Valented Crown Prince escorted the Empress and ascended to the throne.

Only the Empress and the Crown Prince could stay by the throne, stepping on the noble stairs.

They hadn’t taken their seats yet.

It was to wait for the Emperor.

Finally, the majestic Emperor Dios, the last to arrive, took his place on the royal throne.

“The prosperous land of Riheart, glory to the great dragon and ancestors.”

“Glory!”

The Emperor’s brief remarks echoed in the banquet hall, and all the nobles raised their glasses.

“May everyone enjoy with generosity.”

Dios drained his glass of white wine.

The Empress, the Crown Prince, and the nobles under their command followed suit, sipping and swallowing the transparent and sweet liquid.

Elsias and the priests did the same.

‘It’s not bad.’

She gently turned the glass and gazed at the throne.

The one sitting there was a man who held the absolute power of the empire.

Moreover, he held the leash of Kashar.

‘I have to make the Emperor on my side.’

If she couldn’t lift Kashar’s curse, she had to pull the Emperor holding the leash.

‘Baking old people is quite confident.’

Whether in this world or that world, the means to impress old people with power were always the same.

Telling lovely stories from the past that seemed to smell sour, laughing sweetly.

Regardless of gender, no one who had power resisted this method.

‘Look, even before, when I persuaded, he allowed me to stay in the Duke’s mansion.’

Elsias had already faced the Emperor.

The Emperor’s first impression was like a solid wall.

But that was the case for most old people with power.

Although he hadn’t opened his heart yet, he would soon.

‘Tomorrow is an opportunity.’

A congratulatory day for the saint.

At that time, she was destined to give the first blessing to the Emperor.

However, she didn’t like the method of giving blessings.

‘They say I have to cook and serve it myself.’

Rather than making food, it would have been enough if they just shot some divine power, but she had to make food and feed the Emperor.

And not only Elsias was cooking.

All the families who participated that day had to present one or more dishes.

Sharing each other’s food under the joy of the saint and celebrating everyone.

That was the saint’s blessing feast.

It was a ridiculous thing.

Being the protagonist, she had to watch the lower ones laughing and chatting as if it was a potluck party.

It was horribly unpleasant, but it was necessary to roast the Emperor.

‘Who would dislike food made by such a pretty girl like me?’

Moreover, filled with the saint’s blessings, it would melt away with each bite.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the Emperor.

Elsias lowered her voice and asked Pervelepf.

“Is everything going well with the preparations?”

“Of course.”

Elsias had no intention of making something herself.

‘Just put some basil leaves on the finished dish.’
So, I hired a professional chef.

Since it had to be perfect, the chef would risk their life to create the saint’s dishes.

The plan was to serve that food to the Emperor and publicly reveal the goddess’s trust.

‘That old man seems to love religion a lot.’

If he hears about the trust, he’ll adore the saint even more, known as the goddess’s child.

After roasting the powerful, there was nothing left to do.

‘First, let’s stick Micael in the palace, and those twins, I need to personally collect them.’

All three of them should have their self-esteem crushed, but they seemed too lively.

Next, she planned to tear apart the maid and the sub-male, one by one.

She was more confident in this plan than the previous one.

The ultimate goal was to drag the maid who dared to take what was hers into the abyss.

The Emperor’s speech had ended in the meantime.

The nobles, who had been talking about the imperial family for a while, shifted their focus back.

It was still about the saint and the Duke’s fiancée.

“Do you know that? There are two saints here.”

“Not one?”

“No. The Duke’s fiancée, Eileen Hallen.”

“Oh, why her?”

“Didn’t you know?”

The lady who brought up the topic continued to explain for her.

“Hallen has been carrying out a massive donation project, providing enormous amounts to the poor and various facilities.”

“That’s right. The Angel’s Glass!”

Others interrupted the lady’s explanation.

The glass cleaner, which seemed to reflect the soul with just a little spray, had become a must-have item in the aristocracy.

Although sparkling glass was beautiful, the amount spent on it was mostly used as a donation.

As the donation records were transparently disclosed for everyone to see, there couldn’t be any rumors.

“Her title is ‘The Saint of Donations.'”

“So, you mean there are two saints!”

The lady nodded, as if understanding.

Naturally, the gaze had to turn towards another saint.

Shaina, the goddess’s saint, had been assigned after the scandal at the temple, but there was still a lingering feeling that she had been hastily deployed to prevent the situation.

“Well, we explained it, but it still feels uncomfortable.”

“Yeah. The amount of the donation is no joke.”