“Ah, eh?” Leah uttered stupid sounds as I pulled her out of the shop. Yes, looking at the pinky girl equipment, she was troublesome. She had expensive-looking equipment, after all, so she should be a girl from a rich family. And speaking of a girl from a rich family, my mind easily jumped into one, no, two conclusions. She was the daughter of a noble, a high-ranking noble, or she was a daughter of a rich merchant. Well, looking at her, I didn’t think that she was a daughter of a merchant though. After all, which daughter of merchant would have entourages that looked like Knights order that stood behind her?

And if she were really a daughter of a noble, it was really wise to retreat before she set her eyes on me. Yep, I didn’t want to be troubled by an unnecessary thing like that.

“Is it really alright? I mean, she is the Holy Maiden, you know?” Leah said with trepidation in her voice.

Hm? Holy Maiden? I didn’t know this kind of title, but I could guess it. There were numerous churches, as many as the number of the Gods and the Goddesses. And if my prediction was correct, Holy Maiden should be the highest-rank of the Priestess.

Oh, right, churches. As I said, if people worshipped you, you could be a God. Well, there were some requirements though, so not everyone could be a God after being worshipped. As for those that became Gods and Goddesses, they would rule over their worshippers. For example, the Goddess of Ice, Briana. She had quite a lot of worshippers. Well, anyone who didn’t want to be caught by a snowstorm would pray to her after all, and it became her job to protect those who prayed to her. In addition to that, she gained power the more people prayed at her.

As for the Holy Maiden, they were similar to the Champions as they were chosen by their respective Gods and Goddesses. However, the Holy Maiden had different jobs from the Champions and the Heroes. The Champion had a duty to protect the people and to defeat the threats, however, a Holy Maiden didn’t have this duty. In fact, a Holy Maiden could only be called as, well, a customer service? Yep, in my case, the Holy Maiden was similar to customer service as I complained about things that I didn’t like to them. For example, if I didn’t like the fact that they were offering sacrifices to me, I would say it to the Holy Maiden rather than to the whole villagers.

Well, that was my understanding of the Holy Maiden, whether it was similar to other churches or not, I wasn’t sure. Not to mention that my Holy Maiden would never act like that pinky girl, so the terms Holy Maiden should be different. Yep, that pinky girl shouldn’t be a Holy Maiden.

“Don’t worry about it. Even if she is a Holy Maiden, she shouldn’t be able to catch us. I doubt that she remembers our faces. Yes, you don’t have to worry.” I comforted Leah while running to the Adventure Guild.

Leah seemed unconvinced, but there was nothing I could do but say half-hearted things like it should be alright to her.

We arrived at the Adventure Guild soon. Leah breathed normally while I breathed roughly. I was panting as we ran for a few kilometers at full speed. Leah sure had a good amount of stamina, didn’t she?

“Big sis! Here’s your armor!” Leah gave the armor she brought to her sister. As the armor for her, she had already worn it when we were in the shop.

“Thank you. Oh, what is wrong with Faye?” Leia the receptionist asked.

“Nothing, we just ran so she is tired,” Leah replied casually. I was tired not because of the run. It was because I was running while carrying Slimerin. Yep, that must be the reason.

“Am I really that heavy?” Slimerin muttered softly. Nope, she was not heavy, but even though she was not heavy, running while carrying something would always be more tiring. For example, running while carrying a ball would be more tiring than running without carrying anything, right? It was not only me that felt that way, right? Right?

Anyway, I went to Erna’s shop and dropped the potions that I wanted to sell. Erna greeted me enthusiastically. She was even more enthusiastic than usual. “Faye! Your potions are sold out again! Seriously, can you increase the number of potions that you can sell? A hundred and fifty potions a day is not enough for the Adventurers!”

I wanted to increase the production as well, however, I had my consideration. Ingredients were not a problem anymore. With the ingredients that I had, I could make five hundred bottles a day easily. Also, since Slimerin was the one who made the potions, it was not a problem as she could create five hundred bottles in a single night. However, the problem was carrying the potions was really troublesome. Yep, that was also the reason why I was tired. I was carrying a hundred and fifty potions inside my bag with my meager strength. So, it was natural that I became tired.

“Oh, and you look beautiful in that dress.” Erna didn’t forget to compliment me. I smiled and said thank you at her while taking out my potions.

When I took out my potions, I saw Knights with familiar emblem entered the guild. I immediately jumped and hid behind the counter and put my finger on my lips to tell Erna not to say that I was here.

“Where is she?” A male’s voice could be heard.

“I saw her entering this building!” Another voice responded. So, they were really looking for me, huh?

“Search for her!”

After that order, I heard commotions. Should I run again? Seriously, my innate talent was Charisma, but why did I feel that rather than Charisma, I felt like attracting hatred lately? There were noble cases, and now, the Holy Maiden of a God’s church was also looking for me. I wondered where the fans that I made in the Newbie Village were. Well, I had changed my appearances, so, my fans didn't recognize me for sure. Should I change my appearance again?

“Don’t worry, Faye, you can hide under the table here,” Erna whispered and pointed at the hiding spot under the table. It was a nice hiding spot, unseen from any angles. Though it was cramped, with my small body, it should be enough for me.

“Ah, gentlemen, are you looking for something to buy?” Erna greeted the Knights enthusiastically, as if nothing happened. She also didn’t forget to promote the potions I made. “How about buying this Orange Potions? The efficacy is twice of your typical Red Potions, so it can save your life in emergency!”

“We don’t have time for… wait, what? You said the efficacy is twice of the Red Potion?” One of the Knight exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes! All the Adventurers here can testify that if you don’t believe me. And although the price is a bit expensive… but isn’t your life more expensive? This potion can save your life so it should benefit you more by having one or two bottles of the Orange Potion, right?” Erna showed her capability of a merchant. Well, I heard she sold some junk by exaggerating like what she said right now though. Even I wanted to buy those potions after hearing her advertising them like that.

“I-it’s true…” The Knights were swayed.

“Also, expensive is a relative word, don’t you think so? I said expensive because for the Adventurers, these Orange Potions are really expensive. They are one gold coins per bottle after all. However, for esteemed Holy Knights under the Church of Holy Light, one gold coin shouldn’t be too much, right? I mean, your life worth much more than a single gold coin after all.”

“Hm, what you say is reasonable.” The Knight replied proudly. Fools, you were coaxed by mere words like that?

“Right! So, how many bottles do you want to buy? At the moment, we only have a hundred bottles. If you buy them all, I’ll give you a 5% discount! Oh, in addition, if you added another five gold coins, I’ll give you this junk, cough, I mean, this sacred sword as a bonus!" Erna coughed and paused for a moment.

Oi, you just said junk, didn't you? Didn't you!?

"You see, this sword was used by a Holy Knight like yourself. He sacrificed his own life to kill an Evil Necromancer to save a village far away from here. Unfortunately, he was killed in action, but with his last will, he forced his lifeforce into the sword to unleash the last attack to kill the Necromancer along with him. In the end, the Holy Knight was dissipated into Holy Light and the Necromancer was disintegrated, leaving only this Holy Sword on the ground. Legend says, only a Holy Knight with a pure heart can unleash the power of this sword, so I believe you can do it!”

“O-oh! Is this the Sword of Gjallarhorn? I also heard this legend in the past! Gjallarhorn, the mightiest Holy Knight in the past, passed away and left only a single sword that he used all his life! Is this that sword?”

“Mm, my knowledge is limited, so I only know that it is a sword of a mighty Holy Knight, but hearing your story, it might be the Sword of Gjallarhorn! Oh, if it is really the Sword of Gjallarhorn, this is a priceless treasure! But since I have said that you only need to add five gold coins after buying a hundred potions… I’ll keep my word. Or if you only want to buy this sword, it should be a hundred gold coins. Do you want to buy it?”

I wondered if what she said was the truth. Was it really a sword of a strong Holy Knight?

“How about this metal plate here? It was worn by a Champion of Fire in the past. The history is…”

Erna kept on selling the junk in her store enthusiastically. The Holy Knights that had too much money and nowhere to spend it, spent most of their money buying junks from Erna. I said junks because even though what Erna said was the truth, most of the power in the weapons had dissipated along with the death of the owners. For example, the Sword of Gjallarhorn, it was true that I could feel a faint Holy Light power from the sword, but it was extremely faint. Perhaps it could be used to perform a single low-level Holy Light Magic, but that was all.

Similarly, every equipment in her store was like that too. However, Erna had a glib tongue and by twisting her words, she could sell most of her junks without telling a single lie. If she sold things like that to me… well, I might buy everything she sold. Yep, I had to be careful in front of this girl.

After buying a bulk of items, the seven Knights that entered this guild walked out with satisfied faces. They already forgot what their mission was, and no one was kind enough to remind them. As for the informant, he had already gone when the Adventurers glared at him. It seemed the Adventurers understood what happened in an instant and they were dissatisfied with what the informant did. After all, everyone knew that I was the supplier of the potions and if the Holy Knights captured me, the Adventurers wouldn’t get more potions. Also, when I entered the guild, I was quite conspicuous after all and I knew that the Adventurers were looking at me, so I hurriedly went to Erna’s shop.

Anyway, I should thank the Adventurers as well. Well, let’s give them a bit of discount with the next batch of the potions, I told myself while remembering the faces of the Adventurers presented here.