Reincarnation Sim Game

Elise couldn't help but shake her head after hearing that question.

"The boy's father asked, do I want that? Kill people? Crazy, right? His son was dead, but he wasn't mad at me. He thought it wasn't my fault." Olga wiped her tears and put on a bitter smile. "He then asked me to help him eradicate my own organization. I have been in the organization since childhood, and I certainly know the ins and outs. He thinks it's better than taking revenge on me alone."

The waffle seller poured wine into her glass again. "Well, I'm not going to go into the details of what I did with him. In short, I betrayed the organization, helping the child's father, who had a link in authority. We managed to destroy my organization, though it still took time and sacrifice. Then, because of my services, I got a new name and was not punished, despite the many lives I had taken."

Elise clenched her fists. "So, after that, you can cope with the guilt for killing so many people?"

"Unfortunately, it's not that easy, Elise." Olga shook her head. "Even now, I can't forget their faces. Every night, they still haunt me."

"But you look fine."

"So, you see me like that?" The waffle seller chuckled. "You also seem fine when you help me, Elise."

Elise's chin dropped. She couldn't refute Olga's words. Yes, Elise just remembered her sin again after hearing Olga's story. All the activities and concerns in managing the stall distracted her from the events on the plantation.

Olga got up while carrying her wine glass, went to the open window, and looked at the clear sky. "Because I didn't do anything after destroying the organization, I kept thinking about my victims. Luckily, I remembered that I used to do recon missions here. I disguised myself as an assistant to a waffle seller. As we know, the waffle seller turned out to be that police captain's mother."

"So, you're saying that being busy helps you forget about that?"

"I don't know the exact answer. But clearly, the busy activities make my mind not go insane." Olga took a deep breath. "Even before retiring from assassination, being busy helped me. From starting to do recon to taking care of the children of prospective assassins, it all got me distracted. Even though I still have to kill again and again in the end."

After Olga spoke like that, the situation became quiet. Maybe Olga's story was over, but Elise couldn't ask any questions. The female warrior was busy thinking about the former assassin's last words.

"Sorry if I ask you this. However, from your question earlier, I suspect that you have also killed many people. You also struggle because of that, right?." Olga asked.

Elise looked away.

"Then take a lesson from my story." Olga came to Elise and patted the female warrior on the shoulder. "At least keep yourself busy with anything until you have a way to cope with your situation. Preferably by not killing more people."

Elise flinched at those last words.

"So!" Olga, using a more cheerful tone, returned to her seat. "I've told you at length about me. Now it's your turn to tell me about you."

"That…." Elise was nervous again. She scratched her hair, still not looking at the waffle seller. Her mind is busy stringing the right words. "Err…. Like I said before, I'm a servant from God."

Olga froze, and Elise displayed her signature grimace.

"Well, it can't be helped. That's the truth." Raymund sighed.

"Whatever." Olga shrugged and chuckled. "If you don't want to tell me about who you really are and your goals, it won't be a problem. After all, I couldn't find anything from you that could threaten me. I'll consider our deal done. Starting tomorrow, you don't need to help my stall anymore."

"But I still want to help you sell!" Elise hastily responded. However, the warrior looked away again after that. "You know…. To distract my mind. At least for a day."

Sensing that Elise was gesturing to him, Raymund responded. "It won't hurt. You can help her again. However, when it's time to go home, I'll bring you here no matter what."

Olga flashed her warm smile. "Well, I'm glad you still want to help me. And you don't have to wear those stupid clothes either."

"No, Elise. If you're still going to help Olga, you have to keep wearing those three great combinations of apron, panties, and shoes." Raymund made an affirmation. "That can't be denied. And you can't ask why."

Elise felt her face grow hot, imagining that she still had to be half-naked in public. "I-I'll still wear those clothes when I help you tomorrow."

"Huh?" Olga raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to do that again? Well, I won't stop you."

"Y-yes." Elise couldn't go against her master's orders.

"A moment." Olga got up at the sound of knocking echoing from the door. After opening that door, Elise found Captain Lars with some of his men. Not only them, but all the thugs and the crepes sellers also joined. They all looked down

"Sorry to interrupt your time, lady." Lars took off his beret. "They want to apologize to you before I process them further."

Olga was taken back by that sight. She thought what Lars did was a bit too much.

However, Olga kept smiling. "Ah, thanks for the good intentions, captain. However, I have forgiven them."

"Please, just call me Lars." The captain responded. "And let these people truly apologize to you."

"Then just call me Olga, Lars."

Raymund snorted. If he had more power, he would take the milf.

The thugs and the crepes seller started to come forward one by one to apologize.

"Sir…." Suddenly Elise hissed. "About the naked apron thing."

"Huh?" Raymund was surprised at Elise's tone. The female warrior had never shown anything like that before. "What? I just want Olga's sales to be maximized on your last day there, Elise."

Elise looked up and pouted, causing her master to laugh.