The Saint and The Devil of Another World! Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The faithful or unfaithful Meeting?!

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The world of Orbis. A land blessed by the Goddess of Light, Minerva, where peace and life flourished beneath her loving embrace. Where farmers could safely harvest their crops. Where children could laugh and play freely. Where cities thrived with noise and life. Ah… Surely this was the future the Goddess intended. And I, her humble servant, was proud to witness it. … “Hey, Elaine! What are you standing around for!? You’re spilling the tea on the customer!” “Ah?!” I hurriedly straightened myself. “M-My deepest apologies, Master…! P-Please forgive me… nya…” That’s right. In this modern world lovingly shaped by the Goddess… Farmers now harvest crops using giant steel machines with wheels instead of beasts. Children spend their time staring into glowing devices resembling magic orbs called “video games.” And the cities… Far too loud. Far too fast. Goddess Minerva… Was this truly your intention when you summoned the Heroes? I, the Saintess, still search for the answer. “Ahh, what a mess you made again, Elaine,” Nodoka sighed. “You’ve worked here longer than me, but somehow I feel like I’m the senior employee.” “It’s alright, Nodoka-chan,” the customer laughed. “Elaine-chan’s main appeal is her airheaded clumsiness after all, hehe.” … What is this pig talking about? Should I pour tea directly onto his ugly face? And Nodoka, why are you smiling?! Still… I suppose her role here is the “responsible older sister.” At least, that was what the manager said. Though personally, I believe she tolerates far too much disrespect from customers. “Hah… I am truly sorry, Master nya… Elaine-chan will never repeat this mistake again… nya…” The pig’s face brightened immediately. “That’s alright, Elaine-chan! You’re forgiven!” … In the end, this fool forgives every mistake I make. Not only him, but most customers do. I truly do not understand this establishment. Why do people pay for this? Is this not deeply disrespectful behavior? Had a servant acted this way in a noble estate, they would have been dismissed instantly. Some nobles would call for execution over repeated incompetence. And yet these customers only smile. … Are these people the real saints? “Still,” the customer continued while adjusting his expensive coat, “you girls should really be grateful.” “…?” “The old ways are dead, aren’t they? If the Heroes hadn’t modernized the world, places like this wouldn’t even exist.” Ah. One of those people. Nodoka’s smile stiffened slightly. The customer leaned back proudly. “Honestly, I think people are too attached to the past. Temples, churches, old traditions… you should move on already.” He gestured around the café. “This is the future! Entertainment, industry, freedom! Thanks to the Heroes, even former nuns can earn proper money now.” … Ah. So that was his true enjoyment. Not the tea. Not the atmosphere. Not even the girls. No. He simply enjoyed watching the faithful kneel. “I mean seriously,” he laughed, “that old Goddess faith was way too stiff. The Hero Churches are much more fun. Have you seen the shrine maidens there? Way cuter too.” … Nodoka quietly grabbed my sleeve. A signal. Please endure it. As expected of Nodoka. A responsible employee. Unfortunately— I was never responsible. “Elaine-chan,” the customer grinned, “do the apology properly this time.” “…?” “The cat one.” … “Elaine…” Nodoka whispered urgently, “please calm down…” No. I had already calmed down. Too calm. So calm, in fact, that I was beginning to understand why demons enjoyed violence. “Nya,” I muttered with dead eyes. “Louder.” “Nya…” “More feeling!” What is wrong with civilization? “NYA-” An Individual suddenly rose from his seat loudly. A cold silent permeates the café as the tall man wearing a cheap black vest stood up. Ah. A demon. Not unusual. Demons were common nowadays. Still unpopular in richer districts, though. The man glanced around lazily before speaking. “One canned coffee.” “…Sir,” the manager said nervously, “this is a maid café.” “…Then one maid café canned