"You're that Vanessa? Why have you come to freeload off us again? And why do you keep bringing more people?!"
The more Flora thought about it, the angrier she became. She had worried herself sick over the Mourning Poetry Society and worked so hard running around finding sponsors, only for these people to eat at its expense!
How could the Mourning Poetry Society grow with these parasites around?
No, she had to squeeze something out of them! Make them work off their debt!
"You've eaten so much Holy Communion. It's only right that you help the Mourning Poetry Society with a little work, isn't it?"
She folded her arms across her chest, her chin slightly raised and her tone disgruntled.
Vanessa looked at Flora's luxurious, exquisite black mourning clothes, then lowered her head to look at her own clothes, which were barely better than rags. For a moment, she felt rather shabby in comparison.
"Y-yes..."
"Good," Flora seized the opportunity. "We're planning to distribute Holy Communion as relief in the Harbor District and the East District. We're short of hands, so all of you should come help."
"All right..."
Vanessa nodded instinctively. It was a perfectly reasonable request. Even if Flora had not brought it up, she would have volunteered to help.
Wait, that wasn't right!
Hadn't she come here to communicate and make contact? How had she suddenly ended up as a temporary worker?
Still, when she thought about it, it was all contact anyway. There wasn't much difference.
Meanwhile, although Flora acted forceful, she was actually feeling a little guilty.
Elliot had said he would pay to hire help, but she hadn't said anything about paying them... Could she pocket that money herself?
The other members of the Mourning Poetry Society in the room exchanged looks.
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