Alice moved down the orphanage corridor with a basket on her arm.
The disguise artifact Professor Catherine had given her made her look like a human.
Without it she would have a hard time moving without attracting attention.
Right now, she was completing one of the requirements of her S-rank Holy Priestess Class: helping one thousand people.
The dining room smelled of hot bread and stew.
Children lined up with the casual disorder of a small storm.
Elbows, laughter and the occasional tug-of-war over spoons went on.
Alice moved through them handing out bowls and bread.
She watched a boy with one front tooth missing grin at her, then duck his head and press a folded drawing into her palm.
His cheeks went pink the moment her fingers closed around the paper.
"F-For you," he mumbled.
Alice took the picture without changing her expression.
She patted his head the same way the orphanage director did when she wanted to reassure someone and didn't want to ruffle their pride.
