The man briefly opened and closed the bag, giving the woman a wink. In response, the woman blushed and opened the door wide.

“Oh my, ho ho ho! Please come in quickly, Father. I’ll prepare tea for you right away.”

What, it’s that easy to get in? Rosé was surprised and threw her bundle aside.

What’s the difference between that man and me? I also bowed so politely!

‘Let’s see how many items he sells.’

Rosé waited, with half curiosity and half envy, for the man to come out. And after a little over 30 minutes…

“Ohoho, thank you for showing me good items again today, Father. I’ll look forward to next time.”

“Then have a good night, madam.”

The priest who came out fixed his disheveled hair and greeted the woman. As soon as the door closed, he adjusted the hem of his pants hidden in his priestly robes.

Why is his outfit so messy as soon as he’s inside? Rosé observed the man coming down the stairs with keen interest.

The man, noticing Rosé’s shabby bundle, smirked.

“Is it your first day of business?”

“W-Well…”

Rosé nodded her head while tightly holding her bundle to her chest. The man chuckled and sat down on the stairs, following Rosé.

“It seems like you haven’t sold anything at all.”

The man glanced briefly at Rosé’s bundle and scanned her body up and down.

A con artist knows another con artist. The man recognized Rosé’s unlimited potential and smirked.

“You must be curious about my secret to selling well?”

Rosé looked up hesitantly. Still, out of pride, she stared back at the man without answering. Then the man smiled broadly and leaned closer to Rosé.

“I guarantee you can sell more than ten items a day if you do as I say. In return, give me 10% of your profits under the guise of educational expenses. How about it?”

Rosé narrowed her eyes. It was a look as if she was seeing a swindler. Then the man chuckled and opened the leather bag he was holding.

‘Huh, all his items are gone!’

The bag that was full just a while ago now looked deflated. This man had sold off all the items to the picky landlady!

Rosé, who had cast doubtful glances at the man, firmly grabbed his hand.

“What did you do?”

“Will you do as I say?”

The man’s smile slowly faded. At the same time, a small quest window appeared next to his face.

〈SYSTEM〉 Will you accept the quest ‘Best Salesperson of the Year’?

Completion reward: Guaranteed minimum daily sales of 10 items

Accept

Decline

As a gesture of giving another treat to the fish he caught, the man added a word.

“Let’s consider this week as a training period, so I won’t take any educational fees. How does that sound?”

Rosé’s eyes wavered. A man who appeared by chance. And a quest. This was an opportunity sent by the heavens.

“I’ll do it!”

“Good decision. See you here tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock. And when you come, wear this.”

The man pulled out a white saintess’ outfit from a corner of his bag and handed it to Rosé. It was a work outfit he always carried for days like this when encountering such situations.

“Father, what is this…?”

“It’s a saintess’s outfit. In the past, each temple had one saintess.”

Unlike the wide priestly robes of men, the saintess’s outfit was slimly fitted at the waist.

Moreover, it was deeply cut in a V-shape from the shoulders to the chest. And for some reason, the skirt had a straight slit from the upper thigh to the ankle.

“Is this really a saintess’s outfit?”

“As Sister knows, the temple’s situation is not good. It’s difficult to even find materials for repairs.”

Before Rosé’s determination could waver, the man personally put the saintess’ outfit into her bundle and said.

“Fortunately, the residents here are considerate of the temple’s difficult situation. So this humble saintess’ outfit will be a great help to Sister.”

“Humble… Ah!”

Rosé clapped her hands as if she had gained deep insight. Just like when she couldn’t help but buy items from Priest Ormite because of his impoverished appearance.

Even if she didn’t know what a saintess’s outfit originally looked like, everyone would undoubtedly feel sorry for her when they saw this torn garment.

‘So this is how they’ve been doing business all this time!’

Rosé admired the priests’ amazing survival skills and hugged the bundle containing the saintess’s outfit tightly to her chest.

“We’ll continue with detailed training tomorrow morning. May Aramista’s light be with you, Sister.”

The man clasped his hands together in prayer and disappeared down the road. Rosé stared blankly at his retreating figure before shouldering her bundle and turning away.

‘I won’t be arrested for pretending to be a saintess, will I?’

At times like this, I feel like it was fortunate that the temple was completely destroyed. Could it be that even the peddlers were taking advantage of that, wearing priestly robes…

‘No way.’

With a brisk wave of her hand, Rosé walked down the street with graceful steps like a saint.

The dim twilight, like the light of Aramista, clung to Rosé’s tangled orange hair as she wandered.

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“Here comes the saintess!”

“The saintess has appeared!”

As soon as the sun rose, the Quaiba market office bustled with various people.

Half were door-to-door salesmen, and the other half were onlookers who came to see the saintess who appeared in Bistiman.

Men’s longing gazes flocked to the saintess carrying a large bundle. Plump br*asts visible through thin fabric, swaying hips, and delicate ankles that seemed like they would break if squeezed.

And on her beautiful face, holiness and nobility permeated. Each man who stole glances at her let out sighs from their mouths.

“Saintess, will you visit our house later?”

“Saintess! I’ll escort you! Saintess!”

“Saintess! Since I’ll buy something, could you hug me just once? Please share God’s blessings!”

Rosé made her way through the bustling crowd and headed towards the place she had agreed upon with the priest.

She was beginning to feel the power of this shabby, saintly attire.

‘Acting pitiful really works after all.’

How pitiful does she have to look for someone to invite her to their house? They’re probably offering food and a place to stay because she seemed so pitiful.

Indeed, torn and tattered saintly robes were the answer. Rosé’s trust in the priest who gave her the clothes skyrocketed rapidly.

“You’re here, Sister!”

Rosé bowed her waist to the priest as she waved her hand. It was her way of expressing gratitude, but the priest coughed violently, as if he had swallowed something wrong.

Her deep cleavage was the issue. Nothing looked more erotic than the way her ample br*asts and firm flesh pressed against each other.

“Priest, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Ahem, you’re much more splendid than I thought…”

Although he had seen many n*ked bodies of women before, this mysterious female body was a first. If there is a God, he wonders if He is nestled between those br*asts.

“Priest, what should I do now? I’ve brought plenty of goods from the market.”

Rosé chuckled as she shook her hefty bundle. In addition to the four items she couldn’t sell yesterday, she acquired thirty more today.

When the office manager tremblingly handed over the box of goods, it was quite comical. It seemed like he couldn’t even lift his head and could only stare at her chest because he felt guilty about what happened yesterday.

“It seems like you’ve already finished everything you needed to do. You’ve been excellent ever since being in God’s embrace… Ahem. It’s nothing.”

“Just because I put on a saintly robe?”

Although she may look very pitiful, perhaps this alone isn’t enough. The priest said as he touched his sweating neck with a hand.

“Yes, almost… But one thing, it would be good to change the target customer group.”

“Target customer group?”

“Yes. In my case, I have set women in their fifties as the main target customer group. In my opinion, it would be good for you, Sister, to target men in their twenties and thirties. What do you think?”

“Yes, that’s fine!”

She’s confident in targeting men in their thirties! They are around the same age as her, and most likely at an age where they would spend a lot of money.

The priest smiled satisfactorily and pointed to a nearby carriage.

“This is the carriage I have reserved. Take it to the mine.”

“The mine?”

“Yes. Most young men in Bistiman work in the mines.”

“Um… Will it not be a disturbance?”

When Rosé hesitated to agree, the priest widened his eyes and grabbed Rosé’s shoulders.

“Listen well, Sister. Money is never earned easily. You must go to the mine at least.”

“That’s true, but…”

“Aren’t young strong men with good stamina there? They would protect you with their lives even if you just smile gently.”

“I-I see….”

“You can do it, Sister. Believe in yourself.”

With that earnest advice, the priest rummaged through a leather bag and handed several small papers to Rosé, like admission tickets.

“Priest, what is this?”

“It’s one of my business secrets. It’s a sacred pledge permitted by the divine.”

“A sacred oath?”

Rosé scanned the papers handed by the priest with a skeptical look. Each paper had the seal of a temple and prayers written in tiny letters below.

“Remember. When they collect ten sheets, they will be granted the lips of the divine, and when they collect twenty sheets, they gain permission to be embraced by the divine.”

“What? What is this about…?”

“It means that for each item a customer buys, you must give them a sheet of the oath.”

Ah, like mileage points.

Rosé nodded solemnly with a deep realization once again. Indeed, the veteran peddler had a different approach. To think of applying a mileage system in this era.

“May Aramista’s light shine upon your day, Sister.”

The priest returned with a faithful face, clasped his hands together, and prayed. Rosé also joined her hands in prayer and then boarded the carriage.

It’s the saintess!

The saintess is leaving!

Saintess! I’ll tuck you in at night!

Upon seeing the departing carriage, the men waved their hands, jumped, sang, and went wild.

Rosé awkwardly smiled at the men waving their hands and then closed the curtain abruptly.

Is the life of a saintess this exhausting? Rosé, leaning her tired face against the window, let out a deep sigh.

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