"So, you've come to bring your bad luck to the Wine Goddess Cult, haven't you?" Amtea's blunt words almost made the elf boy cry.
Sylvanses hurried to explain, "No, it's not like that! I heard that the Envoy of Wine defeated that terrifying void envoy."
"I thought, if the Wine Goddess Cult is the strongest and most powerful cult, my luck would improve if I joined."
The former void envoy, who had been defeated, chuckled darkly.
"Welcome to the cult," Amtea said. "From today onward, you are a follower of the Goddess of Wine."
"See that big barrel over there? Your first task is to help me fill ten barrels with grapes."
"Okay! I'll work hard and won't disappoint you!" The elf boy's eyes sparkled with determination.
Grand Archpriest Emil shot Amtea a glare.
Despite her irritation, her heart was filled with sympathy for the unlucky elf boy.
