My Daughter Grew Up to “Rank S” Adventurer - Chapter 58.2
Belgrief rattled the wood down where Rozetta had pointed. The fire beneath the cauldron roared with the new fuel. There was no flickering fire, but it seemed to be hot enough.
Belgrief put some wood on top.
Charlotte was stirring the cauldron to keep the stew from burning. She wore a huge monk’s cap that covered her eyebrows, as if to hide her face. Her hair is also tucked under the hat.
Charlotte had been worried about Solomon’s speeches in the favelas and the selling of his bills, and she had always wanted to atone for her deception in some way.
At first, she tried to return the money, but it was difficult because she didn’t know who had bought it and many of them were stubborn because she was a girl.
So he donated his unspent money to the church, and is trying to atone for his sins in some small way by helping out at the soup kitchen.
However, his albino appearance is still noticeable. There’s no point in getting into trouble, so I’m wearing this kind of disguise.
Charlotte had been disgusted with the Viena religion ever since she was forced to leave Lucretia, but her disgust had faded away as she interacted with Rozetta and the other sisters and the children at the orphanage.
She was originally a devout believer, and she had arrived to the conclusion that she shouldn’t deny the simple faith, let alone the Viena religion even if that was being abused as a political tool by the noble people of Lucretia.
Through this connection, Belgrief had visited the church orphanage several times, helping with various chores and taking care of the children. Today, he is helping with the soup kitchen. She doesn’t mind doing this kind of work, and he’s used to moving around in the cold, so he’s good at it. The church’s orphanage, which was manned by mostly women and had only a few male staff, was happy to have her.
Eventually, when the sun set in the evening and the stew was completely distributed, they melted the snow in a large pot, washed it lightly, cleaned up the fire, and were ready to pack up.
“Byaku, take that one.”
Byaku remained silent and held the handle on one side of the pot. Belgrief took the other side and lifted it up.
The thick iron cauldron was heavy, and Byaku stumbled a bit, but he held on to his feet firmly as if he was trying to be strong. Seeing this, Belgrief gave a small chuckle.
“… What the heck?”
“No, I just thought you were trying really hard. You might need to work out a bit more, though.”
Byaku clicked his tongue. He gingerly held the pot back up.
“Oh, come on, you can’t hold it like that, you’ll get soot on your clothes.”
“Shut up, old bastard. Just get moving already.”
Belgrief chuckled as he moved his feet.
Byaku’s demeanor was still blunt, but his behavior was less rebellious, and Belgrief’s nickname had changed from “old man” to “old bastard”. It seems to have gotten worse, but it also means that he is no longer behaving like a stranger in a certain way.
As for Belgrief, it was like he had a rebellious son, which was kind of fun.
Angeline is, after all, his daughter. As a male parent, He can’t help but feel like handling her with care. But when it comes to Byaku, he feels that he can be forgiven for being a little rough and teasing. There are certain feelings that only men can understand.
Belgrief felt that it was interesting that they were able to work together even though they were fighting, rather than being spoiled and pampered.
When he was looking at Byaku with this in mind, Byaku furrowed his brows and turned away. Then he almost stumbled and clicked his tongue unhappily.
He took the pots and pans into the kitchen of the church orphanage, cleaned them again and put everything away.