as she pleased, Mermel started to make her own assumptions. However, the faith value she casually decided upon, 2,000 points, was actually remarkably close to the accurate value.
The real faith energy acquired from this farming village was precisely 2,013 points. The margin of error between Mermel’s intuition and the truth was less than a decimal point.
Ultimately, the faith value she arbitrarily determined was overwhelmingly more accurate than the values reported by the grunt angels.
This was the reason why Mermel was being watched and considered an elite despite being a little angel.
In fact, even if she struggled with numbers, if she had the ability to foresee situations to this extent, the Celestial Realm should have realized that assigning her to other tasks would be far more efficient. It was a waste of talent, or rather, a waste of Mermel’s talent.
Whoever assigned this little angel to clerical duties needed to step up and take responsibility.
However, regardless of how much she struggled with the job, Mermel was still just a low-ranking angel. Right now, she had no choice but to fulfill the assigned task as accurately as possible. Angels had no veto power over tasks assigned by their superiors. That’s what it meant to be an angel.
And then…
“With that, today’s work is done. Now, about these documents…”
…
…
…I have no choice but to destroy the evidence.
With a sudden stern expression, Mermel stared at the closet, and uttered something outrageous.
The problem was where to hide this evidence and make it disappear completely. Fortunately or unfortunately, Mermel had an idea of where to hide it.
The answer? The lower world.
With a mindset of “If there’s no hiding place in the celestial realm, just deal with it in the lower world,” Mermel gathered the stack of balance sheets into her backpack and flew out of the celestial realm.
Her destination was a random church in the Calamiera religious nation of the lower world, where faith in the goddess was strong and it was easy for angels to manifest.
There, she planned to borrow a little space, burn all the documents that always tormented her—well, from Mermel’s perspective—and as a bit of relaxation, have a campfire.
This angel was incredibly daring and had a terrifyingly outrageous imagination.
However, the celestial realm also bears responsibility for demanding the impossible from angels without fully understanding Mermel’s abilities in this matter.
For this little angel, this was the last resort, a desperate measure.
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“Hahaha, Bishop-sama. Here is the payment for the slaves this time. Please accept it.”
“Hmm… You always do this, don’t you? But it’s no good to call them slaves. They are devout sisters serving God. The recent ‘slip’… oh no, I mean, their service was willingly offered by them. This is also a trial from God.”
These were the declarations made by a corrupt bishop and a wicked slave merchant who managed a certain church in the Calamiera religious nation.
Today, as usual, these corrupt bishops fattened his pockets with the money earned from selling off the beautiful sisters, which had become a routine for them.
The larger an organization grows, the more corrupt individuals seem to emerge, no matter how noble the ideals they profess. They were indeed a typical example of such entities.
However, in this place, in this era, there were no individuals who could condemn them. Even if holy knights happened to pass by the church, their clandestine misdeeds would never come to light.
Or so it was until this very moment.
“Hmm…? But why does it smell a little burnt today? It’s like the smell of burning paper or something… ”
At a sudden moment, the bishop noticed something amiss.
“Eh…? Bishop-sama, too? Actually, I’ve been a bit concerned about this smell drifting from somewhere… Oh? Doesn’t it seem unusually bright outside? And isn’t this church unusually hot? Wait, is this room on fire!?”
“What!?”
Following the bishop’s lead, even the slave merchant noticed the anomaly and looked outside, only to behold…
…the sight of a mysterious young girl burning a stack of documents and conducting a campfire.
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“Fire!”
Let’s rewind time a bit, back to when the little angel, Mermel, descended to the mortal realm.
Having found a deserted church, the little angel wasted no time and set fire to the stack of financial documents in the yard, creating a grand bonfire.
The flames from the burning documents roared high into the sky, along with Mermel’s greatest worry that she had hidden for so long, all turning into ashes.
Seeing this, the little angel couldn’t help but smile brightly, as if she had been liberated from all her troubles.
“I feel so good right now. Somehow, my heart feels lighter. Let’s burn more, more! Fire! Fire! Fiiiiiiiire!”
Completely losing herself in excitement, Mermel raised her fists to the sky, cheering as if this moment were the epitome of victory, thoroughly enjoying her solitary campfire.
However, as with anything, when taken too far, even a victorious campfire can lead to one’s downfall.
Eventually, the roaring flames caught the wind and spread to the roof of the church.
“Oh no, this is bad… I went too far with the fire, and now the documents have set the church on fire. Th-this is terrible…”
From overwhelming victory to imminent defeat in an instant, Mermel’s face paled, realizing the gravity of what she had done, trembling uncontrollably.
But it was too late.
The fire, infused with angelic magic fueled by the overwhelming excitement of victory, was beyond something that could be extinguished easily. All Mermel could do was watch the scene unfold before her.
And finally…
“The church burned down completely!!!”
Yes, along with the detested financial documents, the church turned to ashes.
Fortunately, there were no casualties as there wasn’t a single person in the church, according to the information. But the fact remained that she had messed up.
Mermel shook her head in despair, realizing that it was too late.
“I have no choice but to turn myself in… If I did something like this, Angel Chief Preanis would be furious for sure. I’ll probably have to start over as a low-level angel… sob”
Afterwards, Mermel, resigned to her actions, confessed everything to the Angel Chief.
That she was bad at paperwork.
That she burned the financial documents.
That she set fire to the deserted church.
All of it.
“I… understand the situation. But, to think that your work, which always provided more accurate reports than anyone else, was actually based on intuition… In a way, that talent is both terrifying and admirable.”
“I’m sorry… But I was trying my best… But a sin is a sin, so I’ll accept it. Whether it’s boiling or burning, I’ll take it…”
Performing a graceful sliding bow before the Angel Chief, Mermel accepted her guilt and apologized.
However, there was a slight leniency in this matter.
“Yes, you made a mistake with the documents. However, the information became more accurate as a result, and our work has greatly progressed. Whether it’s intuition or whatever it may be, if you, as the person responsible for this matter, noticed the mistakes of the subordinate angels, there may be room for leniency.”
“Huh?”
With a runny nose and tears flowing, Mermel listened as the Angel Chief continued.
“And regarding the incident of the church burning down… Mermel, well done. You truly are the angel I believed in.”
Angel Chief Preanis spoke.
In fact, there were plans to soon bring down divine punishment upon those scoundrels who falsely professed faith in the goddess and deceived the people and devout believers.
The actions went too far, enraging the higher-ranking god, the god of compassion, to the point where he was on the verge of bestowing an oracle upon the saintly maiden. Preanis explained this to Mermel.
“Therefore… Yes, considering your sins and achievements, we will impose a temporary exile to the mortal realm. And Mermel… I apologize for not noticing the suffering you’ve endured until now…”
With that said, the Angel Chief bowed her head and then gently stroked Mermel’s head.
But Mermel herself was confused as to why she was getting off so lightly with such a serious offense.
“So Mermel? Take a little break in the mortal realm. Heal the stress you’ve accumulated, and then return to the elite ranks of the heavenly angels by earning new achievements. That is the true reason for your exile.”
Moved by the kind words of the Angel Chief Preanis, Mermel’s eyes welled up, and her face collapsed into a mess of tears and runny nose.
“Sniiff…! I’ll do my best even in the mortal realm! I’ll surely achieve amazing feats and reclaim my seat among the elite angels! I’ll surprise the Angel Chief!”
“That’s the spirit, Mermel.”
And so, on this day, an elite angel disappeared from the administrative department of heaven.
What kind of turmoil will the vanished elite angel cause in the mortal realm? Or what kind of achievements will she accomplish?
The answer is still unknown to anyone.