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Chapter 23: The Fallen Angel of Immorality

　At a corner of a deserted shopping street.

　The furniture store owner’s daughter was named Leanne.

“So, Leanne-san. I need you to make a chair that can ruin people. This is a very important matter because it will affect the future of a saint’s life.”

　They sat down on the softest sofa in the furniture store, and Hirune sipped her tea.

(This house is kind of gloomy. I wonder why?)

 Leanne, the furniture maker’s daughter, hugged the tray with the tea to her chest, terrified.

“Saint Hirune’s future life as a saint … Well, I’m still a fledgling craftsman, and I think It would be better if I asked my father for help …..” 

“You’re working as a subcontractor for a craftsman because your store is not making any money, right?”

“Yes, that’s right. He’s working right now, so I don’t think he can hear you.”

“He’s the type of person who doesn’t hear when he concentrates, isn’t he? That’s a wonderful craftsman.”

“Is that so?”

　Leanne touched her young grass-colored hair, a little embarrassed.

　She was happy to hear her father’s praise.

“That means Leanne-san will have to make the chair.”

“I don’t think I’m up to the task. Besides, what kind of chair can ruin a person?”

“Yes. What is a chair that ruins people? – Oh, may I borrow a pen and paper?　　I would also appreciate a pillow.”

　Hirune yawned, and Leanne rushed over with a pen, paper, and pillow.

“Thank you.”

　Hirune laid down on the sofa and checked the position of the pillow.

(Buckwheat-like pillow …… good!)

　When she touched the pillow, it made a crunching sound.

　Hirune placed her head then her back and checked the comfort of the buckwheat-like pillow several times, and then, lying down, she drew a picture of a person and a chair.

　Leanne took it and looked down at it with interest, then she groaned, “This is it.”

“The chair is a chair, but you’re going to sew a piece of fabric into the shape of a sphere, and inside that you’re going to put a material like the one in this pillow. And when you sit in it, your body sinks into it–this is the chair that ruins people.”

　Hirune said this, her sleepy eyes widening.

　Her eyes were shining, but her posture was sloppy. It’s a shame that she’s a saint.

“…… This is a tremendous idea! I work as a seamstress at home, so I’m good at sewing. Saint, may I try making one?”

“Of course.”

　She nodded enthusiastically, but then realized something important.

(That’s right, I don’t have …… money …… Money, ……. Even a saint needs an allowance.)

　Hirune lowered her long lashes and opened her mouth apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Leanne. I don’t have any money. A saint has no property of her own. …… I wish I could give you something in return, but …… from the looks of it, you don’t seem to have any room in your store either. …… I’ll get the materials somehow. Until then–“

“Saint-sama.”

　Leanne interrupted the words with a strong will.

　Her simple eyes looked as if they were about to burst into flames.

“I’ll make a prototype with my allowance. I’m strongly attracted to the chair designed by the saint to ruin people. Don’t worry about the money. I’ll make one right away!”

“Leanne-san……, I’m so lucky to have met such a wonderful woman as you.”

　Hirune got up and off the couch, carefully making the holy seal.

Leanne hurriedly hung down her head.

“I’m at a loss for words. …… Thank you.”

“You can call me Hirune.”

　Leanne felt a strange sensation of being enveloped by something as Hirune smiled at her, and she didn’t even know she was smiling.

“Yes!”

　　　　　　.()

　Leanne bought some materials and went to the workshop, leaving Hirune alone in the store.

(Thank you for the wonderful encounter. ……)

　Hirune, who had now developed the habit of praying completely, kneeled down, folded her hands and closed her eyes.

　Then she felt something unpleasant in the store.

　It’s such an annoying sensation like a small bone is stuck in your throat.　

(It looks like there’s something lurking in here that’s disturbing people……Maybe it’s the “miasma” that I learned in Wanda’s class.)

　The most important job of the saints is to purify miasma, the substance that makes up demons.

　Miasma robs the surrounding of power.

　Even a small miasma reduces the vitality of the surroundings and keeps people away.

　The trouble is that it’s hard for the human eye to see.

　It seemed that the miasma was lurking in the small crevices of the furniture store.

(Why is there miasma in the royal capital? …… Let’s look around a little more extensively.)

　Hirune concentrated on the entire deserted shopping area and prayed.

　It seems that tiny miasma is sticking to every corner of the shopping district. Apparently, the miasma seems to be coming in from outside the capital through old underground pipes. It just so happened that the magic circle of purification was not functioning properly in this shopping district.

(This is a big problem. I need to purify it now. knead the magic power–the scripture–).

　As usual, she chanted the holy scriptures in her brain and applied the holy magic to the entire shopping area.

“Purification magic.”

　A large amount of stardust erupted from Hirune’s surroundings, and a large magic circle unfolded outside the store.

　A passerby who was just walking outside was startled and shouted, “Oh!”

“What the hell is that?”

　Leanne, who was working, came running in.

 “Ah, purification, magic ……!”

　Leanne opened her mouth with an expression as if she had found God.

(Let’s purify it.)

 When Hirune puts more energy into it, the stardust swarmed into the miasma in the store. The miasma, which had been invisible, turned into a black spike-like object and revealed itself.

　Hirune opened her eyes and looked at the miasma.

(It looks like black spikes. I see.)

　The black spikes were jostled by the glittering stardust and disappeared as she blinked.

　It was because Hirune’s holy magic was so strong.

　Normally, it would take  longer to disappear.,

(Alright, stardust–get rid of the black spikes!)

　At Hirune’s command, the stardust flew out, quickly purifying the miasma in the shopping district.

　The furniture store also returned to normal.

(Looks like we’re done here.)

　She turned off the holy magic, and the stardust leaped and fizzled into the air. She seemed pleased to have finished her work.

“The miasma was a surprise.”

“What …… is this, Hirune-sama.”

“There was miasma in the store, so I purified it. What do you think? Doesn’t it make you feel better? The gloomy feeling is gone.”

“Oh, ……, now that you mention it, it does feel really good!”

　Leanne stretched out her hands and spun around the store happily.

　The air in the store was cleared of its dankness.

“It seems that some miasma had gotten into the entire shopping district. You’re safe now.”

“Thank you, Hirune-sama. Thank you very much for using your precious holy magic. …… I’m sure it was because of the miasma that no customers came to the store. I hope this will bring back the usual energy to the store …….”

　Leanne clutched her work apron and tears welled up in her eyes.

“The store couldn’t make money, and we couldn’t buy medicine, my mom was sick … My mom had to go back to her parents’ house. My dad kept working at a job he didn’t want to do and sending money home. …… I think he’s still working with all his heart. I believe it was because of the miasma but I’ll continue to work hard with my father. I want my mom to come back too!”

“I’m happy I was able to help Leanne.”

“Thank you so much Hirune-sama! I don’t know how to thank you, but I’ll give you all my allowance!”

 “No, I don’t need your money. How about the chair that can ruin people?”

“Oh, yes! I’ll get it!”

　Leanne ran into the workshop and brought out the first chair that would ruin people.

　It was made of various patterns of fabric pieced together to form a sphere. It looked like a large beanbag.

“Oh my! Oh my! It’s amazing! This is what I’ve been looking for!”

“I made a smaller size for Hirune-sama. You can sit down.”

　With that, Leanne placed the chair that ruined people on top of the adult chair.

　Hirune’s blue eyes twinkled upward, begging her to sit down quickly.

“Go on.”

“Excuse me.”

　Hirune gently sat down in the chair.

　A crunching sound echoed, and her hips, waist and back were enveloped.

(Whoa! This is the chair that ruins people! This is the chair I’ve been wanting to buy since my previous life, but couldn’t. This is so heavenly, I can’t even take another step. Let’s call it the fallen angel of immorality!)

　Hirune sat down on the chair and lets out a “Wow. Wow” as she slips and burrows into the chair that ruins people. she puts her hands out like a king, completing the paradise style.

　Leanne found it funny and cute, and giggled. Seeing the lovely saint sitting on the chair she had made and saying “wow”, she made the holy seal in front of her chest, trying to remember how happy she was today.

　Later, Hirune was found by Jeanne and brought back.

　She was sentenced by Wanda to clean the thousand-hall corridor in the main church as punishment.

(I’m going to sit on the Fallen Angel of Immorality when I’m done with this ……)

　It will be a while before the chair that ruins people becomes an explosive hit product.

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