The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

Whitedon City

Towards the center part of the city on Exviton road, there was a tall white building. It was standing upright with its tall shiny structure that seemed to reflect light.

This building was the Town Hall of Whitedon city and currently it had a replacement working for its own replacement (Seman).

The replacement of the replacement is actually going to be the successor of both the replacement and the real leader… as confusing as they may sound.

Margaret was inside her father's office at the moment and was looking at the city's papers, the same work that he would do, she was doing it. Even more so, she was doing it better than him.

What was the difference between them? Was it the less amount she wasted on matters or was it because she was much more efficient than him?

Even if both were pretty much the truth, the real difference was that she was ready to cut off unnecessary costs that wouldn't do any good for the city.

Support for Alms to the Central Poor group that only put alms in their own pocket… Rejected!

Creating new roads and places for the Entertainment and Rich district that already had new improved ones just two years ago… Rejected!

Giving money to Nobles who need them on their prospects… the idea was good enough, unfortunately neither the prospect nor the noble was valuable enough so, Rejected!

Margaret cut off many of such unnecessary pocket burners and put the money to places that would actually do good for the city.

Humanitarian project for research and creation of new medicine through prohibited means… Approved!

Debts and clearance of those that did their due for the city through unlawful process… Approved!

Giving a blank check to her own secret military force under the eyes of everyone… Approved!

As you can see, Margaret was doing her utmost to make sure that her city's views were always at front. She denied anything that was wasteful for both her and her people.

Sure, that brought her a hefty number of enemies already wanting to plot her downfall and reject her as the future leader of the city, but it wasn't a big problem to her.

Her secret force was there to take care of such problems… discreetly.

Hmm… Tell her father of her actions and wron- Right doings?

Why on the Goddesses name would she ever do that?

Telling Henry?

Well… that wasn't out of the question, especially when he himself did such maneuvers and even gave her some ideas for it.

Henry's laid-back behavior and his astute mind on such means was the reason why Margaret found him attractive. Sure, there was the huge figure of his with monstrous levels of muscles wanting to rip out of his body, but all in all, she liked Henry for who he really is.

Of course, there are a lot like him (Mentally) in the world and some may even be better than him in terms of intelligence, but Henry just seemed like the only kind in the world. Something that attracted Margaret and made her want to have him.

This was why, Margaret Religias went for him, even while knowing how her sweet, innocent and stupid little sister had the hots for him.

To her, Margaret had only one thing to say, "Sorry sis, but I called Dibs."

A word that seemed strange and funny at the same time, Henry taught her that.

In the time she spent with him coming to her city, she learned quite a bit about him and other things.

How he is such a genius that it only took him two weeks from knowing nothing about swords and defeating her little sister.

If it was anyone else, Margaret would never had believed them. Because it was totally crazy and that her sister may be stupid and other things but she is also a genius in regards of sword fighting.

A trait, Margaret herself would say she comes second to Samantha.

Yet, she heard from both him and her sister about his brilliance. Also, let's not forget the fact, Henry did not have the figure he has today… some would even have called him Obese, but Margaret would NEVER say that in front of him.

"Haa…"

Helena, Margaret's childhood friend and her most trusted Maid/Assistant, looked at her Best Friend/Madam through the baskets of paperwork in shock.

It wasn't strange for a person to sigh out when they are working so hard, but it was for Margaret. She had seen her work in the academy under much worse pressure and didn't see her sigh… at least not until the next year when one of teacher was engaged in a student-teacher sexual scandal.

Even then, Margaret didn't seem to have this obscured yet somewhat worried face on her back then… it almost seemed like she was missing someone.

But that couldn't be true, this was Margaret, her friend that was way too boyish that even she at first thought she was a he and only learned that she was a she when she first saw that Margaret didn't have a pecker.

It was a very surprising moment for her at the age of 9… especially when she knew her since 5.

"Margaret… is something wrong?" She asked, cautiously.

Helena knew her friend didn't like wasting time during work, so she had to be cautious when opening her mouth.

"Hmm… why? Does it seem like I have something wrong with me?" Margaret asks while her full focus was on the paper about a certain noble throwing a party for his son's nuptial and politely asking some cash for it.

"No, it just seemed like you are worried about something."

"Helena, what did I say about disturbing me with nonsensical things?" Margaret said as she politely rejected the guy with 10 full sentences.

Helena smiled wryly, "I know, I was just trying to make small conversations."

Margaret didn't reply her but Helena saw the knit on her brow still remained. So she thought hard about it before asking again.

"You sure you're not worried about something… or someone… like Mr. Tax?"

Margaret who was writing nonstop, rejecting many and approving some, stopped for a brief second before continuing again, "…I don't know what you're talking about."

She denied, but Helena saw it.

It was brief but she saw it and instantly jumped up to point at her, "Bullshit! I clearly saw you pause there!"

Margaret didn't back down and pointed the pen perilously, "And I remain with my previous standing, you have no evidence!"

Helena backed three steps away with a horrified look, "You're asking for evidence? Then that just proves my accusations more!"

"How is that even make sense… while actually making sense?" Margaret asked, half serious, half cautious. Then she sighed, "So what if I am worried?"

"About Lord Tax?" Helena asked and ran with full speed until her face was inches away from Margaret, "You actually love him?!"

Margaret shoved her face back, "Love, are you stupid?"

"Really? Then why are you marrying him?" Helena said and grabbed both her hands while looking up with a charmed look, "I always thought that you would marry someone who would carry you around in a princess carry and do romantic things to you and give a princely smile that would just burn your heart."

"If he did burn my heart, why would I marry him?" Margaret stopped her from opening her mouth, "I know what you meant and besides the last part, he can do everything else anyway… maybe even better than your princes."

"That is true… then why are you so worried about him if he can already handle himself?"

"It's not that I'm worried about him per say… it's the others around him."

Margaret sighed again, "His history doesn't reassure good things to those around him."