Netizens' Mission

[Boss Caro... really was someone who could get things done!]

[He didn't even know what we were, and he was already making deals with us.]

[Uh, it seemed like we didn't need any compensation, and he had no way to repay us anyway!]

[Had to say, Boss Caro was truly impeccable in this regard. He was just a little too cold.]

The person helping Caroso make cards spoke up soon enough. [Fine, since we're talking about compensation, go to the kitchen yourself and prepare something Nimel likes. Take it to her room, then do as I say.]

"Just that?" Caroso tilted his head. "That isn't proportional to what you've given."

[Some things may not matter to you, but they matter a lot to us.]

[Big shot, 666!]

[Yeah, we can force Boss Caro to do this!]

[Making Boss Caro carry out the missions we assign? Fuck, I'm excited!]

[Boss Caro is going to become the ultimate quest expert someday.]

[Are we helping Boss Caro court the Goddess?]

[Fuck, isn't this just making us wear green hats?!]

[It's fine as long as Nimel can be happy. Sophia is the one I like anyway.]

[Lady is number one in the world!]

Aside from those who genuinely loved Nimel, the Netizens all began egging them on like crazy.

Besides, shipping a couple—especially a couple made up of characters they had raised themselves—was like watching their children fall in love. They were all looking forward to it.

Caroso left the room and headed straight for the kitchen.

The manor was like a maze. Following Caroso's viewpoint, everyone's eyes were starting to spin.

Still, they were not completely bored.

[This maid is pretty!]

[Holy crap, isn't this little maid only fourteen?]

[What a cute little steward.]

"That's not a steward. She's an ordinary servant." Caroso even took a moment to reply. "If you have a way to take the maid away, I can trade her to you."

[Uh... human trafficking is illegal.]

[In Azure Wolf Province, Kolia is the law!]

[It probably isn't illegal in this era. These maids should all have contracts selling themselves or something, right?]

[Their technology is on par with the modern age, and some of their black technology is even more advanced than ours, yet their system is still the old one. That's so strange.]

[Fuck, it's a shame we don't know how we connected. Otherwise, I'd honestly be tempted.]

Caroso soon arrived at the kitchen.

The chef preparing lunch was stunned when he saw Caroso enter. He hurriedly stopped what he was doing and bowed. "Young Master."

"Make a lunch that Nimel likes." Caroso thought for a moment. "Something easier to digest."

"Yes!"

Although the chef found it strange that Caroso had come here and was ordering food for Nimel, he was not qualified to question Caroso.

Before long, a delicious dessert appeared before Caroso.

Though Nimel's status was worlds apart from Caroso's, she was still not someone these chefs could afford to offend.

Quite a few people knew about Nimel's preferences.

There were servants everywhere in this enormous manor, while there were only a few masters...

A servant picked up the tray and came to Caroso's side. "Should I deliver it to Miss Nimel's room?"

"No, I'll take it myself. Just give it to me." Caroso took the tray without further discussion and, amid stunned gazes, arrived outside Nimel's room.

He was about to push the door open when the comments began reminding him.

[Knock!]

[How can you just walk in while a girl is taking an afternoon nap? You have to knock!]

Hearing this, Caroso held the tray with one hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Nimel's voice came from inside the room.

"It's me, Caroso."

"Huh?"

A thump came from inside, accompanied by a cry of pain.

The door opened. Nimel was wearing a mage's robe, apparently having changed clothes to meditate properly.

However, one of the buttons on her robe had been fastened wrong...

"B-Brother? Why are you here?" Nimel held her hands before her, lowered her head, and spoke helplessly.

Caroso glanced at the comments, paying particular attention to those he had identified as important. "You worked hard earlier, so I brought you something to eat."

"Huh?" Nimel's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

This...

Had brother worked himself into hallucinating?

When had brother ever cared whether I worked hard? Didn't he only ever make me follow his orders?

If I disobeyed, he would lock me in confinement...

Thinking of the confinement room, Nimel shivered involuntarily.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Caroso added as he watched the comments.

"C-Come in..." Nimel hurriedly stepped back, making room for Caroso.

Caroso carried the tray into Nimel's room.

This was the first time in Caroso's life that he had entered Nimel's room. Her room leaned toward pink, and the walls were covered with paintings that looked rather cheap...

Nimel's bed was large and looked very comfortable.

Her wardrobe was not small either. It was filled with beautiful clothes Caroso had never seen before, and there was even...

"B-Brother, um, let me tidy that up..." Nimel followed Caroso's gaze, then hurriedly shut the wardrobe.

[Fuck, what the hell is this? Fine, we're watching a 2D version, but why do the panties and bras have Holy Light too?!]

[Which bastard picked the paladin? Kick him out, kick him out!]

After doing that, Nimel looked timidly at Caroso, already waiting for his cold punishment.

Using money on meaningless things was something Caroso could not tolerate.

Yet something unexpected happened. Caroso went straight to her dining table, set down the food, and pointed at a seat. "Sit."

"Yes, brother..." Nimel hurriedly sat down.

She stared nervously at the food before her.

Could brother have changed his method of punishment?

Did ordinary punishments no longer satisfy him, so he had the chef make the things I liked taste terrible to make me quit these "bad habits"?

That was exactly the sort of thing Caroso would do.

"Eat."

"Yes, brother..." Nimel hurriedly began eating, keeping her pace in accordance with Caroso's standards.

She had already prepared herself to eat some horrific cooking, but it was actually quite tasty?

The cream was a little less sweet than before, with more fragrance.

The steak was cooked better, and its texture had improved considerably.

Watching the comments, Caroso said to Nimel, "Do you know why I made you assist me and give up the task Father gave you?"

"I don't..." Nimel said timidly.

"Compared to your task, mine is more important. This is Father's test for me." Caroso frowned. "I know your task is important too, but mine matters more to me. Sorry. I'll find a way to compensate you in the future."

Drip.

Nimel stared blankly at Caroso as a tear fell onto her plate.