We are under the scrutiny of everyone in the bakery, including Stan. However, I take my job seriously most of the ti. I have a neutral expression on my face while explaining the simplest things to Princess Laura. I know Im repeating myself, but theres so seraphic quiet between us, a cone of peace that has sohow 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 sa 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 .
Sure, give 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 cr. No skills!
I clean my hands on a spare cloth and follow Stanimal out of the kitchen.
Joey, what
Out, I nod toward the door. I have no intention of being heard by the Princess if Stan says sothing an. Whatever equilibrium weve just reached could be very fragile, even if my heart tells it might not be so.
Stan follows , and I close the door. For safe asure, I slowly start walking away from the bakery in a random direction.
Has the child tried anything? he asks.
She has been extrely 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 . And there is no contempt, I explain to the old man.
You have already been tricked once.
Blood rushes to my head after hearing those words. This is the first ti since I have t the guy that we have anything remotely close to a disagreent.
Yes, I have, I nod.
I would like to scream my hearts content out, but I know better than that.
Ill give the Princess so nial tasks. Washing the floors for a week straight will probably put a hole through her faade, Stan shakes his head and turns around.
Sothing inside goes off.
STAN!
My voice booms with raw Mana, and a cloud of dust arises around us. So people on the street turn to watch whats going on.
You do not beat a man when he is down and trying to get back up! It makes no sense! If a person makes even the smallest effort to be better, you reinforce that. You dont fucking squash their efforts, however small they are! Only cruel old idiots teach things like that!
Stan twists on his feet to look at with the sa stone-cold gaze he had when he threatened to execute the Queen of Elves.
What are you saying, Joey Luciani?
A boundless aura sweeps toward and tries to suppress mine.
Stupid [Druids]. Let help with that, student.
My aura suddenly twists and tightens. Mana moves around on its own accord and creates paths of power in my aura. Suddenly, my aura is much smaller but also more resilient than a fortified city wall. Goddamn.
Im saying that this is my bakery, Stan. My bakery, my employee. Ill take care of the Princess if you cant be a fucking decent person. And if you dont agree with that, Ill fire your ass and even whoop it if needed. Ill even fucking do my taxes on my own if it ans we get to treat a person as such instead of treating her like a fucking animal.
My voice is cold and filled with anger. Only a few tis 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 . 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 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 cos out of the bakery and gets by his side in re 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 and maul my body.
Fucking Stan.
He even made swear like a damn sailor.
I stomp back to the bakery, fuming.
I find Tiberius waiting for . 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 co back.
Tiberius widens his eyes and clearly has a thousand questions for . However, the middle-aged veteran knows better than to ask why I the arch-nesis of paperwork would ever ask for all our legal docunts at once.
I have so catching up to do. Goddamn responsibilities and an idiots!
I hamr my fist on the table, and I have to breathe deeply so as not to lose control.
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