Chapter 122 : Chapter 122
Chapter 122. Changes in the Dice Store
“Did everyone hear the news?”
“What news?”
“The boss said to close the shop early today and gather?”
The employees of the Dice Store were all shocked.
Jake, who had a large build, was so surprised that he almost dropped the mop he was holding.
Thud.
“What does that mean?”
“Did we perhaps…… do something wrong?”
Sam, who had quicker movements than anyone during the Black Fang days, barely asked with trembling hands.
The magic frame he was displaying caught on his trembling hand and fell with a clatter.
Hayley, who had the second strongest martial power after Tunia, was the same.
Hayley filled in dolls that made cute sounds with a serious expression and said.
“Let’s confess in advance while he is speaking nicely. Then the boss will forgive us too.”
Hayley, who finished stocking, stood up and raised her hand.
“I will go first. The one who broke the umbrella on display last time was me.”
“M-Me too! The one who secretly ate chocolate during the 2+1 event was me.”
“I have something to say too!”
Impressed by Hayley’s courageous action, the employees raised their hands one after another and confessed their consciences.
And they ended up realizing.
That they had nothing to say even if they were fired at any time…….
“This is serious?”
“Really. It is to the point where I don't know why the boss keeps employing us.”
The employees' expressions darkened.
Since it hadn't been long since they lived as ordinary people, there might be clumsy parts when working.
However, gathering these mistakes like this, it was at a level more serious than expected.
When living as members of the Black Fang, they didn't have to worry about this.
They only had to worry about how to infiltrate more easily, and how naturally to kill a person and escape.
Looking back on their faults, they realized something else.
“We weren't like this at first.”
“Clearly, when Mr. Cronin's education ended, we were praised for working well.”
They were people who survived while receiving harsh assassination training.
Store management wasn't difficult.
It was a fact acknowledged even by Cronin, the successor of the Spear Guild, who came to teach them.
He even marveled, asking where he brought such talents from.
Then there was one answer.
“I don't want to think like that but…….”
“……Are we perhaps steeped in boredom?”
The employees nodded.
Living in tension every day and then tasting a normal life, it was understandable.
A sense of grim determination hovered over their expressions.
* * *
“Boss, we will change!”
Radel was surprised by the solemn attitude of the employees gathered after closing the store door.
Sam came forward and unfolded a large paper.
“This is our new schedule.”
The Dice Store daily schedule starting anew.
Hayley’s presentation began.
“First, wake up at 6 AM. And running until 7. From 8, service practice to comfortably welcome customers, promoting events while opening the store at 9, and simultaneously a strategy to become the hands and feet of customers by providing 1-on-1 close service. From 10……”
“Wait, close service?”
“There is nothing for the Boss to worry about. We can hide our presence to the extent that the customer won't even know we are following them by utilizing our skills.”
It was a plan to carry out the service Radel usually emphasized, which didn't burden the customer, while simultaneously eliminating even any inconvenience that might arise.
No matter how much he thought about it, it was a good method to properly handle customer service while utilizing their specialties.
Radel also chuckled as if he felt that.
“Right, there is no need to let excellent skills rot. Actually, the reason I told you to gather this time is because I have something to propose to you. Do you perhaps want to do overtime work?”
Overtime work?
They were employees who heard such words for the first time.
“I want you to do other work when the store work ends. You might have to go on business trips during the day sometimes. No matter how much I think about it, your skills are too wasteful. Of course, I will give more pay.”
The employees were flustered by Radel’s words, but as they listened, it was a decent proposal.
In other words, he wanted them to work as informants by utilizing the skills they learned when they received assassination training.
“Are you not trying to fire us?”
“There is a lot of work to do in the future, what are you talking about.”
Radel laughed at the employees' confession of conscience.
Although there were mistakes, they didn't steal things, so that degree didn't matter.
The employees began to feel relieved at Radel’s words.
Then questions arose this time.
“Do we have to kill people when doing overtime work?”
It was a question to know Radel’s exact intent.
Among assassin guilds, there were many that doubled as information guilds.
It was natural for lives to come and go while buying and selling information.
“No, I do not want such a thing. If there is anyone who wants to do that, I want them to stay out of overtime work.”
Not getting fired, and rather being able to earn more money.
On top of that, they don't have to kill people!
Radel, feeling a different atmosphere from earlier, looked around and opened his mouth.
“There might be people who are satisfied living a normal daily life in the meantime. I don't want to force this work on you. I hope only those who want to do it will.”
They were people who barely escaped from the assassin guild.
Although he was proposing it because he needed the abilities of those from the Black Fang, it was unknown if they would like it.
It could be memories they didn't want to recall.
However, the employees' thoughts seemed different.
“Does doing this help the Boss?”
Someone asked.
Radel nodded and answered.
“Very much.”
Then the eyes of the employees, who were once Black Fang, shone.
Before being the boss who hired them, Radel was the benefactor who allowed them to quit being assassins.
There was no reason for them to refuse this work.
“I will do it.”
“I really want to do it.”
To think there are employees who rather like it when overtime is proposed.
Radel felt pleased feeling the employees' passion.
It seemed he would have to give more pay than he thought.
At that time, Tunia, who came to do a part-time job for a moment on the weekend, asked Radel.
“If that happens, there will be a shortage of hands usually, will it be okay?”
Since he was operating the Dice Store and the House of the Undead with these employees, it was a reasonable point.
But Radel had something in mind.
Cheap labor was already prepared.
* * *
Inette came out to Marcellent after a long time.
“The scent of this downtown! How long has it been, really.”
Just walking on the streets of Marcellent leaving the stifling dormitory was a change of pace.
Inette, who looked around the dessert shops, headed to Radel’s shop.
Inette was a regular customer of the Dice Store before she knew it.
Since Radel was gradually adding various items to the store, it was fun just to look around.
To see Tunia who was working, and to check if there were new items, Inette arrived at the Dice Store.
And she came to see the line of people stretching long.
“What is this? Why are there so many people?”
Although it was originally crowded, it wasn't to this extent when she came last time.
Looking closely, they were people gathered in front of the House of the Undead.
“Did you get a waiting ticket? What number is it?”
“Number 150. They say we only have to wait 30 minutes ahead.”
“It is fortunate we came relatively early. Shall we go to the Dice Store?”
Waiting ticket?
It was a word Inette heard for the first time.
Since there were too many people, it seemed they handed out numbers and called when it was their turn.
“I rode a gate stone for the first time to come here.”
“It is the place where the 8th Prince defeated the undead alone, so it is understandable.”
“Certainly, because it is a holy land of the Supreme Deity Order, doesn't the feeling seem different?”
Holy land?
Inette, who heard people chatting, was dumbfounded.
The House of the Undead became a holy land of the Supreme Deity Order?
Come to think of it, lily-shaped brooches and pins were attached to the clothes and hair of the people standing at the House of the Undead.
She also saw employees opening small stalls in front of the House of the Undead and selling lily-shaped accessories.
There was also a phrase written that the sales proceeds would be donated to the temple.
“If you buy two, we give you one more.”
“May the Supreme Deity be with you.”
They were faces Inette, a regular at the Dice Store, was seeing for the first time.
Rather than employees, they had the atmosphere of priests who came out to volunteer on the streets.
The somewhat disciplined atmosphere seemed similar to holy knights as well.
“Oh, Inette.”
Just then, Radel, who came out of the Dice Store holding a box, discovered Inette.
And he spoke nonchalantly.
“There are many people you are seeing for the first time, right? They are people who decided to come and help often. They were dispatched from the Supreme Deity Order temple.”
“What?”
Radel told Inette the story that thanks to the House of the Undead becoming a holy land of the Supreme Deity Order, the temple decided to send manpower as well.
Looking at the atmosphere, it seemed to have become an essential tour course for the Supreme Deity Order believers who came to tour Marcellent.
Even if they were apprentices, they were all priests and holy knights educated at the Supreme Deity Order.
Is it okay to use such people like this?
Inette was confused.
“Princess has come too.”
On top of that, even Gusto appeared wearing the Dice Store’s apron.
“Since you are here, buy one lily brooch. We plan to donate the entire sales proceeds to an orphanage operated by the Supreme Deity Order.”
It is more sincere than I thought?
On top of that, saying they are donating.
Inette was opening her wallet without realizing it.
* * *
“Hoho, by now the apprentice priests and holy knights must be out on dispatch.”
“That is correct.”
Bishop Lambrado was sitting face to face with the Archbishop drinking tea.
The Archbishop smiled and poured tea.
Such a thing was a first in the history of the Supreme Deity Order until now.
It wasn't enough that a royal without divine power conquered an undead dungeon alone, but to think he confidently demanded manpower from the temple saying he would operate a holy land this time.
“Instead, he promised to continue supplying magical tools to our side.”
“It is a really good thing.”
Now the underground of the Marcellent Supreme Deity Order temple had become a very harmonious space.
A Necklace of Joy made by Radel was hung on the neck of each heretic who used to cause a riot.
They no longer cursed, nor did they bang their heads against the wall.
If they let their guard down even a little, they used to make a fuss trying to tear off the blindfold or try to draw a cursed magic circle by untying their bound hands, but now they had completely changed.
Thanks to that, the underground prison was more peaceful than ever.
It was also a great help to the mental health of the Inquisitors.
There was no need to expand the underground prison either.
They used to isolate one person per space because they caused riots, but now they got along well with each other even if several people were gathered.
It was a miracle created by the 8th Prince who hadn't even been in the Academy for long.
“How great a figure the Supreme Deity has sent us……. I am just grateful.”
Bishop Lambrado also agreed with the Archbishop’s words.
“You are correct. Now it would be good if only their existence became certain.”
The Archbishop noticed what Bishop Lambrado was saying and smiled.
The insider who betrayed the Supreme Deity.
He was hoping for their identity to be revealed.
“The Supreme Deity will guide us to the right path. By the way…….”
The Archbishop’s gaze deepened.
“I think it is about time to withdraw the unofficial support for the Prince. Hoho.”
“Archbishop, that statement is……?”
Bishop Lambrado was quite surprised.
It probably meant he would express official support, not unofficial support, for the 8th Prince.
The Archbishop’s will was soon the Supreme Deity’s will.
Bishop Lambrado bowed his head politely.