The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 87 - Baldy’s Worth

As the dejected figure of Quenney left, the red haired queen let her body lie upon throne. She had a thoughtful look on her as she thought about the current situation.

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Her maid, Olena seeing her master cooking another one of her ’Masterful’ ideas, remained quiet. It wasn’t until her master called, did she speak.

"Olena"

"Yes, your majesty." Olena said turning towards her madam.

"You said something to me earliar… what was it about? Something something vacation was it?"

Olena nodded briefly, "Yes, a vacation. I suggested that you take some time off and clear your mind away from everything for a while."

"Yes, that’s it." The red haired queen rubbed her hands together, "I just got an idea about where we could do that."

Olena’s expression darkened, realizing her master’s intentions, "You don’t mean…"

"Prepare my luggage, we will be visiting the town of Hyfelia." She smiled at her, "we got to check if this lady is telling the true or not."

"We can just send someone to verify this, we don’t have to go." Olena said whilst knowing it wasn’t her master’s intentions, "Besides, why do I have to go with you?"

The red haired lady looked back at her maid in a dumbfounded manner, "What do you mean by that? You’re my maid, it is your duty to go everywhere I go and attend me."

"A duty thrust upon me that I roughly accepted." Olenna saying that, sighed in defeat, "Alright then as you wish."

"But may I know why is it that this place suddenly garnered your interest?"

The Queen mischievously smiled, "Why don’t you guess?"

Olena didn’t have to think twice before saying, "Is it because of this rumored son?"

The Queen blinked her eyes in confirmation, "I need to see with my own eyes who this boy really is and if he really is as strong as the intel suggests."

They walked through the hallway and talked along the way.

"But do you think that would be wise, my queen? What if he is a comrade of that boy…" Olena looked around themselves before whispering in her ear, "of Arthur’s."

"Which is why we must go and check it… and if he is a friend of that fiends then it would be best to weed him out before he becomes even stronger." The Queen said in an imperceptible manner as she walked gracefully, garnering everyone who saw her to look back once more.

Olena nodded seeing her master’s true intention.

...

Hyfelia

Inside the cemetery of the town.

A small gathering of fifty or so people had come for the event that was occurring.

I stood beside the priest as he continued saying his prayers for the closed coffin where the bald fucker lay.

After checking his corpse, I thought it would be wise to do the burial as soon as possible so I arranged for it to be done by tomorrow.

Now here I stood, with Redwick, Anna, Raven, Jacob and few other fiftyish people from the small town.

Yes, I later decided that I should invite the townspeople. I know the bald fucker was very bad but as the person who inherited his worthless son’s body, I had to show him some gratitude for fucking me over like this.

That’s why those that had arrived looked at the closed coffin and murmured around themselves, wondering why that was. But not to be completely heartless, I arranged this for a different reason too.

My thoughts came to a close as the priest motioned to me, "Now, if the son would like to say some words."

I nodded to the priest and took his place. In front of me now lay the closed coffin and I took a moment before my acting begin.

"My father… like all father’s was a simple one."

"He had wagered all his life so that he could give me a nice home and warm food just like anyone’s and he fulfilled it more than enough for someone like me."

"He was also someone that people looked up to." A few snickers went here and there. I didn’t take their words to mind and continued, "Since the time he had been entrusted this small town, he had worked relentlessly to help its inhabitants while also caring for them as much as possible."

Even more murmurs went on, this time it was more understandable. They were words of ridicule and insults. Not to me but the dead guy before me.

"In the end, as all fathers and humans… he left while only leaving his good memories and tale to others." I turned around and said to the whole town, "If my father had done you bad in his life then let me, as his son, atone for his sins."

They didn’t say anything after that. So I turned back and continued, "So here lies, Agrave Van Tax, a human, a worker and a father."

’If only I could write my true words.’

Ending it at that, I throw a pound note at the cover. It was a ritual, instead of flowers, you would throw money at the dead person, signifying his value at the world of the living.

It didn’t have to be a pound. It could be pennies or shillings too, just like how all the people that came here were throwing just one single piece of penny at the guy.

Even as the whole charade ended, not even one of them gave a shilling.

I gave the priest his heavy payment as he blessed me for heaven and left.

"So… did you both find anyone suspicious?" I ask both Raven and Jacob.

Jacob was the first to speak as he shook his head, "No, I didn’t. It’s not like there wasn’t anyone with bad intentions, it’s just they all had some anger or resentment at him."

There was ninety percent chance that the one who killed my father was from this town so I decided to invite them. But I didn’t expect to hear such from Jacob.

I looked at Raven, "I didn’t find anyone suspicious too but…" He creased his hairy brows, "There was something strange about someone who was here."

"Who?"

"I couldn’t see her face but it was a beggar… a child beggar."