I play a Evil God in Otome Game

Seth smiled, looking at Charlie with amused eyes. "As I told you, this money isn’t ours, so don’t get too excited."

"Should we think of it as a loan?"

"Yes, after all, we took this money for a reason, and only for a short time. Think of it as a 0% interest loan."

Charlie nodded, and Dave looked at Seth, speaking calmly. "The construction plan has been approved; they’ll start tomorrow. I hope nothing goes wrong."

"Let’s hope so..."

Seth’s thoughtful gaze shifted to Charlie as he looked at him calmly. "Charlie, do you have any management experience?"

"Why?" Charlie, confused, paused when he heard Seth. Seth smiled, a slight grin forming on his face. "I’m thinking of hiring you as a manager, for the Nursing homes."

"What?!" Charlie shouted in surprise. Dave stood next to Seth this time. "Lord Hanson started his career at 9 years old. You can start too, Young Master."

"But I’m not my grandfather!" Charlie said. "How can I be like him?"

Dave looked at Charlie more seriously. "I don’t want you to be like Lord Hanson, Young Master. I want you to be even better."

Though Dave’s words affected Charlie, he still declined. "Sorry, I can’t do it."

"No," Seth grinned slyly. "I already appointed you as the manager."

"What? Are you serious?" Charlie could only look at Seth with a frown. Seth chuckled and rested his hand on his chin. "Sorry, but the sooner you learn, the better you’ll get. Maybe even better than your grandfather."

"Better than my grandfather?" Charlie, moved as he remembered his grandfather’s words, said, "My grandfather always used to say: Even if I die, live on for firm breasts, son because-"

"Please don’t repeat your perverted grandfather’s words, Charlie," Seth said with a sigh. This Hanson was supposed to be a feared moneylender, not a pervert.

Every time Charlie repeated Hanson’s words, Seth’s impression of the man fell further. How did this man ever become a Boss?

Still, Dave probably continued to see Hanson as a king, judging by the fanatic expression on his face.

"I don’t want to be responsible for anyone," Charlie said, looking at the ground. "I can’t meet every person’s needs, wants, and desires. I—"

"Have some confidence, Charlie. If it helps, Dave can stay by your side as an assistant for a month. Right, Dave?"

Charlie looked at Dave. "You’ll teach me, right, Dave?"

"Of course, Young Master," Dave said seriously. "You’re the last remaining legacy of Lord Hanson in this world. I’d give my life to protect you."

"Thank you, Dave."

Charlie looked at Dave gratefully, then turned to Seth. "Even if I refused, you wouldn’t have listened, would you?"

Seth laughed and scratched his head. "You really know me well, Charlie."

Charlie sighed, then looked at Seth with a serious expression. "Alright, I accept."

Seth nodded and added Charlie to the list of management positions he had prepared. While Dave was already running the bank, and Seth would be overseeing the fast-food chain with Morvos as the general manager.

The workers were already prepared. The chefs had already started cooking. While the bank would open throughout the capital, the fast-food chain would be active in the northern region for now.

If the company turned a profit, funds would be allocated to provide services in the slums for the fast-food chain. Then, slowly, the foundation would be built as the Morvos Consortium sought new partners and collaborations.

That was Seth’s one-year plan.

At least until they started making some profit...

"So, what do we do now?"

Hearing Dave’s question, Seth replied calmly: "You’ll go to the Merchants’ Guild around 3 o’clock. Let’s at least become members."

"Understood, but do you think they’ll consider investing in us?" Dave said. "After all, we’re talking about the Merchants’ Guild. These guys are very picky and greedy."

Despite Dave’s concerns, Seth was relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closing tiredly. "That’s something only you can figure out."

"You’re dumping everything on me again?" Dave sighed, looking at Seth with a gaze filled with reproach. "I think a bit of work wouldn’t be bad for you. Why don’t you talk to the investors?"

Seth yawned and chuckled. "You’ve been talented at these matters for a long time. Despite looking like a gorilla walking on two legs, you actually have the diction to become a diplomat."

"What does diction have to do with it? You’re just making excuses to avoid work."

"Think whatever you want."

Seth then drank his coffee and groaned as he relaxed. As Dave sighed and prepared to leave, his eyes turned to Charlie. "Take care of yourself, Young Master."

Charlie nodded, and Dave left.

"Want to play chess?"

Hearing Seth, Charlie nodded. As Seth took out the chessboard, Charlie asked curiously, "I always thought only nobles knew how to play chess."

Seth raised one eyebrow. "Why would chess be exclusive to nobles?"

"I don’t know either," Charlie said as he set up the black pieces. "My grandfather always said chess was too complicated for common folk."

"Hmm," Seth nodded and didn’t dwell on the subject further. "Alright, no more talking. Let’s play."

******

At the boundary where the desert met the grassland, more than 50 armored, grotesque creatures stood. The sun scorched the ground as if it were showing its fury.

An Orc, slightly larger than the others and wearing an impressive black armor, stepped forward. His slit, black eyes, like those of a cat, scanned the Orcs standing before him.

"Useless Fools!!"

The magnificent Orc’s voice echoed with a deep bass, causing some of the Orcs to lower their heads in fear. Meanwhile, the Orc’s gaze shifted to the over 100 Orc corpses lying on the ground nearby.

Each body appeared as if it had been thrown into magma, with limbs torn from their sockets. The sight that would make an average person recoil and vomit seemed ordinary to the armored Orc.

Yet, the trembling of his eyes betrayed his anger.

"We lost 100 valuable warriors just to catch a blind woman," he said, and though his voice wasn’t raised, every word from the Orc Commander made the warriors tremble, lowering their heads in misery.

"Do you have no courage to speak?" Despite the pressure of the Orc Captain’s mana, a few brave Orc warriors opened their mouths, but before they could utter a word, their heads were sliced off by the Orc Captain.

As blood sprayed from the body of the fallen warrior, some Orcs were splattered with it and cowered in fear.

The Orc Captain looked sharply at the remaining warriors and then pointed his bloodstained sword at them. "Did I tell you to speak? You don’t speak until I tell you to! Understood, you mama’s boys?"

"Y-yes, Cap-tain." One Orc replied in fear, but the Captain’s sword cleaved through his chest, scattering his organs to the ground.

The Captain narrowed his eyes, glaring at the warriors with a threatening expression. "This is the consequence of disobeying me. Remember it..."

The Orcs didn’t dare to move their heads, allowing the Captain to continue his bullying. The Orc Captain gazed at the subdued, grotesque creatures with a satisfied smile.

"Good, at least you’re learning," he said, casting a disdainful look at the bodies of the fallen. "Impale these disgraceful bastards who shamed the Holy Beast God on spikes. The only fate they deserve is for their corpses to be devoured by vultures."

Following his orders, the warriors cruelly impaled the bodies of their former comrades on spikes. Within a day, the vultures would find them.

For many Orcs, this was a terrible fate. After all, even in death, they held no value. Like sacks of refuse, their bodies were cast aside.

Half an hour later, the Captain sensed something and turned around. What he saw made him pause for a moment. Before him stood a human.

And as he realized the human seemed familiar, a savage gleam appeared in his eyes, sharp teeth exposed in a broad grin.

"Are you the famous Rose Priestess, human?"

A woman with long blonde hair partly flowing over her face, dressed in a simple priestess robe, fearlessly gazed at the Orc Captain. Despite having no eyes, she seemed to see everything, staring at the Orcs impaled on the spikes.

"Do you show no mercy, even to your own kind? Such behavior is unforgivable, Orc..."

Her gentle yet deadly voice flowed from her mouth, and the Captain grinned even wider. With a challenging motion, he drew his sword and pointed it at her.

"I’ve heard of your fame! I, Sor’Ag, Chief of the Rock Tribe, challenge you!"

The Captain’s voice echoed as the surrounding Orc warriors gathered around them, while the Captain unleashed his full aura, glaring menacingly at the Priestess.

The Rose Priestess tilted her head slightly, then looked at the Orc with a cold expression. "I did not come here to play games, Orc. I’ve come to grant you peace."

Hearing her words, the Captain’s face twisted with anger, clearly feeling insulted.

Even so, despite the flicker of rage in his eyes, he continued to gaze at her with excitement for battle. "Priestess, I’ll show you the power of the Beast God! And then, I’ll offer your skull as a gift!"

Despite the threats, the Rose Priestess remained calm. A brief flicker of disgust crossed her face when the Beast God’s name was mentioned.

But her expression quickly returned to its emotionless state. "Orc, the Goddess is merciful. It’s not too late to abandon idolatry and return to the true faith. The Goddess’s mercy is for everyone."

The Captain laughed as if he’d heard something absurd. "Hahahaha! Did you hear that? What did she say? Hahaha!"

As the Orcs joined in his laughter, the Rose Priestess silently observed them, then sighed and looked at the Captain. "So this is your choice."

"Human woman, today you will die," said the Captain with pride. "And I will become a legend as the one who killed the Rose Priestess!"

The Orcs roared with excitement as the Captain leaped forward, his sword slashing toward the Priestess with enough force to crack the ground. A proud, arrogant smile spread across the Captain’s face, certain of his victory.

Dust filled the air as his sword descended, obscuring the view of the Priestess and Captain from the other Orcs. But when the dust cleared, everyone was stunned by what they saw.

"This... impossible! How could this be?"

The Captain screamed in fury while the other Orcs fell silent in horror. What they witnessed made them all swallow hard.

The Captain’s sword, capable of cutting down a dragon, had been stopped by the Priestess’s two fingers. The Captain tried to pull his sword back, but it wouldn’t budge.

"I gave you a chance to repent, but you refused," the Priestess said emotionlessly. "Now it’s too late for regret..."

The Captain angrily raised his free hand to strike her, but suddenly, two massive gashes appeared on his chest.

Still in shock and confusion, the Captain couldn’t comprehend what had happened, while the Priestess remained in the same position.

The only conclusion the Captain could draw was that the Rose Priestess was so fast, even he hadn’t seen her move.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

The Captain coughed up blood, staggering back. His 100 years of experience had given him immense willpower. Though his body was in agonizing pain, he still managed to stand tall.

"The Goddess’s mercy is beyond the understanding of our mortal minds, and I assume you don’t understand it either," the Rose Priestess said calmly. "Repent and seek the infinite mercy of the Goddess."

Laughing with a mixture of anger and amusement, the Captain gave the Priestess a mocking smile. "Never! You and that whore of a Goddess can burn in hell!"

"I see..."

The Rose Priestess calmly replied, and with a single motion of her arm, the Captain’s head was severed from his body as a cold aura surrounded her.

"Today has been a disappointment," she said, turning to face the Orc warriors who were fleeing in terror. The holy white light radiating from her body gave her an angelic beauty.

"There is no escape from the Goddess’s wrath; the only path to salvation is through faith in her. Amen..."

As her prayer ended, the Holy White light expanded, chasing after and engulfing the fleeing Orcs. Without even a chance to scream in pain, they were reduced to dust.

As the Rose Priestess’s hair fluttered in the wind, small tears fell from her empty eye sockets, and she knelt reverently. "Merciful One, Exalted One, Source of all goodness..."

She continued, "Forgive the souls of these wretched ones, grant them peace, I—"

Suddenly, her body trembled as if struck by lightning, and she took a sharp breath. The Rose Priestess, who had just obliterated the Orc Captain with ease, let out a pained groan.

After a while, her tears ceased, and she stood up robotically as if nothing had happened, like a machine that had been reset.

This was the curse of the Rose Priestess, Isolde. A curse bestowed upon one who had sacrificed herself to the Goddess of Light for her younger brother on that bloody night.

Known by heretics as ’The Goddess’s Wrath,’ by the Church as ’The one closest to the Goddess,’ and by non-human creatures as ’the monster that should not exist.’

Despite all these titles, Isolde was merely a slave to the Goddess, her will chained, turned into a puppet—a killing machine.

"I hope you’ve learned the value of life well, my brother," the Rose Priestess said calmly, her voice almost devoid of emotion. "It has been a long time since I’ve seen you."

Her hand instinctively touched the wound on her abdomen. Though her eyes were emotionless, traces of feelings still lingered within her.

Excitement, curiosity, love, longing...

Even so, Isolde turned quietly toward the desert, resuming her journey without further dwelling on unnecessary thoughts.