The Story of a Poor Lady Being Mistaken as the Saint

CH 2

Default Dyslexic Roboto Lora

r>Naturally, they weren't as good as the ones out in the market, but since I priced them at half the cost, I practically sold out my stock every day.

Well, I couldn't keep up for long since some other magicians sold their own at even lower prices as another source of income for themselves.
Nevertheless, I still made enough money for my family to save, so everyone was delighted.

I gave my ineffective, failed attempts for free to the citizens, so they were extremely thankful.
Hehe, it felt good to do good deeds.
Everyone, get well and feed me! (Everything was calculated.)

Now then, I've created the perfect Sophia now! A beautiful (forced) smile, a healthy body (of an aristocratic woman who went hunting), and magic skills (cultivated to earn money) all in one package! This was the birth of the absolutely perfect lady.
Okay, now it was time to marry into a promising aristocratic or merchant family and live a happy life this round! Sure, I could make it big as an adventurer, but who wants a job where one mistake could mean your life, idiot? Ahahahaha!

I had those thoughts in mind on the night of my 15th birthday when my father called me with an extremely apologetic look on his face and told me this.

“Nn, ah, cough, cough…! S-sorry, Sophia.
To tell you the truth… you see, I have been ill for some time.
I might not even have long to live!”

“N-no way! You’re lying!”

I was shocked for two reasons by my father’s sudden confession.
My father dying from a disease didn’t happen in my previous round when we were poor! In this round, I fed him until his stomach was nice and plump, so why…? Oh, wait! Could that be the reason!?

Then… was this my fault?!

I fell to my knees on the spot out of shock.
My father panicked.

“Wa— Sophia?! You’re wrong, so calm down! Oh, I mean, it’s sort of true… Well, in any case, the doctor said that the treatment for this disease will cost quite a bit.
So, to earn enough money for my medical expenses… will you become an adventurer?”

“?!!!”

Whaaat?! Hold on a sec.
Being told to become an adventurer when I turned 15… was the same as my previous round! Huh? Why? Was this my inescapable fate?!

Truth be told, I would rather die… Argh! But if my father’s illness was because of my lack of foresight, I had to take responsibility!

If possible, I wanted to find another way to make money, but my father said himself that he might not have long to live.
In that case, making a fortune by collecting valuable materials from monsters as an adventurer was best.
At the end of my mind-wracking session, I nodded my head.

“…I understand, Father.
I will definitely save your life!”

“Ooooh, Sophia! What a kind-hearted child you are! You’ve kept that bright smile and demeanor since long ago and cheered on me and our people! You braved danger to feed us delicious meat! Oh, my child, you are a saint! Even though I am sick, my chest is filled with joy!”

A-ahem! D-don’t take it the wrong way! My behavior and smile were all calculated! They were something I could cheaply mass-produce! Besides, it was (probably) my fault you got sick in the first place!

“Then, Sophia, do your best as an adventurer!”

“Yes, Father! I will do my utmost!”

Although I said with a gallant face, I was inwardly crying.
Waaah! I really, really, really don’t want to be an adventurer! I’m sick and tired of those days of risking my life in battles! Sniff, dammit! In that case, I’ll take advantage of my previous round’s memory and experiences, earn a fortune quickly, and get this over with! My dream since long ago has been to become a bride!!!