The mistresses of mansions especially paid attention to their windows.

Glass was an expensive luxury, and the windows and mirrors of a mansion were like the mistress’s face; they had their servants clean them diligently.

‘So that’s why it sells.’

Once you shine the glass with this cleaner, you won’t go back to your original cleaning methods.

I asked Jiana about the status of other items I had left with her.

“How about the broom?”

“That too has had explosive reactions from orphanages and homes. It’s incredibly convenient.”

For commoners who had to work and take care of children, the broom was a godsend.

Even if one didn’t labor, the same was true. Nothing was as useful as the broom when pacifying a whining child.

“Some even say it’s like the cloth is laced with a sedative.”

Jiana chuckled a few times before conceding.

“I thought I had hitched my wagon to the wrong horse, but I underestimated the winner of the Oroje. You’re on point.”

With inquiries flooding in, launching the product officially would be a hit.

‘Even if I plan to sell cheap, if the demand is high, the price doesn’t matter.’

Profit was not the issue from the beginning.

“Can you manage the skyrocketing supply? Where are you sourcing these from?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Once the effectiveness had been proven, it was time to spread the word widely.

Behind the mansion was a magical storeroom I had commissioned from Freesia.

Inside, items from the ASpace Mart with stickers attached were stacked.

‘So the stickers cause infinite duplication.’

Even if you took a hundred items, a hundred would remain.

“With so many inquiries, we need to move up the schedule.”

Jiana and I were in the middle of discussing related matters.

With a knock, Eshtra entered.

“A guest is waiting outside the fog boundary.”

“A guest? No one else is expected today.”

“The carriage has the emblem of the goddess Shayna drawn on it.”

Suddenly, the high priest of the First Temple came to mind.

‘What could it be?’

I had already paid for the information to the temple.

“Let them in. Jiana, I’ll be back after attending to the guest.”

“Understood.”

Jiana obediently withdrew.

Only Kashar and I remained in the reception room.

Soon, the guest from the temple entered; it was High Priest Perveroff.

Upon seeing Kashar beside me, Perveroff paused momentarily before adopting a pleasant demeanor.

“It’s good to see you, Duke Vladis and your fiancée. You are together today as well.”

The temple had gotten wind of my engagement with Kashar.

“What brings you all this way?”

An unannounced visit couldn’t be for anything good.

“I hear you are running a charity project.”

“And?”
“Clearly, the more substantial your endeavors, the more responsibilities you’ll have to consider. If you make donations through the Shaina Temple, we can expedite your affairs in the name of the goddess.”

Ferberov seemed to know even the list of charities I had selected.

“Your selected organizations largely overlap with our temple. Donating through us will make your projects more convenient.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

A sense of relief crossed Ferberov’s eyes as Kashar showed interest.

“You’re not unfamiliar with the reputation of Shaina Temple, are you?”

“Who doesn’t know the name of the goddess? Good timing, I was in need of assistance anyway. Leave the documentation, I’ll review it.”

“Thank you for your cooperation. May the goddess’s grace be with you both.”

Ferberov left the materials he had prepared.

He must have been a thief to dare invoke the name of the goddess.

The materials he left were donation receipts and related expenditure documents. On each page, the stamp of the deputy official was evident.

“Something still feels suspicious.”

“I know.”

“Kashar also kno—Wait?”

He smiled with his lips, but the eyes scrutinizing the documents were icecold.

(This is a time separator.)

Three days later, the main item of the donation, a glass cleaner, started being supplied to the demand points.

As half of the revenue went to donations, the sales details were transparently disclosed.

The next day.

A scandal concerning the temple burst out in the newspapers.

“[Forgery in Shaina Temple’s Donation Expenditure Records. Where did the remaining funds go?]”

It was the frontpage headline.

The content was even more appalling.

“Less than 10% of the total amount was actually donated?”

Attached at the bottom of the article were the temple’s donor list, the donation receipts, and the expenditure documents.

But there were only two sets.

One was forged, and the other was a secret ledger managed within the temple.

“Why did no one notice before? Even I had been donating.”

“Perhaps no one doubted because it’s the Temple of Light?”

Shaina’s temple was famous for its strong divine power.

It seemed they were focusing on using this divine power to promote the existence of the goddess as part of their relief activities in refugee villages.

But in reality, only the nobles received the divine power; ordinary citizens couldn’t even dream of affording it.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the newspaper even as Jayana grumbled.

‘These documents, where have I seen them… No way.’

The materials Ferberov left and the ledger exposed in the newspaper were identical.

I discreetly looked behind me.

There, Kashar was looking at me with his chin propped up.

“…Could it be, Kashar?”

“Annoying bugs kept buzzing around you.”

He nonchalantly mentioned he got rid of the irritant.

‘No way, can you even mess with a temple?’

Perhaps what the temple feared the most was not disbelief.

To retain fleeing believers, the Shaina Temple made desperate efforts.

Several weeks passed during that winter.

The temple released an official statement.