The Great Saint Was Called to Heaven and Became the Adopted Daughter of the Baker - Episode 1.7

“What a rude man. He can’t even appreciate the beauty of this fur.”

While pouting in anger, I glanced sideways at Momo curled up in the corner of the carpet, and stared at Milliardo, whose face was covered in scratches.

He is lying on the living room sofa, holding a cushion to his stomach with a sullen expression on his face.

Since Balkas was going to make the breakfast bread, Ally decided to take care of him.

“Are you okay?”

With a wound like this, the Great Saint’s power could heal it immediately, but if I did that, it would raise suspicion, so I brought some medicine instead.

It’s a topical type, it stings a bit, but the effect is outstanding. Staring at the brown bottle, Milliardo grimaced widely.

“I don’t like this.”

“But please make sure she gets proper treatment. I’m sorry about Momo. She gets angry when people call her ugly.”

“Even though you have such a funny face.”

“Funny face… heh heh.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him when he corrected himself and said “interesting face.”

Momo has a round face with three-white-eye pupils. I think she has a sharp-looking face, but because her eyes are fierce and her nose is big, she looks uglier than an ordinary cat. I once heard a maid complain that she looked like an ordinary cat that had been squashed from the head. However, she takes pride in the beauty of her silver fur rather than the arrangement of her face, so she can’t understand why people call her ugly.

However, even though Milliardo doesn’t change his attitude when his father hits him, he seems to be weak against being scratched by a cat. He’s completely dejected.

Indeed, a cat’s claws leave thin scratches, but they hurt.

Since it was the work of my beloved cat, I know it’s inappropriate, but I couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“Sorry, it wasn’t a place to laugh.”

“No, you’re cuter when you’re smiling, so if you want to laugh, go ahead and laugh.”

Trying to apply medicine to the wound, I involuntarily froze my hand that was reaching towards his face.

There should be no ulterior motive in his words.

Indeed, he remains expressionless without any sign of embarrassment.

However, I couldn’t help but blush. Since I was sitting on the sofa, leaning in to look at his face, he was staring at me, puzzled, as I turned red.

Being unaware is terrifying.

No, is it my lack of immunity that’s the problem?

If you’ve been secluded in the temple and wearing a veil as a high priestess since you were six, there’s no way you would be immune to the opposite s3x.

“Don’t hit on my sister-in-law, you womanizer!”

“Ouch, I’m not hitting on her. I’m just being nice to my little sister-in-law. Stop hitting me on the head, you bastard!”

“What the hell?!”

As he passed by, Balkas sharply hit the son’s head. It immediately escalated into a standoff.

I ended up seeing it up close and suddenly snapped back to reality.

“Alright, alright, breakfast is ready, so eat up. Ally, don’t hesitate to apply the medicine.”

“Uh, uh, yes. Well then, excuse me. If you feel any pain, please let me know immediately.”

“You speak so elegantly. It’s like the language of the temple, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes. I was an orphan and lived in the temple for a long time, so I can’t quite shake off the way of speaking. I try to speak normally to customers, though.”

In the temple that serves the gods, a polite manner of speaking known as temple language is the norm. It is also a way of speaking akin to that of the upper nobility.

The temple takes care of children who have lost their parents, but since that place is also part of the temple, the children are all taught to speak politely. Since I have visited many times, it should not be wrong.

“I see, you lived in the temple… that must have been tough. So, the cat’s name is Momo too?”

“Even the Great Saint adored a cat with the same name, didn’t she?”

While applying medicine to his wound, I cast a slight healing spell. Focusing my mind on my fingertips, I wished for it to become as thin as possible.

Thanks to that, it didn’t seem to hurt much, and Milliardo laughed without a care in the world.

“Really? That cat also had rare silver fur and was unbelievably ugly. I guess there are similar cats out there. The Great Saint took care of it, but it was really hard to hold back my laughter. It was just shockingly ugly!”

“I told you I’m not ugly, didn’t I?!”

Before I knew it, Momo had come close to the sofa, jumped up with a “fugyaa,” and scratched Milliardo’s face again.