The Former Empress Roughly Hides Her Abilities - Chapter 112

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【Chapter 112】

The Administrative Department people who hadn’t lost their positions were equally bitter.

“You don’t understand our feelings!”

“Those people corrupted by bureaucracy!”

They took great pride in their efforts to maintain the Administrative Department all this time.

But then someone appeared who surpassed all of that in an instant, and they couldn’t even reach her ankles? It was absolutely unacceptable.

“Calm down. There must be flaws somewhere.”

Administrative Department civil servant Teo said.

“Everything follows equivalent exchange.”

Wasn’t Rianel human too? Moreover, she had even said with her own mouth that she worked ‘roughly.’

‘That must mean she concentrated her focus only on important points to save time.’

Thinking there must be holes somewhere, they thoroughly examined Rianel’s investigation request official document, but.

“Huh, there’s nothing…!”

“That can’t be. That can’t be!”

The investigation background, suspicious points, and even how to proceed with the investigation were all perfectly organized without a single unnecessary detail.

“P-pass!”

A surrender declaration finally came from Teo’s mouth.

“Senior?!”

He wanted to distribute this official document like a textbook to newly hired civil servants.

Such easy-to-read, well-organized documents were rare.

“To see such a perfect official document… I have no more regrets.”

If his successor had submitted such documents, he might have carried them around every day.

“Senior, snap out of it.”

A junior civil servant tried to hold onto Teo, who couldn’t take his eyes off the official document as if enchanted, but his pupils were already unfocused like someone who had departed on a long journey.

“I can’t win.”

“Senior…!”

The other civil servants sighed.

How could they not beat ‘roughly’?

When people face incomprehensible phenomena, they tend to form hypotheses first.

They try to fill in parts they can’t understand rationally with logic, and this time was no different.

“Maybe Team Leader Vincenheim handles most of her work at her residence and only comes to work to submit it?”

“Is that so?”

Wilbrin immediately refuted.

“She’s never done that, but even if that were true, it would be hard to deny that the Team Leader’s workload is heavy.”

“That’s true, but.”

Since Rianel’s performance was indeed excellent, they hung their heads low.

Rianel acted like someone who had 48 hours in a day.

They suspected that the time they wasted might be going to Rianel.

“Foolish beings.”

Til clicked his tongue.

He slowly sipped tea he had made in the break room. With his recent nickname ‘Sage Til’ and the restrained attitude he learned from noble etiquette, he looked noble.

Eventually, the Administrative Department people sought his guidance.

“How can you be so calm?”

They meant, don’t you want to compete when you see someone handling work so roughly and easily?

Til’s answer was simple.

“Why compete? Just become allies.”

“Ah?”

“If we become teammates, all those achievements and results become ours too.”

Rianel wasn’t someone who hogged all the credit thinking only she was great.

If she had, she would have already faced jealousy and checks from within the team, and would have been burdened with all sorts of miscellaneous tasks flying in from various departments.

Becoming a ‘competent failure’ who couldn’t even handle their main job was the fate of smart newcomers.

Wisely, Rianel attributed her achievements not to herself individually but to the ‘entire Special Tax Bureau’ as an achievement.

When it’s known that the entire team is excellent rather than one individual, people around think ‘that department has good teamwork.’

As a result, Rianel was promoted to Team Leader by everyone’s consensus.

In reality, Rianel clearly divided work assignments and was good at leading people.

Regardless of her own intentions, she could be said to possess the proper qualities of a manager.

Murmurs arose among the Administrative Department people.

‘Is that so?’

‘Come to think of it, there didn’t seem to be any particular reason to compete…’

Even in the midst of this, Rianel sat alone at her seat. Her appearance of not being swayed by whatever happened around her looked like a substantial manager.

The Special Tax Bureau team members glared at Til.

“Senior spread wisdom to the Administrative Department!”

“If our Team Leader gets poached, know that it’s all because of you, Senior!”

Til was dumbfounded.

“Isn’t it funny that they insist they’re efficiency-focused when they can’t even think of using contractors… No, no. I misspoke.”

Til finally shut his mouth only after receiving sharp glares from the Administrative Department people in addition to the blatant looks of desire that they might steal Rianel away.

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Meanwhile.

‘Cold! Ugh, I’m freezing to death! Why does the Temple have a place like this?!’

Yuna was in a private prayer room located deep within the Temple.

Since it was originally used to confine high-ranking priests receiving punishment rather than as a prayer room, the interior was far from comfortable.

The walls were a bleak and dreary white, and the furniture consisted only of a desk and a creaky bed.

Wind constantly leaked through the walls with severe drafts, and without windows, she couldn’t tell if it was day or night.

Still, being a Saint, she wasn’t assigned a guard, nor was she forbidden from eating.

She wasn’t forced to pray every hour either, so life itself was relatively free, but…

‘Except for that, there’s nothing good about it!’

Yuna cried out inwardly.

‘I’m not someone who should be treated like this.’

In this world, she should have been the protagonist. But why should she be treated like a criminal?

Yuna had always fallen behind in her original world.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried. She stayed up all night studying before exams and went to countless interviews. But the results were always poor.

As failures accumulated, Yuna became a pathetic and inadequate person, and at some point, she stopped coming out of her room.

The sense of defeat that nothing would work out had solidified like conviction.

The novel she encountered at that time.

-We need the Saint.

A voice that sounded like salvation.

-Won’t you please save our world?

In this place, she who had been a loser could become a savior in that other world.

‘How could I refuse such temptation?’

The Cardinal who brought Yuna to this world kept his promise.

Thus Yuna became a Saint receiving everyone’s admiration and love, but she didn’t feel grateful for that situation.

This was compensation.

‘Compensation given for abandoning the original world and choosing this world.’

There was also a reward mentality.

‘Since I lived so hard in the original world, shouldn’t things go well in this place at least?’

[We’ll prepare new quarters for you, so for the time being, calm your mind and contemplate there.]

However, the Cardinal who brought Yuna to this world and made her a Saint confined her to a prayer room.

[Why did you let things get this bad? Don’t show yourself outside for the time being.]

When was it that they collected donations and contributions in her name, and now that she’s useless, immediate neglect?

‘How unfair!’

Yuna thought this reality where only she was being criticized was unfair.

‘It’s not like I ate all that money by myself.’

While she had indeed touched the Former Empress’s inheritance, it was only possible because of the cooperation of many people, including the Head Maid. Not to mention the donations!

The people who had revered her easily escaped by sacrificing her as soon as trouble broke out.

‘Isn’t everyone being too much?’

The drawback of this world was that there was no entertainment.

There, Yuna had filled her emptiness by buying luxury goods, but when the Tax Bureau’s collection came in, she had to sell her treasured items.

‘There’s definitely no god in this world.’

Yuna’s eyes welled up with tears.

Otherwise, there’s no way only people who persecute her and people who try to use her would overflow like this…

That was the moment.

“You cannot enter.”

The sound of blocking from outside and footsteps trying to barge in became entangled.

The priests who had confined her tried to stop their opponents, but the noise was gradually getting closer as they were being pushed back.

‘That’s right, well done!’

Yuna cheered for these unknown people.

They had to win for her to get out of this place.

‘As expected, this is definitely a world made for me.’

Otherwise, there’s no way people would come to rescue her.

Yuna took time to tidy herself up so she wouldn’t be discovered in an unsightly state when the strange intruders broke down the door and entered.

Then the door opened and external light poured in.

“Here is…”

Yuna started to shout but froze.

“I’m from the Special Tax Bureau. I’m Rianel.”

Mobile administrative service, arrived.

“Why, why did you come again!”

“As tax evasion charges related to the Saint have been confirmed, a tax notice for the related tax amount has been issued.”

Even at this moment, Rianel’s voice had no inflection.

The flatness that seemed devoid of emotion rather gnawed at Yuna’s composure.

“Aaaaah!”

Yuna screamed and collapsed.

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To be precise, it would be a recovery decision notice and a tax bill for additional collection.

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