A New Challenge

“Ahhh… I’m so glad that was decided easily—”

After explaining the job at the orphanage to the two maids, Arthur let out a breath of relief in his room. That should’ve resolved the orphanage issue.

He had planned to persuade them slowly and carefully. He didn’t expect that not just one, but two would accept so quickly.

“Girls really do love sweets, huh… Erin’s whole expression changed after she had the cookie. Both of them seemed really motivated too… I should give them cookies again.”

Recalling the spark in their eyes when they volunteered, Arthur muttered nonsense under his breath and opened the Good Deeds Notebook to see how the future had changed.

Excited, he flipped the pages, and in bright blue letters, it read:

He tilted his head at the line about motivation. Was that from giving them cookies? he wondered, completely missing the point. But then, his eyes froze at the next line:

The letters were bright red—like blood spilled from a guillotine—and Arthur was hit with a wave of dread.

“What the hell is this!?”

With a sense of foreboding, he nervously flipped to the future pages. As expected, on the final page… Arthur was still executed.

The only change was that those opposing his execution now included not only Kei and Morgan, but also several people from the orphanage.

Why…?

He reread the future logs carefully. In summary:

“Damn it all!! This isn’t enough…!”

It was clear: unless he found a way to resist the nobles, no significant change could happen. But… how?

He knew he had to do something, but had no idea what. Right now, he had some freedom—but once officially named heir, the nobles would close in on him even more. Out of options, he decided to go ask Morgan if she had any good new initiatives.

That’s when he noticed a letter from the church on his desk.

“Oh right… it’s about that luncheon with the Saint.”

Remembering his past life, he opened the letter. In elegant handwriting, it proposed a meeting between those who possess healing powers to exchange opinions.

In his past life, one of his noble hangers-on told him, “You mustn’t offend the church,” and so he had gone. But all they did was engage in vapid small talk over a meal—utterly pointless.

“Seriously. I’m way better than some Saint anyway!! What’s the point of exchanging ideas?”

Arthur, who hated tedious obligations and had boundless pride in his healing abilities, decided to decline the invitation without hesitation. Especially since his usual entourage of nobles hadn’t been pestering him recently.

But just as he was about to go seek Morgan’s advice—

“The Good Deeds Notebook is glowing…?”

A new flag had been unlocked. He quickly checked the updated entry, and in bright blue letters it now read:

“Make the Saint acknowledge your power.”

In short… it’s time to show the Saint who’s boss!