Cecilia is My Boss

"Of course." Ansu almost forgot to introduce his guest to his sister.

He glanced at Cecilia, cleared his throat, and said in a solemn tone, "This is Miss Cecilia, the employer I told you about. She is my current boss."

Cecilia didn't care much about the excuse Ansu had concocted, and in a way, she really did count as Ansu's "boss."

"Oh! So you are..." Vera nodded in realization, looking Cecilia up and down once more.

But this time, her gaze was filled with scrutiny.

This employer of her brother's was only about eighteen or nineteen years old, looking roughly the same age as him. Furthermore, she was dressed impeccably and was impossibly beautiful; she didn't look like a boss at all, but rather like a young lady from a wealthy family.

This only made her more suspicious...

Would an ordinary boss pay a new employee such a high salary? The more she thought about her brother's "new job," the more wrong it felt...

"Thank you, Miss Cecilia, for taking care of my brother these past few days. But since he works for you now..." Vera asked tentatively, "May I ask what your business mainly deals with? Or rather, what do you usually do..."

"Hmm... well, about that." Cecilia hadn't expected this kind of scenario; when had it become her turn to be interrogated by someone else?

She gave Ansu an annoyed glare, while Ansu just kept blinking at her from the other side.

Cecilia sighed helplessly in her heart, having no choice but to help him round out this lie.

"It's about..."

"It's about population census!" Ansu didn't blush at all as he spun the lie, explaining to his bewildered sister:

"Miss Cecilia is employed by a special government department, specifically responsible for investigating dangerous elements hiding among the populace, such as dark wizards or demi-human resistance organizations. Because this department involves dangerous supernatural powers, very few people know about it. Vera, you must never reveal this, or the two of us might get locked up!"

After Ansu finished speaking with a mysterious air, Vera's small face immediately tightened.

"So it's such a dangerous job!" Vera exclaimed in shock. "Dark wizards, demi-humans? Brother, do you have to deal with these dangerous guys every day? Shouldn't the Church be responsible for this? Won't you be in danger?"

"It's fine, it's fine!" Ansu waved his hand. "Brother only does some auxiliary work and won't easily come into contact with those guys. Don't you worry!"

"No wonder you've been studying that forbidden grimoire these past few days. So it was for work..." Vera muttered to herself, suddenly enlightened.

Ansu thought silently that the power of imagination was truly formidable...

Cecilia couldn't help but chuckle.

She looked at Ansu with a half-smile; the story he had concocted was actually quite logical, except that this "investigation" was actually an investigation in reverse.

"But, but..."

Vera still couldn't set her mind at ease. If something happened to her brother... what good would a high salary be?

Vera couldn't imagine a life without her brother.

"Brother, why don't you just resign from Miss Cecilia? We can talk to the higher-ups properly..."

Vera walked over, grabbed Ansu's arm, and shook it, pleading in a soft, whispering voice.

"We are just ordinary people; why get involved in such dangerous matters? And have you forgotten how Father died? Those demi-humans are monsters with long ears and claws, just like beasts! I heard just the other day that there was a demi-human mercenary rebellion at the border..."

When Ansu heard her call demi-humans "monsters," he quickly told her to stop, then subconsciously checked Cecilia's reaction.

Cecilia didn't react much; she simply picked up her teacup, watching the siblings' whispering with great interest.

A moment later, she spoke slowly.

"Don't worry, your brother will be fine. With me around, no one will be able to bully him."

Cecilia gazed at Ansu with a beaming smile.

Because only she was allowed to bully him.

Vera blinked in surprise, not expecting this female employer to... value her brother so much.

Ansu didn't want this topic to continue. He refilled Cecilia's tea and asked in a low voice, "Is there something you need, coming all this way?"

"There is a small matter." Cecilia didn't want to keep sitting in his house either. "Today, you're going to take me for a walk around your school."

"A walk around the school?" Ansu paused.

"What? You don't want to?" Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I do." Ansu was just a bit puzzled; what urgent matter could possibly make her risk going to the Royal Academy in person?

Cecilia said no more and stood up, heading toward the door.

Ansu looked at Vera apologetically. "I'll go shopping with you next week. Brother has something to do today and needs to head out."

"Mm..."

Since she couldn't persuade Ansu, Vera had no choice but to accept his new job. She nodded with a sigh.

"Brother, come back early."

"Alright." Ansu smiled and patted Vera's soft hair.

Vera watched the two of them leave.

Outside the gate.

Watching the two of them walking side by side with such tacit understanding, and the way they "exchanged glances" from time to time, Vera subconsciously frowned.

Although this Miss Cecilia was his brother's superior.

But for some reason, ever since she walked through the door, Vera felt that the way the two of them interacted was...

A bit strange...

"You and your sister really have a close relationship." Walking out of an alley, Cecilia teased with a smile, "I actually envy such a family atmosphere."

"Mm." Ansu nodded, "After all, the two of us have relied on each other since we were very young."

"But why do I get the feeling that your sister has some hostility toward me?" Cecilia's smile faded slightly.

"From the moment we entered until we left, I don't know how many times she glared at me. If those looks could turn into knives, I might already be dead."

"Ah? Surely not?" Ansu certainly didn't want Cecilia to have a bad impression of Vera, because she was truly the type of person who would cut weeds and dig up roots at the slightest sign of a threat.

"I hope not!" Cecilia snorted coldly, "I've only put up with this girl for so long for your sake."

"Definitely not, my sister has a very kind personality..." Ansu tried to change the subject, "I wonder, Witch, what are you going to my school for? Is it still that mission to find the Chosen One?"

"No." Cecilia shook her head slightly, "The matter of the Chosen One is only something my teacher values; I don't really care about it. So what if someone is favored by the gods? As long as they show their face, I'll just kill them. I just need you to take me to your school library today to look up some ancient texts."

So that was it. Ansu breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, his investigation progress this week was almost non-existent, and he had been quite worried about how to answer if Cecilia asked.

The matter of the "Chosen One," along with the "Fated Death" eight days away, had been hanging over Ansu's heart; these two things should be deeply connected.

Ansu's current plan was to obtain as much information as possible that wasn't covered in the original plot, as these hidden details were extremely important.

"Witch." Ansu suddenly asked tentatively, "If this so-called Chosen One isn't found, won't The Order pull some big stunt, like large-scale dark magic or a sacrificial ritual... and slaughter all the students?"

Cecilia stopped and raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.

"How could that be? Aren't you being a bit too radical?"

Ansu hadn't expected that there would come a day when she would call him "radical."

That was true; the cultists weren't idiots. Making such a big scene wouldn't benefit them at all.

This wasn't the highly volatile timeline from the start of the game. Under the nose of the current Empire, conducting a cult sacrificial ritual involving a large number of innocents would be no different than courting death.

Looking at it this way, this matter was far more complex than he had imagined...

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