The Second Chance of Reincarnator

A few months ago, in a study room of the dilapidated orphanage.

"…"

Sister Mary went through the billing books in a room that was full with other nuns of the orphanage, and workers.

Willow looked nervously at the book and kept seeing Sister Mary's expression keep changing, and not in a good way.

"The mayor contacted me yesterday. If we do not pay the required sum to keep our operations alive, he will shut down this orphanage and will tear it down to open up more space."

Sister Mary said with a sigh.

"How could he…"

"What about all these children?"

"It's fine. We just need to pay him!"

The sisters of the orphanage talked among themselves, and Sister Mary shook her head.

"It's not a sum that we can pay. In the whole lifetime of this orphanage, we haven't even earned half of the amount that we're required to pay.

"The mayor just gave a ridiculous sum, knowing that we can't pay that."

A heavy air of depression fell over the room, and without the orphanage, these children would be thrown to the streets.

While the mayor was making it seem like he cared about the homeless problem in Dark Jewel's Corner and was making new housing for them, it was just a publicity stunt.

"…"

Willow eyes trembled, and behind her back, she dug her fingers into her palms to shed a little bit of blood.

'I won't let that happen…'

…

Dark Jewel's Corner, Red Dance Street, the following night.

Hehehehe~ Hahahahaha~

Tossing and turning in his bed, Chester, the mayor of the Dark Jewel's Corner, grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and put them on.

"What the hell is this ruckus?"

Chester sat on the edge of the bed, put on his morning coat, and slipped his feet inside the slippers.

"Honey, where are you going?"

His sleepy wife asked while trying to rub off the crust from the corner of her eye.

"To find out what is making this ruckus. Aren't you hearing this laughter? It sounds like it is coming right outside!"

Chester asked angrily.

He hated when his sleep was cut off short, so he was in a pretty unpleasant mood right now.

"Hmm?"

Mabel perked up her ears, heard nothing, and then put her head back on the pillow before saying.

"I don't hear anything… Come back to bed. Don't you have to… wake up early?"

"I'll go to bed once I find the source of all this noise!"

Chester stomped out of the bedroom, went downstairs, and walked outside into the cool night air that threatened to seep into his body.

He hugged himself with the morning coat, walked over to his mailbox, and looked around the dimly lit street.

The street lamps, with candles flickering inside the metal casings, cast long shadows on the pavement.

In that moment, he saw a stumbling idiot walk from across the street, a bottle of alcohol in one hand, and a mischievous grin on his face.

The stumbling idiot was a woman with ridiculous white face paint, bright-colored motley clothing, and red frizzy hair tied in twintails.

She also had a fool's hat with the bells, which were jingling loudly as she danced down the street, and she was laughing.

"Hehehehe~"

"Drunken moron…"

Chester turned red in anger, put his hands inside the open pockets of his morning coat, and stomped towards her.

"You alcohol-stinking idiot! What are you doing here, keeping everyone awake at two in the morning!"

If he weren't mayor with his reputation hanging from a string, he would've already attacked this jester and would've enjoyed doing so.

"Hehe~"

Willow pointed her fingers at Chester's forehead, shaped like a gun, and then an orange-colored revolver appeared from thin air.

"You didn't like my dance?"

"A-ah…"

Chester stumbled backwards, the fear evident in his eyes, as he had no idea that he was picking a fight with the Blessed One.

The Guild, and he had a deal that the Blessed Ones wouldn't bother with him. It was also the same case with ordinary citizens.

It was a written rule, pretty much, that Blessed Ones wouldn't try to do anything to the ordinary folk, and if someone did, they would get the Magisterial Yard after them!

"Y-You don't want to do this… You can still back off."

Chester said with a trembling face, and then Willow pressed the barrel against his forehead, and his legs gave out under him.

"You'll take me to your safe, and you will open it. I'll take your money, and as long as you don't try to do anything foolish, you'll be safe."

Willow said.

'…Money? Foolish… This face paint won't let you hide from the powers of the Magisterial Yard. I have already memorized your voice, and the shape of your voice. They'll find those things as well once their Mystics go through my memories.'

Chester thought coldly.

…

In the study room of his little mansion, Chester turned the code knob on his safe, then heard a click, and opened it.

Willow pushed him aside and stuffed the money inside her bag without leaving a single Iris banknote behind.

It was the first time that Willow had seen an Iris banknote, as that was worth 1,000 Iris coins, and it wasn't something that just anyone could get their hands on.

'I don't know how much money that was just now, but it should be enough for the orphanage to keep operating!'

Willow closed the bag and walked away to the door, but before leaving, she stopped and turned to look back at Chester.

"You shouldn't be so greedy, oh mayor."

"You're educating me? You? A thief."

Chester scoffed with an angry laugh.

"No, no. I wouldn't dare. I am giving you a tip. It's more than you deserve."

Willow said and left the house, and while she was running down the dimly lit street of the Red Dance, she felt her brain tingle.

It was her divinity increasing, and soon, her vessel was full, but the divinity didn't stop flowing. It was almost overflowing at this point.

'Was I really just pretending, or is this just what I am?'

Willow wondered.