Chapter 247: I Might as Well Just Die

“Otto! I… point point… you… point point…!”

Letia really wanted to just slam the door shut and pretend she hadn’t seen anything.

The problem was, Ymir had already grabbed the edge of the door.

“Lady Holy Maiden, I know everything! Please stop running away from your work. It’s time to get things done!”

‘I won’t!’

Ymir had already learned everything about Letia at the White Church last night.

She had also seen the helplessness on the Father’s face.

Since Letia was the benefactor who had saved her—and her fellow countryman—how could she bear to see this young girl wallow in self-indulgence?

Naturally, she felt it was her duty to accept the Father’s commission.

Cough, cough…

It was mainly because the other party offered a lot.

How much money could the Adventurer Guild possibly offer?

After the two of them struggled at the door for a while, Letia eventually had no choice but to give up.

Her strength was actually greater than Ymir’s, but the other girl was clinging to the edge of the door for dear life.

She couldn’t exactly crush someone’s hand, could she?

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Ymir said, quickly trying to soothe the self-deprecating Letia.

“The Priest also sent me over to help you handle these together.”

At this moment, Ymir’s face seemed filled with the kind of expression seen in hot-blooded manga…

As long as it’s for the sake of dreams, I will definitely work hard for everyone.

Looking at that glowing expression, Letia felt her life becoming even darker.

She didn’t even know what kind of tactics that group of jerks at the White Church had used to brainwash Ymir into this state.

Her character setting wasn’t even the same person as yesterday!

Hearing this, Letia placed her hand on Ymir’s shoulder and said sorrowfully, “Tell me, how much did they give you? I’ll pay double.”

“No, no, they just gave me a little bit more than the Remuneration from the Adventurer Guild.”

“How much is a little bit?”

“If I round it up, it’s about 10,000?”

Apparently, a kind merchant named Sage Clown had provided the White Church with such a sponsorship fee.

Now Letia really wanted to rush into the Dungeon and give Otto’s smug face a punch.

‘Is he even human?!’

Despite the 10,000 grievances in her heart, Letia could only helplessly allow Ymir to move all those documents into the house.

The power of the Script did not deceive her.

To have such a large volume after only three days…

If this continued, she would truly have the face of a dead person.

“This job… whoever wants it can have it…”

“Anyway, the Priest also let me bring this over.”

Just as Letia was trying to figure out how to run away, Ymir pulled a wad of cash from her pocket.

Even without counting it, she could estimate there was about 40,000 or 50,000 there…

“I’ll do it. Give it to me.”

The moment she took the money, the light returned to Letia’s eyes.

One shouldn’t throw away money just for the sake of their life, right?

Furthermore, since it was Otto’s request, Letia would naturally help as much as she could.

After all, he was the one who had raised her.

It was just that looking at the mountain of work, Letia felt her head felt twice its size.

What else could she do?

Sigh.

Although she grumbled a lot, Letia still reviewed, stamped, and processed the documents one by one.

Her efficiency wasn’t slow; it didn’t seem like the first time she had done this job.

On the other hand, Ymir was a bit clumsy, which Letia found almost unbearable to watch.

She could only teach her while simultaneously processing the mountain of documents.

“Letia… did you often deal with these things before?”

“Not often,” Letia sighed and said helplessly.

“When I was young, I was forced by a certain Bishop to study this for a while. Thinking back on it now… Did those jerks already have the idea of turning me into a workhorse back then?”

She was angry, but there was nothing she could do.

She had to finish processing all these documents before Red came back.

Thinking of this, Letia’s movements became increasingly rapid.

As it turned out—just as Red had said—her abilities were not bad at all.

She was simply lazy.

However, as she was processing, Letia found a certain document.

[Regarding the disposal of Litt’s unclaimed belongings…]

That was when she remembered.

To ensure everything was foolproof at the time, she had Otto list the house’s ownership under the name Litt.

Moreover, for the sake of the disguise, there were indeed many things belonging to Litt inside.

Now, because Litt had no relatives, the processing of these items had been delayed time and again.

If she hadn’t gotten her hands on this document now, those things would probably have sat there for one year without anyone coming to clean them up.

It was just that this house was indeed a problem.

If she changed it back to her own name…

It felt a bit off.

After thinking it over, Letia took out a Property Transfer Certificate and scribbled something on it.

“What’s this?”

“I’m going to transfer this house to Red’s name. He’s the person closest to Litt.”

“Huh…?”

Because Ymir had just arrived, she didn’t know the exact relationship between Litt and Red, but she had seen the coffin in the center of the church.

The person inside looked a few shades similar to Letia, though Litt appeared a bit older.

Could it be that this Litt was actually…

Letia’s sister?

Then it made sense why Letia was living with Red now.

It was just this outfit…

The boyfriend shirt look made one not know what to say.

At this, Ymir curled her lip inwardly.

‘If these two are truly innocent, I’ll eat 3 pounds of… crawfish.’

“But is this really okay?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Letia didn’t mind.

She would transfer the house to Red’s name in the name of the White Church.

That way, he wouldn’t always be thinking about moving or anything like that.

As for safety issues, she wasn’t worried.

She trusted Red’s character more than anyone else’s.

He certainly wouldn’t do something as absurd as selling off Litt’s inheritance.

After all, if this were some webnovel, doing such a thing would definitely get him roasted to death by the readers.

Furthermore… she wouldn’t have to pay the mortgage herself anymore!

At the thought that she would no longer worry about the mortgage, Letia felt her spirits lift several degrees.

Then, she looked up and saw the mountain of documents 2 meters high…

“I might as well just die.”

Now Letia really wanted a Time Machine so she could go back and give her past self a harsh slap for going into the study.

Maybe then she could change the absurd fact of becoming the White Church’s Holy Maiden and wouldn’t be exhausted by all this work.

But the die was cast.

Otto had probably planned everything since she was a child.

So…

“Otto, screw your ancestors!”