Chapter 14:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 14: First Day of Vacation

On the outskirts of the empire lies the Haven Orphanage.

It might sound surprising, but even orphanages have ranks. The closer they were to the capital of the empire, the higher the likelihood of receiving funds, and the chances of the children being adopted were greater.

In that respect, the situation for Haven Orphanage, situated in an unfavorable location, wasnt good.

The children lacked proper clothes, always having to wear hand-me-downs from their older siblings, and the only book they had to study from was an empire language book, tattered and smudged with dirt.

Eileen had requested aid from the empire several times, but her pleas were always ignored. Inside her, resentment toward the empire was slowly growing... At least, that was what Ascal knew from the story.

***

Are you the volunteer came as a one-day teacher?

Yes. Im Ray, the one who contacted you.

Ascal had applied to the Haven Orphanage as a one-day teacher, keeping his true identity a secret.

In truth, being a one-day teacher wasnt a significant role.

All he had to do was play with the kids, perhaps read a book to them. If unlucky, maybe even change a diaper or two.

Your face... Ive seen it somewhere...

Upon recognizing Ascal, or rather Rays face, Eileen remarked with what seemed like familiarity.

You used to be a regular at our sandwich shop! Such a coincidence... The shop had to close because I got too busy with the orphanage.

I understand. Your main job obviously comes first.

Following Eileens lead into the orphanage, Ascal felt that something was off.

The Haven Orphanage he knew from the novel was in terrible shape.

The children were thin due to malnutrition, and their blankets were infested with fleas, causing them restless nights from the itch.

Having grown up under such conditions, the children harbored resentment towards the empire, eventually becoming excellent anti-imperialists. It was the expected narrative.

But the orphanage Eileen introduced was different from what Ascal knew.

Contrary to the novels depiction, the orphanage building looked clean and quite reputable. It even resembled a prestigious school.

The building looks clean.

We had an extension built recently.

An extension?

Where did the money come from?

Ah, right. I provided it.

Until now, Ascal had anonymously donated most of the bribes he received to the Haven Orphanage.

He had a sinister intention behind this. The idea was to sponsor children who would grow up to be anti-imperialists, securing for himself a form of absolution if the empire ever fell.

Moreover, since these kids were budding rebels against the empire, he hoped that they would thrive even better if raised in a pleasant environment.

Perhaps a 1-star rebel could evolve into a 3-star one?

But this...

Swish-

A ball flew by.

My ball! My ball!

Nope. Offside. Not your ball.

Hey! We have a guest. Be careful! If you keep doing that, and Ill confiscate the ball!

Were sorry, Miss Eileen.

Ascal picked up the ball. It wasnt the type of ball that appeared worn out, instead, it was shiny and seemed brand new.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Mister?

Lost in thought while holding the ball, Ascal was met with curious eyes from the children playing with it.

Ascal looked at the children.

Their bodies were plump, as though they had regularly eaten meals filled with proteins, carbohydrates, and fats. Their clothes were clean, and their faces gleamed.

They seem to be living better than most noble kids?

Something felt amiss.

****

Who is this?

Its Uncle Carl.

Uncle Carl?

Hes a wonderful person who sponsors our orphanage!

Uncle Carl.

Then, a thought occurred to Ascal.

When he made the donation to the Haven Orphanage, he had used the pseudonym Carl. So, this drawing portrayed an imagined version of Ascal.

Oh. This is Uncle Carl?

Then Stefan approached.

Its well-drawn, but my Mr. Carl is cooler.

Stefan then showed a handmade doll from his pocket. Dressed in formal attire and holding a conductors baton, the figure resembled a resilient scholar.

Is this the only representation of Uncle Carl?

No, look at that frame on the wall.

Stefan pointed to the wall. There was a large framed picture. It depicted a handsome man with black hair, a face Ascal had never seen in his life, standing gracefully.

<The Magnificent Comrade Carl- Artwork by Sirius>

This is insane, Ascal thought.

****

Leaving already?

Yes. The children seem so bright that it looks like there isnt much I need to teach.

Hehe, is that how it appeared? But theyre all quite mischievous, just putting on brave faces.

Before leaving, Ascal had a private conversation with Eileen.

Undoubtedly, Eileen awakened as a saint in the future due to her deep resentment and despair towards the empire.

But was she still the same now? Perhaps Eileen might have lived a normal life, simply teaching the children.

If the Uncle Carl who sponsored the orphanage had other ill intentions, what do you think would have happened?

Hmm... Even if it started with ill intentions, if the outcome is good, wouldnt that still be a good deed? Thats how I see it.

I see.

Above all, we are happy now because of him.

It seemed there was nothing more to be said.

Ascal left the orphanage, waved off by the children.

Goodbye, teacher!

Come again!

Bye-bye!

But as Ascal turned away, he couldnt see Eileen, who kept watching his retreating figure for a long time.

Whispering softly, Eileen voiced her gratitude. It was a thank you that no one heard, fading away with the gentle breeze.

****

The first day of Ascals vacation had come to an end.

Upon returning home, he found an appointment letter on his desk along with a letter sealed with the crown princes emblem.

When was this delivered... No, how did they even open the door?

It felt like he was facing a chilling truth.

The rushed handwriting seemed as if he could hear the crown princes voice directly.

<Congratulations on becoming a Grade 5th official, Ascal. You have no idea how hard it was to push through the old fogies opposing it. Ultimately, I used my princely authority to make you Grade 5th. No need for gratitude. The massage I received in the recreation room that day was worth it. After your vacation, lets go horse riding together! Hahahahahahaha!>

Ascal handed the letter to Pegasus, recently named Fer.

Neigh!

Fer happily ate the letter. Maybe the paper quality was exquisite because he seemed quite satisfied.

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