Casual Heroing

Chapter 120: Responsibilities

Chapter 120: Responsibilities

We are under the scrutiny of everyone in the bakery, including Stan. However, I take my job seriously most of the time. I have a neutral expression on my face while explaining the simplest things to Princess Laura. I know Im repeating myself, but theres some seraphic quiet between us, a cone of peace that has somehow sneaked up on us and is just otherworldly.

This special zone shields us from the obvious whispers about having a princess working with us. Stan watches us from afar, probably as confused as he can get. Well, Stanimal, I have no idea why the Princess is not acting crazy either, especially after she went full madwoman before.

You have to keep whisking away for a couple of minutes, I tell her. We have a contraption that can do the same when making large batches, but we still lack a properly small device for a ten people or less quantity. Youll need to stretch your hands a bit later. Otherwise, you may develop cramps at night.

Princess Laura isnt fazed at all. She nods and keeps going.

Joey, can we speak? Stan calls me.

Sure, give me one second. You keep whisking away; when it looks good, follow the steps I explained to you again. Quintus! Check on her while she cooks the crme. No skills!

I clean my hands on a spare cloth and follow Stanimal out of the kitchen.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Joey, what

Out, I nod toward the door. I have no intention of being heard by the Princess if Stan says something mean. Whatever equilibrium weve just reached could be very fragile, even if my heart tells me it might not be so.

Stan follows me, and I close the door. For safe measure, I slowly start walking away from the bakery in a random direction.

Has the child tried anything? he asks.

She has been extremely quiet since you have been gone, Stanimal. I think that reality sunk in, and shes regretting what she did.

It could be her last effort to save her mothers position, Joey, Stan sighs tiredly. Palace politics are like that. People can change in a day to win your favor.

She hasnt tried anything to win my favor, Stan. She has been silent, mulling over or staring at me. And there is no contempt, I explain to the old man.

My voice is cold and filled with anger. Only a few times in my whole life have I been this angry. I am not sure I wont regret this, but my whole being cant take seeing more abuse. Not by the people that are close to me. If Stan wants to set Princess Laura up for failure, Id rather terminate this partnership on the spot.

You would relinquish my help because of a woman you almost blinded and whos probably thinking about the best way to gut you like a pig? You want to save a woman who doesnt even consider you worthy of breathing?

Yes.

I stand my ground. Stans aura has been growing and growing, putting the first cracks in mine. Im not sure how strong Stan is, but it looks like he could probably kill me by just using his incredible aura.

What happens next is

Stan turns his aura off, spits on the ground, and walks off. He whistles loudly, and Grigio comes out of the bakery and gets by his side in mere seconds. The beast looks as big as always. Plus, I can feel bloodlust from it. Its difficult to explain, but when I cross the animals gaze for a second, it feels like it might run at me and maul my body.

Fucking Stan.

He even made me swear like a damn sailor.

I stomp back to the bakery, fuming.

I find Tiberius waiting for me. Hes putting his weight on his stump leg: after getting enough money for a good prosthesis, the man doesnt have to use a stick as a prop anymore. Hes finally enjoying walking now.

Sadly, Im not in the mood to be happy for anyone.

Tiberius, take out all the contracts we have, all the tax forms. Get Lucillus and Antoninus as fast as possible. Stan might not come back.

Tiberius widens his eyes and clearly has a thousand questions for me. However, the middle-aged veteran knows better than to ask me why I the arch-nemesis of paperwork would ever ask for all our legal documents at once.

I have some catching up to do. Goddamn responsibilities and mean idiots!

I hammer my fist on the table, and I have to breathe deeply so as not to lose control.