I Built an Orphanage to Pick Up and Sell Slaves and Orphans — But Apparently, I Was Mass-Producing Saintesses

The protagonist reincarnated into another world as an elf and ran an orphanage on the outskirts of town.

On the surface, it was a shelter for parentless children. In reality, it was a business where he picked up orphans and slaves, raised them, and sold them off.

“I’ve got bills to pay too. Sorry, but I’m collecting my investment.”

That’s what he told himself—he was just a slave trader.

But in truth, his selling prices were a fraction of the market rate. To the church, it was practically a donation.

Moreover, he only sold to reputable convents, churches, and noble houses—places where the children’s futures were guaranteed, with zero shady buyers.

As a result, the kids he sold off kept turning into exceptional saintesses, performing miracles all over the continent.

Finally, for certain reasons, the saintesses he had raised returned to the orphanage.

“Teacher!”

“… Who are you again?”

Worshipped by the grown-up saintesses who kept showing up, the protagonist clutched his head today as well, unable to do proper business.

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