Chapter 132 – Another World Milf – Saintess Arc (4)
133. Another World MILF – Saintess Arc (4)
Senior Knight MacCallin.
This man, MacCallin, was the only high-ranking holy knight in the Tierin Cathedral, and he took it upon himself to be the senior knight of all the other holy knights, leading them.
Even just holy knights were said to be a tremendous force in monster and demon subjugation, so a high-ranking holy knight… wouldn’t he be a high-level asset drafted to subjugate a demon king’s army or something?
Anyway, as MacCallin instructed, I changed into some shabby training clothes and returned to the training grounds. Of course, I wasn’t wearing light armor like the other holy knights sparring, but rather leather clothing to allow for easy movement.
“Oh. You’re here. Take this.”
MacCallin, who had been watching the holy knights with sharp eyes, noticed my arrival and handed me a wooden sword that he had gotten from somewhere.
A wooden sword of a size suitable for me to wield.
I had seen Karami and some other battle nuns training with wooden maces or swords, and receiving this made the training feel real.
He told me that I shouldn’t even think about using other weapons, at least not until I got bigger.
The holy knights’ weapons, other than swords, were typically flails and maces, all of which were incredibly heavy. Of course, there might be lighter ones if you looked, but their main purpose was to beat down monsters.
After enhancing themselves with divine power, they could just beat the crap out of things, which seemed kind of fun in its own way.
As I was swinging the wooden sword around with eyes full of interest, MacCallin chuckled and said,
“You want to swing it more, but put it down on that box for now. There’s a condition to becoming the owner of that wooden sword.”
His tone was becoming more gruff and hearty, completely in training mode.
“What is it?”
“Everything requires a certain level of stamina. First, let’s check your physical condition to see if you’re ready to learn swordsmanship.”
And so, I ended up doing some unexpected running, followed by push-ups and other exercises to prove my physical condition. Of course, I had a cheat-level physique, and I had been building my core with continuous waist exercises at the nunnery, so my body was in great shape.
“Hoo, hoo… How is it? Am I good enough to learn swordsmanship?”
“Oh! You’re quite fit, unlike what I expected. I thought you were a pampered young master… I guess I’ll have to take you seriously.”
From what he was saying, it seemed like he was planning to focus on building my basic stamina for a few days. MacCallin detached himself from the wooden fence he was leaning on and gestured for me to follow him.
-Clang!! Claaang!
-Thud. Thud. Thwack!
Amidst the vivid sounds of real swords clashing and the thuds of maces hitting shields, I passed by the holy knights and arrived in front of a wooden scarecrow.
“Alright. I’ll teach you the basics of swordsmanship.”
MacCallin started explaining the basics of swordsmanship, tapping the scarecrow.
The theoretical parts he mentioned were things I had vaguely heard somewhere back in the modern world.
The most essential moves: thrusting and slashing.
He swung his wooden sword to demonstrate, showing in slow motion how to hold the overall stance and how to apply force.
Slashing, which covers a large area of damage by drawing an arc.
Thrusting, which has a relatively small area but can be quick and, if lucky, inflict fatal damage.
Of course, since I was a complete beginner, MacCallin prioritized teaching me the slashing motion and correcting my posture. It was more important to inflict reliable damage than to do something pointless.
-Tap! Tap!
As he instructed, I firmly held the sword with both hands to avoid straining my wrist, and then slashed the scarecrow in an arc.
“Good. Your posture isn’t bad. But when you’re swinging down from above like that… try to feel like you’re lowering your arm from the midpoint. You’re putting too much force on your grip, and you’ll strain your wrist after a few swings. Again.”
I held my posture like that for about ten minutes, and since I had some personal questions, I kept asking about swordsmanship.
“What do you do when there’s a real enemy in front of you? They’ll keep moving.”
“Good question. Of course, the opponent isn’t a fool, so they won’t just stand still. That’s why your leg stance and movement are so important. The stride and width should be like this, so you don’t accidentally cut your own foot…”
Slashing. Thrusting. Judging distance.
The basic theoretical knowledge was sinking into my mind.
“Judging distance while thrusting. Judging distance while slashing. All your movements are derived from and linked to what you’ve learned. If you start using divine power or magic, you can create more links and variations… but for now, this is enough.”
“Haa… Haa… I’ll keep that in mind.”
Indeed… Just from a short lesson, I could see the direction I needed to go.
He was practically a top-tier instructor. It was really easy to understand.
I didn’t know how much time had passed. Sweat was pouring down my face, and a hot sensation was rising from inside my training clothes.
“Let’s take a break. There’s no need to overwork muscles you’re not used to from the start.”
As MacCallin said, I leaned against a wooden fence to rest, and he seemed like he had something he wanted to say, so he cautiously looked at me and spoke.
“There are quite a few novices your age who wield swords, so it’s not strange… but Raul, why do you want to learn swordsmanship? Is it your dream to become an adventurer like the other men in this city?”
At his question, I almost put on a fake act and said, ‘To protect the weak…!’ but for some reason, I wanted to be honest with MacCallin, so I barely held back.
Maybe the mask had dulled from all the passionate sweating.
“Because learning swordsmanship is fun. It’s also cool. And it would be nice if I could protect myself while being an adventurer.”
No matter how good sex is, I can’t just live doing that. Living as a king in a limited space might be fun, but I wanted to at least have a stepping stone where I could stand on my own two feet.
“Fun, huh… I’m just asking, but you know that wielding a weapon comes with responsibility, right?”
A sharp point, befitting a holy knight.
I quickly waved my hands in denial, and without any room for misunderstanding, I hinted at my pure romanticism.
“Hah… You’re an incredibly honest guy. Well, fine. At least I know you’re full of the will to learn. It’s rare to be interested in actual combat so early… Hmm.”
During the break, MacCallin used the spare time to give me some practical tips.
Since my build was small, practicing upward slashes with my shoulder would be helpful. And I should avoid blocking attacks as much as possible and instead dodge them… In a way, they were all common-sense things.
Anyway, I listened to everything he said without missing a word.
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“…Disciple. Disciple!”
“…………Ah. Yes, yes?”
“Hehe. You seemed to be thinking about something even during dinner. It’s just that the nuns are waiting.”
“Ah…”
Dinner at the nunnery dining hall.
A long rectangular table that could seat at least dozens of people, with nuns sitting on both sides, eating their food while glancing at me.
I was sitting blankly at the head of the table, and Beleani, one of the women sitting closest to me, smiled and urged me. By the way, since the saintess was here, they were still wearing normal nun’s habits, except in the dormitories.
Snapping out of it, I turned my head to look at the ‘nuns who were waiting.’
Three nuns standing next to me, their cheeks flushed, their lips slightly pursed, and their mouths wet.
They were the regular nuns on duty for dinner today… and their only job was this.
To crawl under my legs and suck my dick while I ate.
Under Beleani’s rules, the nuns on duty would continue their service with just enough stimulation to not interfere with my meal, and when I ejaculated, the three of them would gather their mouths and eat my semen deliciously.
Of course, this was also the dinner for the nuns on duty.
“Um, today I’m a bit… tired. I’m sorry, but could you do it next time?”
The three nuns, who were preparing to crawl underneath, looked crestfallen at my answer. Then, they composed their expressions and returned to their original places.
But it was clear at a glance that their shoulders were slumped.
Ugh. I feel bad. I had some things to think about, and I wasn’t in the mood…
A dinner gathering with all the beautiful nuns.
The reason why I was spacing out, unlike my usual self, was because I was unconsciously pondering about the swordsmanship I had learned earlier.
“I, I see. If you’re tired, there’s nothing we can do. I heard you had self-training at the cathedral until the afternoon… You must be exhausted. …Will you be doing it tomorrow too?”
“Yes. That’s right. So I’m going to bed a little early today.”
“…………Understood.”
Beleani also answered as politely as possible, but she looked clearly shocked. It was probably because it was the first time I had ever refused anything related to sex.
And so, I refused the dinner fellatio and devoured the food in front of me like a glutton.
‘Today’s is the best.’
No joke, it tasted the best out of all the meals I’d had at the nunnery so far.
Back in my room, I lay down on the bed and looked up.
But unlike usual, my gaze wasn’t on the ceiling, but on the wooden sword. I held the wooden sword that I had begged MacCallin for tightly in both hands and stared at the tip of the sword.
Swish…
And I slowly recalled the sensation of swinging it in an arc.
I diligently reviewed what I had learned in my head, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“This is fun.”
How long had it been since I had focused so hard on something? As far as I could remember, it was probably the first time since I was a kid playing basketball with my cousins. And since I learned from a veteran, this felt even more fulfilling.
But I feel like I’m forgetting something important… What is it?
Feeling a nagging unease in the back of my mind, I put down the wooden sword and thought hard.
Ah, right. The Saintess conquest.
“……………”
Well, it’ll work out somehow. There’s always a chance!
I quickly organized my thoughts and raised the wooden sword above my head again.
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A few days later, at the outdoor training grounds of the Tierin Cathedral.
“Raul, stop your sword for a moment.”
“Yes!”
I was sweating profusely while hitting the scarecrow alone, and I stopped my sword at the sound of MacCallin’s voice, who had come close at some point.
“You’re stepping, so you’re imagining a moving opponent? That’s a good intention. Of course, there are some inefficient parts… but you’re quite fast. Your waist movement is also very flexible. I’ll show you how to approach it. When you’re wearing leather clothes or light armor, lower your center of gravity a bit more, like this…”
“Hmm. Indeed…”
I focused on MacCallin’s surprisingly flexible hip and butt movements, and the way his feet quickly touched the ground. To outsiders, his movements might look ridiculous, but I couldn’t ignore them.
Because I knew how much of an advantage his movements would give in actual combat.
As I was focusing with a serious expression, he looked at me intently and grinned.
“Haha… This is really something. Just now, and even when you’re facing the scarecrow, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone with such a serious face. Are you itching to try actual combat? If so, I’ll help you.”
MacCallin said that and picked up a wooden sword from the display stand.
‘Sparring!’
“Then… I’m in your care!”
I was shining with excitement at the opportunity for an over-the-top private lesson.
