Chapter 52: Quests
"Eat," I said dryly, staring at the cloaked woman who was staring at her food blankly. She slowly looked up at me, then nodded as she reached for the fork.
"What am I gonna do with all of you?" I sighed to myself, staring at the various women sitting at the long table in my palace. They were all eating the different dishes that were laid out on the table, with pretty similar looks on their faces.
The majority of the women were nuns, as they consisted of the group of women I had saved from Diodora. Their expression were still blank and robotic as they ate, and they hadn't given much of a reaction at all when they had awoken.
It seemed that even with the brainwashing magic being undone with Diodora's death, there was still lasting mental damage done, as the women wouldn't even speak unless I ordered them to. They also robotically followed my instructions, doing whatever I told them to without arguing.
This was the group I was least certain about what to do with. None of them were particularly powerful, but having a group of healers and magic users, even weak ones, wasn't a bad thing. Talia and other fairies could also heal, but having too many was never an issue.
It felt a bit weird having the clearly mentally broken women working as healers, but I was keeping them around mainly because of the final nun at the table: Adalina.
The nun in question was praying over her food at the moment, but didn't need an order from me to begin eating.
The woman who would've become Diodora's queen was pretty spooked upon seeing what had happened to the other nuns, as many of them were famous and she had looked up to them. As a result, she had begged me to let them stay here as she worked to help them return to normal.
I didn't see a reason to refuse her, so I agreed.
The final woman at the table wasn't a nun, as she was in fact the opposite of one. A devil, and the descendant of one of the original Maou's at that.
Katerea was still looking at me from the corner of her eyes as she refused to eat, leaving the food sitting on her plate. She was clearly uncertain about what to make of her situation, and I couldn't blame her.