chapter 6
Muniel could think of a few possible reasons.
Feeling a bit awkward, she cleared her throat to change the mood.
“Nini.”
“Yes?”
“Still, you mustn’t raise your finger at adults like that.”
“Even if it’s the Tower Master?”
“….”
Muniel seriously considered the question.
“Madam, even if it’s the Tower Master, you should say it’s not allowed,”
Dether gently pointed out.
“Oh, right.”
Thanks to his composed correction, Muniel managed to continue disciplining her.
In the end, Nibelia had to write an apology letter to the Tower Master as punishment.
Of course, it wasn’t voluntary.
“Ugh, I don’t want to apologize…”
“There aren’t many kids as honest as you.”
“Nini never lies!”
“Not a trace of remorse— not even as much as dirt under your nails.”
Still, once she started drawing, Nibelia became completely absorbed.
She drew purple hair, used peach, black, and red for the facial features. It was surprisingly detailed.
Then she scribbled crooked letters over the drawing:
[Sorry]
After finishing, her face crumpled.
“Grandma…”
“What is it? Finished already?”
“It turned out so good… I don’t want to give it away…”
“Then make it uglier.”
Nibelia drew a huge black dot over the Tower Master’s face—so big it covered everything.
Only then did she feel satisfied enough to hand it over.
After checking the letter, Muniel gave her another warning.
“From now on, you must never hit people. No hitting bottoms, no raising your finger either.”
“Okay. I didn’t want to apologize, but I did it anyway.”
“In life, there are times when you have to do things you don’t want to. Today, you became a little more grown-up.”
“Why do humans live such hard lives?”
“Well… I wonder…”
While Muniel sealed the letter, Nibelia shadowboxed in the air, training herself.
Next time, she vowed to hit the Tower Master so fast it wouldn’t even be seen.
Clearly, she hadn’t reflected at all.
“Nibelia, are you done getting scolded?”
Soles, who had been waiting elsewhere, walked in.
But the moment he saw his sister punching the air, he froze.
“Oppa!”
Nibelia clenched her fist proudly.
“Next time I’ll do better!”
“…Do what better?”
“Punching! Punching!”
“Nini… did you hit your head?”
Worried, Soles tested her with a question.
“If Oppa eats 3 apples and Nini eats 2 apples, how many apples were eaten in total?”
“Why do you get 3? I want 3 too!”
“Then let’s say I eat 2 and you eat 3.”
“But Nini can’t eat 3.”
“Then should we just eat one each?”
“Not apples—choco cookies!”
She bragged she could eat three chocolate cookies.
“Then 2 for me and 3 for you… that’s 5!”
At least Nibelia could clearly say what she wanted and claim her share. Soles felt relieved.
“How was the errand?”
Muniel asked Soles about his experience.
“It was amazing!”
His eyes sparkled as he described everything.
“The Magic Tower was huge and fascinating. Even though it’s spring, inside it was like winter—there was ice everywhere.”
“The floor tasted bad.”
“Oh right—Nini licked the floor.”
Muniel gave Nibelia a shocked look.
Nibelia proudly gave a thumbs-up.
Dether quietly pushed her thumb down.
“Grandma, honestly… I think the information guild was even more interesting.”
Soles lowered his voice like he was sharing a secret.
“I thought it would be hidden somewhere no one could find. But there’s a branch right across from the Lubeo Department Store!”
A small, ordinary shoe shop—actually a disguised intelligence agency.
That made it even more exciting than the Magic Tower.
“Did you meet Lady Della?”
“Yes—but it was a man.”
Soles had met a muscular man called “Lady Della.”
“Then why call him ‘Lady’?”
“It’s a title,” Muniel explained. “There is only one real Della, but many people use that title.”
Nibelia silently listened and recalled what she saw.
Della is a woman.
She had seen the real one.
A middle-aged woman with brown hair streaked with white, green eyes, dressed like a cleaner.
She winked and put a finger to her lips:
“It’s a secret!”
So Nibelia kept quiet.
Della had always taken care of her—like Dether now.
I protected her again!
Nibelia puffed her chest proudly.
She felt great.
The errand was successful, she protected her “subordinate,” and she even got two stickers.
“Grandma, can I have one more sticker?”
“I’m thinking of taking one away for hitting the Tower Master…”
Nibelia quickly hid her debt sheet.
Muniel chuckled, then remembered something.
“Nini, those cookies you sold at the department store…”
“The ones that made me go bankrupt?”
“You have a funny way of talking.”
She patted Nibelia’s head.
“Who did you sell them to?”
“People!”
“Dether?”
“She sold four packs at the department store, and the rest were exchanged with staff for stickers.”
“I see… I should visit the kitchen.”
In the kitchen, Muniel ordered drinks for the staff.
Using expensive ingredients, they made iced tea.
Then Muniel waved her hand over the drinks.
A soft white light fell like sugar crystals.
The drinks became holy water.
“It will cure minor ailments,” she said.
The staff drank—and their pains disappeared instantly.
“Thank you, Madam!”
“Compared to your hard work, this is nothing.”
Later, Muniel looked at the empty cups and sighed.
“I should talk to Nini. She advertised those cookies like they had healing powers—without any divine power at all.”
When Nibelia was born, people thought she was the reincarnation of a saint because she resembled Muniel.
But she had no divine power.
It was just a misunderstanding.
“Nini, do you want to become a saint?”
“No!”
She shook her head firmly.
“I’m busy making money! No time to be a saint!”
Muniel burst into laughter.
“Of course. Being rich is better than being a saint.”
“I’m going to be rich! Rich is the best!”
