Cheat na Kaineko no Okage de Rakuraku Level Up

Chapter 45



So we returned to the mansion in the royal capital with Veradonna.

Lena is no longer a servant, so she’s not wearing her maid uniform anymore. She’s dressed in a rather thief-like, revealing outfit. She’s wearing something like hot pants, so her legs are also quite exposed.

Lena was happy, saying, “Now I can be an adventurer without any worries!” As parents, we’d want her to be more demure, but the fact that she’s become a full-fledged adventurer can’t be helped.

Still, getting used to life with Veradonna comes first. Leveling up can wait.

“Well, it’s the first day, so let’s see Veradonna’s cleaning skills today.”

“Understood, Master Cage.”

“I will be the one judging,” Misha added.

“And former servant me as well,” Lena chimed in.

Misha and Lena both crossed their arms. They seemed to want to judge Veradonna’s cleaning skills as former housekeepers themselves.

“Understood. I will do my best,” Veradonna said, picking up a broom and getting to work.

First, she started by sweeping the stairs.

Clearly, her past as an assassin wasn’t just for show; there was no wasted movement.

“She’s fast… and it doesn’t even look like she’s rushing, quite elegant actually!”

“And she’s getting all the dust in the corners too!”

Both of them were impressed by her skill. It felt like a scene from a battle manga.

Next was mopping the hallway.

Veradonna was going at a speed as if she were running—no, she was actually running as she polished the hallway.

Wasn’t this a technique mastered by Zen monks or something?

“What is this speed? Unbelievable!”

“The floor is shining like a mirror!”

Both were surprised again.

This could be a major new addition to the household.

“For now, she’s perfect. I can’t find anything to deduct points for,” Misha said.

“But showing off this much skill from the get-go, I worry she might burn out,” Lena added.

Somehow, it felt like Misha and Lena were more in sync than ever. Maybe people naturally unite when they share the same status.

“Next is weeding the garden.”

Somehow, Misha had become the one giving instructions. Not that it mattered who did it.

“I already took care of that when we returned,” Veradonna reported, still expressionless.

“Impossible! There was hardly any time!”

“Doing work before being told? She’s a model maid!”

It seems Veradonna had no issues in terms of her skills. That’s very good.

The very important element left was cooking.

This isn’t just a ‘would be nice if she could’ issue. It would be tough if she couldn’t make at least decent meals.

“I’m pretty skilled at cooking, you know. Let’s see if you can surpass that,” Misha said.

“I’ve got a wide repertoire too,” Lena added.

Both showed a mysterious competitive spirit.

Even Lena, who should have been freed from her servant role, didn’t want to lose.

“To be honest, I haven’t been in charge of cooking much, so I’m not very confident,” Veradonna revealed her first weakness. Well, nobody’s perfect.

“Hmph. Still a long way to go as a servant then,” Misha said.

“Nah, not being able to cook adds a bit of charm,” Lena countered.

Both were smirking. They seemed to be having fun.

“Still, I don’t think I’m particularly bad at it. I’d like to show my skills today,” Veradonna said, moving to the kitchen where all the ingredients were ready.

What will she make?

Veradonna grabbed a large knife.

At that moment—her expressionless face broke into a slight, eerie smile.

“So, what’s today’s prey?”

Then, a voice as emotionless as a machine’s echoed.

Chills ran down the spines of all three of us.

Dangerous. It felt like we glimpsed her true nature.

“The first prey is you,” she said, dicing a tomato.

“Next is you,” she continued, shredding the cabbage.

“You won’t escape either. Hehehe…” she chuckled, cutting the celery.

—Afterward, a delicious minestrone was made, but—

“Um… should we make cooking a rotating duty?”

“I agree with Master,” Misha said.

“I vote with the boss,” Lena added.

It was decided that Veradonna’s turn to cook would be reduced.

“Was there something wrong with my cooking?” Veradonna had returned to her expressionless state.

“No, the taste was perfect. It’s the atmosphere that’s the issue,” I explained.

When she holds a knife, her old assassin’s aura returns. Frankly, it’s scary to feel that killing intent every time she cooks.

“I will obey Master Cage in all things,” she said.

And so, our new life began, with a few elements of unease remaining.


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