Chapter 75 – Trainee’s Diary [Ronin & Arya & Ner-Sama] (1)
Any animal would be like that, but humans are especially adept at expressing emotions with their faces.
To express emotions without hesitation.
I think it is a universal characteristic and strength of human beings.
Using various emotions organically according to the situation is a weapon in itself.
They express their emotions to assert their interests, sometimes buy sympathy, and sometimes make allies.
Ah, what a cunning social animal.
He shook his head lightly.
I had to refine the thoughts that were going according to the stream of consciousness.
If you bounce too much, your stomach will go to the mountain.
In fact, there is a reason for continuing thoughts that are close to rubbish.
I saw a person sitting in the front.
Black hair that reaches to the shoulder line and a small egg-shaped face.
Eyebrows that seemed to be drawn softly with a brush, and irises with a light like a black crystal.
A smooth nose with no skin troubles and lips tinged with pink like cherry blossom petals.
Overall, the girl with a youthful face gave off a melancholy atmosphere.
It was never that I did anything to her, or scolded her.
You can swear to the Goddess of Erotic Love.
Why would you do such a fleeting thing?
He let out a heavy sigh.
“Are you bored of learning the sex law, saintess?”
Yes.
I was teaching her saintess the basics of her sexuality.
When the offer came in, I thought it was just some kind of boring joke.
That’s right, isn’t she a saint!
A saintess can’t use the sex law?
It was as absurd as saying that the hero couldn’t use a sword and that the demon king was good.
However, in reality, the saintess couldn’t use her sex method, and I was calm on the outside, but on the inside, I wanted to open her mouth and turn away from reality.
What did the saintess get through beating? I resisted wanting to ask.
Because I didn’t mean to say it to her face.
Anyway, that was the reality.
Is there a sharp number?
I am a priest who is excellent at compromising with reality.
So, am I not explaining her sex law to the saintess with all my enthusiasm and sincerity?
Even that is sluggish.
A girl who was promoted to be a saint of sexual love.
Miss Arya Rameld smiled as decadently as a flower that would soon wither.
Even to me, a priest invited from outside, that smile seemed to have some complicated circumstances.
“… It’s not like that.”
I guess so.
It was enough to show that he was working hard.
“Is it because my teaching is insufficient?”
The saintess sighed with her melancholy face.
“No, I can understand the words very well, but I can’t handle the holy power very well.”
Yes.
Arya Rameld.
As far as the holy power inherent in her body was a natural girl, she did not know how to deal with it.
That part was sensuous, so it was difficult to explain.
How do you move your hands and feet?
No matter how detailed this is, there are inherent limitations.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come.”
Well, the condition is serious.
That is not self-objectification.
It’s just self-indulgence.
I suggested rubbing my temple, which was starting to ache.
“Holy Lady, shall we take a break?”
Arya took a negative view.
“I can’t do that, because I have to learn what I have to learn. Sorry for not being able to focus. The priest must have put a lot of effort into teaching an eight-year-old like me.”
It wasn’t just a face-to-face apology to escape the situation.
I could feel the sincerity in her words that I couldn’t hide.
However, she didn’t even feel like the words she uttered because she sincerely wanted to learn her surname.
To put it bluntly, it sounded like an abused child talking to himself with compulsion.
Hmmm, this will only make it worse.
“Saint Arya.”
“Yes.”
At my call, the girl trembled and lowered her gaze.
She didn’t even raise her voice?
I looked at the despondent saintess and warmly rebuked her.
“Rather than crumpling a sex method that doesn’t even come into your head, how about taking a walk with me lightly?”
When you can’t concentrate, you can’t do anything.
In this case, it is better to ventilate the atmosphere.
It was a method often used when teaching children with poor concentration.
“… May I?”
Fortunately, my intention was well received by her saintess.
She is a saint on the same level as a child with poor concentration.
If you tell anyone, you will be charged with all sorts of blasphemy and arrested.
I don’t have anyone I have any friends to talk to.
“There is nothing impossible.”
“Thank you for caring me.”
“Nothing to say, because I was also in a frustrating position.”
Arya rose from her seat.
And for some reason she looked at me with a gloomy gaze.
I questioned her gaze.
“Why is that?”
“That, your gaze is a bit blatant.”
As if the saintess was embarrassed to speak, she couldn’t meet my gaze and replied.
Only then did I know where my eyes were headed.
I was looking at her puffy chest, to put it bluntly, at her breasts.
It was a disrespectful look at anyone’s eyes.
“Sorry. Holy Maiden.”
If it was a man, he had no choice but to turn toward it reflexively.
How can I turn a blind eye to my trembling heart?
It was a lame excuse.
This is probably because of his lack of qualifications as a priest.
“Oh, no. There is nothing to apologize for.”
“Please keep it secret from others.”
I wonder if there will be a social burial on the day rumors circulate that he harbored an obsession with the saintess’ body. No, I don’t want to, it will be a store.
She gave a somewhat sad smile.
“… There is nothing difficult about it.”
It was a sticky word like a thick shadow, but I turned away.
It’s because I had the theory that it’s better not to get entangled in the first place.
Anyway, the saintess of this generation seems to be sensitive to her gaze.
She’s got a body like that, so that’s understandable.
The saintess has a voluptuous body that is ferocious unlike her harmless appearance like a herbivore.
She had big breasts that showed lines even though she was wearing holy clothes, a well-opened hips and a slim waist.
Of the men who walked her path, nine out of ten had a body that would attract attention.
Perhaps, if she hadn’t held the position of a saint, she would not have blown out a nonsensical work phrase.
Are goddesses choosing her saints based on her looks these days?
She erased the blasphemous thought and opened her mouth.
“Then shall we go?”
Take a walk with the saint during the time to learn her surname.
She was a small deviation, but shouldn’t she, who has lived according to her rules and standards, have some time to catch her breath?
At least I thought so.
* * *
I wondered if a woman would like a flower garden, so I went to the garden inside the church.
Unfortunately, Arya Rameld was as dark as ever.
I wonder if the flower garden was my stupid way of thinking.
Still, it’s subtle to blame yourself.
Because she was a woman whose expression, which was completely hardened like a plaster statue, was slightly relaxed.
Wouldn’t it be because you came out of the stuffy inside to the outside where you can breathe at least?
What did she do to make her look like a saint?
Do you think I came to teach you the sex law, to make a little girl feel better?
Dissatisfaction soared for a moment, but her magical appearance wiped away such negative views.
I guess that’s why she’s a saint.
Just by looking at her face, her faith is growing rapidly.
No
Even if you look at the other side, not just your face, your faith rises…
Let’s go here
The saintess’ eyes are fierce.
I hurried first to hide my awkwardness.
“Are you feeling a little better?”
“Is it obvious?”
“It was the face of a child with a death wound.”
“… I am not a child, I am.”
Pint is weird.
Besides, it feels young, perhaps because it’s said by a girl who looks like she’s in her early twenties at most.
I went on, brushing off the child’s complaints, as any skilled adult would do.
“Don’t get discouraged, everyone needs time.”
“Is that so.”
“Yes. You will learn it properly sooner or later.”
I didn’t properly mention ‘Sex Law’.
The reason is that he was nominally a priest who ‘teaches manners including behavior and manners’.
It wasn’t something to be proud of that her saintess couldn’t use her surname, so my teaching her was done in secret.
No, since she is making such an effort, she told me to find a saintess who uses the Holy Law from the beginning.
“You don’t have to push yourself. You know I’m not talented.”
Did you read my hidden expression?
The saintess reflected her gloomy face.
She seemed to think she was the unhappiest person in the world, which made her a little annoyed.
Is that why?
There is a bone in her words.
“Saint Aria doesn’t know people without real talent.”
“… Yes?”
“At least, doesn’t the saintess possess enormous holy power?”
“So, isn’t it the holy power that I can’t even move?”
“It’s a hundred, a thousand times better than not having a handful of holy power.”
“…”
“I mean, the starting line is different. If Saint Aria makes a little effort, she will be able to use her surname much more easily than those who struggle and immerse themselves in it. So I hope you don’t give off the atmosphere that I’m unhappy with such a gloomy expression. Because the power you have is the power that someone has been longing for.”
Somehow, after I finished talking, the tone became something like, “Don’t frown and make an effort.”
Shit.
This is why overindulgence is not good.
“Are you trying to cheer me on?”
Arya Rameld reacted in wonder, widening her eyes like a squirrel.
It’s much nicer to look at than dead.
I twisted my lips and let out an awkward laugh.
“Ah, what. That’s right, but it’s really embarrassing because there’s no one to talk to.”
She opened her mouth, repeated her close.
Looking at it, it looks like a carp or crucian carp.
It’s like a child trying to say something to her but her speechless.
“Do you have anything to say?”
As I hit the ball, Arya bit her lower lip gently.
Uh, are you mad?
As I quickly apologized, she said the girl vomited.
“… Thank you. Thank you for comforting me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Well, what did you say your name was?”
Somehow, when I explained it, he seemed to be overhearing it, but he seems to have forgotten his name.
I made a look of disappointment on purpose.
“Didn’t I tell you before?”
“I-I can’t remember the name well.”
“Ner-sama is called Maraud. Please remember this time.”
The saintess nodded her head.
It seems that the depressed feeling has been relieved.
Now, shall we go back to the classroom?
* * *
After the lecture, the brightened saintess left her room.
I was also going to come out with some teaching aids, or teaching aids for short.
If she did, that means she didn’t.
“How is the attitude of the saintess in class?”
A Honam-type guy who looks good with a parted hair came up with a question.
I patted the collected books on the desk to adjust the height of the books before opening my mouth.
“It’s a mess. You can’t concentrate.”
“You say so. Hmm.”
Momentary silence.
He spoke quietly to her.
“Do you need corporal punishment?”
Corporal punishment
It was not a normal speech.
I think I know a little bit about why the saintess is trembling.
I twist the corners of my eyes and make a bright expression artificially.
“Is it necessary? There seems to be enough enthusiasm to learn. Ronin Priest.”
Ronin Priest.
He had an eerie smile somewhere.
“Isn’t it a mess?”
“Because there must be several factors that prevent the saintess from concentrating on her classes.”
“What if it is a factor?”
“Like ‘abuse’.”
Shit.
A slight incontinence went on the face of the ronin priest.
He immediately corrected his complexion, but it was right after he had already checked the expression.
That’s not a very welcome response.
I expected.
“Oh, that’s an interesting inference. Who would dare to do such a disquieting thing to the saintess?”
Are you hot?
I look at the man in front of me with such a smile.
“I was only guessing at one of the factors.”
A guy about the same age as me.
I met eyes with Ronin.
His eyes were insidious as if harboring darkness.
These guys are usually the ones with the back.
Just as my doubts were about to deepen, he clapped his hands.
“Would you like to stop talking about this and have a meal together?”
I shook my hand and declined.
“I’m sorry, but it’s okay. I am unexpectedly busy working out a class curriculum to educate the saintess.”
Perhaps because of the ritual, the Ronin priest had no regrets.
“Is that so.”
“Yes. Then I’m just…”
“It might not be polite to catch someone who is busy, but the saintess wants it.”
Exactly, it didn’t look like he had lingering feelings.
… Are you referring to students here?
I glared at him, but he made a mean face, saying, ‘You started it first, didn’t you?’.
A sigh came out of my mouth.
In future education, there is nothing good about having a bad relationship with the saintess.
After packing up, I said.
“You take the lead. Ronin Priest.”
“All right.”
Of course.
The place he was taken to was not a restaurant I knew.
It was a ‘restaurant’ in another sense.
