90. Gratitude
It was written that it was scheduled for demolition, but
Because it has not been demolished yet.
I lifted up Paula, who was repeatedly sobbing and sobbing like a cassette being played continuously.
Perhaps because I heard it from behind,
Paula has not yet been able to discern between right and wrong.
“Ugh! It’s not demolition date yet! I’m sorry! I’m not going to ask for it to be delayed anymore-“
“Paula.”
“Huh?”
She hears my voice and turns around.
She seemed to stand still and just rolled her eyes,
She realized that it was me who lifted her, As soon as she realized that the reason was not to throw herself out of her temple.
The eyes, which were otherwise moist, were filled with moisture again.
He hugged my neck like that,
She whispers with a voice mixed with joy and resentment in a ratio of 9 to 1.
“Instructor Niim… She said she would come quickly…”
“The work took a bit longer.”
After waiting for her saintly woman’s whimpering heart to calm down, she carefully put it down.
And she asked.
“What happened?”
“Well, it’s because I didn’t thank you.”
“Yes?”
It’s okay to ask this question, but
I had a strong feeling that this had meaning.
“Suddenly, people with scary expressions… Came into the temple and searched it, saying that I had violated something… That I was less than thankful…”
Due to her stolen childhood, a saint who lacks much general knowledge other than her doctrines.
Even now, she was weak both mentally and physically.
I ended up completing a sentence that I had no idea what was being said. Even a linguist would not be able to interpret this.
What should I do? Should I go back to the main auditorium and listen to the situation properly? Wouldn’t that be better?
At that moment, I felt an act of popularity behind me.
And then a familiar voice was heard.
“Uh, um… Is there a saint?”
It was a voice as young as that of a saint, but
No one knows her age.
“I’m sorry for keeping bringing you bad news. I tried to delay it as much as possible, but the demolition date…Huh?”
The usual playfulness has completely disappeared,
I made eye contact with the principal, whose voice was crawling like an observant puppy.
Thank goodness.
You can hear it properly here.
“…When did you come?”
“I just returned.”
“No, if you’re here, you should at least come say hello… Why are you coming from here?”
Knowing that Ivan personally cared greatly for the saint, I spoke to the principal, who was also aware of my concerns.
“First of all, I want to go in and listen.”
“Uh, um. Let’s do it.”
After I hugged Paula again,
The door to the small temple was opened.
Squeak-
What was reflected in my eyes was the usual temple.
It was an everyday scene.
Nothing is broken, and all the statues are where they should be. The original temple.
However, there is just one surprise.
“Huh.”
Every object that catches the eye. Objects. Red scabs even stuck to the walls and floor.
Originally heard only in words in the world,
This place has become a place with a sinister atmosphere, as if ‘people who have gone as far as they can’ live.
Of course, there were no believers.
The Paula I was holding had her head down, as if she couldn’t see it.
The principal stood next to him hesitantly,
I looked away as if I was embarrassed.
It was a scary moment.
Did you even turn to gambling while I was away?
But, thanks to one word from the principal who gritted his teeth.
“You put a lot on it, you bastards of the Board of Audit and Inspection…”
I was able to put together, however briefly, the puzzle of Paula’s random words.
“Paula, do you know the meaning of auditor?”
“…Aren’t they people from the religious sect? I don’t usually give thanks, so I felt embarrassed and decided to go to the temple-“
“Ah.”
So creative…
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Special freesia tea.
A mental and physical stabilizer that has been carefully formulated to make your stomach feel sweeter than usual.
As soon as she drank it, she relaxed and began to doze off, but she was a saint.
I didn’t need to wake him up.
In order to get the saint to participate in the story, you first have to make her understand that the Board of Audit and Inspection is not a professional thank you man dispatched from the church. Because there is no need for that.
Someone who can summarize it more simply than that.
The interview with the principal began.
“Honestly, it is difficult to accept that the Board of Audit and Inspection is coming to the Academy.”
This is a military base in another world.
It is a more closed place than anywhere else.
The Empire sending an auditor?
It may be possible. No, it is rather natural.
However, I have never experienced an event like this in the game.
Every time I came, the principal greeted me at the door.
And, since they were dispatched ‘perfunctorily’ anyway, it was normal to just assume that the imperial family of the empire was like that too.
A place that leads the future of the empire, where even the imperial family is reluctant to interfere.
Russell is in that kind of position.
But, it already happened.
She needed to know why.
Soon, the principal spoke heavily.
“First of all… Let me be clear. It was my mistake.”
“A mistake?”
“This is what happened when I tried to reduce work. To summarize, but to be more specific…”
Soon the story began.
The situation was like this.
There have been quite a few major incidents since the new academy semester started this year.
Every time, Ivan and Miho. And my students saved the situation from getting to its worst.
And, that achievement.
From the perspective of the accepting principal,
He said his shoulders were quite shrugged.
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“Honestly, there is about one death per semester. It’s mainly idiots who can’t overcome their youthful spirit and make life-or-death decisions with Mana dolls without a shield.”
“…I see.”
“But, things like that have happened. Accidents usually come from insensitivity to safety, but you’ve blocked even that. You say you got through a semester without an accident. So, I stopped getting excited…”
All first-year students almost fell behind at least once,
In the end, no one died.
They have experienced with their own hands the harshness of reality, and have become people who think their lives are a waste.
Truly paradoxical,
This semester has become the ‘most uneventful’ semester in Russell’s history.
The principal had a hunch.
If there is any gratitude you will receive someday, it is now.
No matter how much you are Russell, if you continue to ignore the Empire’s advice, you will start to notice.
The explanation and resolution all came back as a burden for the principal to resolve.
Let’s take this opportunity and live with her heart expanded. The Board of Audit and Inspection was brought in with the feeling that
“So, what’s at stake? Velen? Or the Great Hall terrorist incident?”
“I completely erased that. I also strictly ordered students to join. However, an unexpected tackle came in.”
What they found wasn’t that great.
Records of small incidents that could be called happenings just before vacation.
It was a record of Moriam’s dismissal that I kept hidden because I thought, ‘No way, I’m going to search this far.’
“Was Moriam such a powerful person?”
“No, no. They didn’t catch that. They probably don’t even know who Moriam is to begin with. The problem is-“
“What’s the problem?”
“That process. So, the record that the main auditorium was robbed once during the night ended up in their hands.”
“Ah.”
The instructor’s private room was robbed.
Even at night. Breaking through the Southern instructor on duty.
The Board of Audit and Inspection who found that record probably thought it was right. I guess I wanted to at least cheer.
“I was excited, very. I was wondering if this made sense, the management of the students was becoming lax and all… I just wanted to meet my performance, so I guess it would be okay to say it worked out well.”
Under the justification that ‘student management is a mess’,
What was adopted as an example sacrifice?
She became a saint who wore holy clothes alone.
In fact, this is probably also a ‘performance-based’ reason.
If the fact remains that she led the saints of that great order as an auditor, she would probably receive a lot of attention.
Their cause and logic was this.
“Why is a temple needed at the academy? The students’ condition is such that religious activities are a luxury. To put it bluntly, it’s not a false claim…”
Living in a temple, not a dormitory,
She wears a saint’s uniform rather than a school uniform.
The person named Paula Maria was both a student and a saint.
Now you have to choose.
If you want to remain a student, act like one.
Because religion doesn’t help in the fight.
This is really a problem.
The problem was that it wasn’t completely wrong.
As I frowned,
Paula, who had been sitting and dozing, suddenly raised her head.
My complexion turned pale.
“Bah, footsteps…! Those are profane footsteps…!”
“Footsteps? I can’t hear them.”
“Ah, Lord Arca…! This is too much of an ordeal for a lowly shepherd… I’m scared…!”
Surprisingly, what she said was true.
No sooner had I finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock-
“Ugh! Please tell me I’m not there!”
…I guess I really suffered a lot.
It was surprising to hear footsteps, to the point where I thought they were from the Board of Audit and Inspection.
But, I dragged the saint out.
This is an ordeal that we will face someday.
Let’s take a look at that face.
Snap-
“Student Paula Maria. She keeps saying that the demolition will not be canceled if she goes inside and protests. We’re both just tired… Hmm?”
The Board of Audit and Inspection continued speaking while flipping through the documents in his hand, without even looking in this direction.
As if she knew that the person standing in front of her was not a small saint, she raised her head and looked at me.
“Who are you?”
“I am Miss Paula’s direct teacher.”
“Ah… Professor Emeritus Ivan Kherson. Is that correct? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
If I were to describe the man in front of me simply,
He was a man who seemed to be measured with a ruler.
He must be the type of person who gets really hurt when someone tells him that he is not the Board of Audit and Inspection, so he wears a red uniform that looks like it was measured with a ruler and even has a badge attached to it.
“I’m late in introducing myself. I’m Carlson, head of the Imperial Audit Department. The person behind me is also in the same department.”
Another female auditor standing behind him as if to protect him.
I quickly scanned them one by one.
He was introduced as Carlson, but overall his stats were good.
Surprisingly, it had no unique abilities.
This is an issue that makes one wonder whether it is acceptable for the head of the Board of Audit and Inspection to be like this.
But when I scanned the woman’s side,
I could tell.
Women’s statistics were miserable.
It was at a level where the older students here could brush it off one-on-one.
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So, her uses are also.
I’m guessing he’s secretly assisting that guy named Carlson, who doesn’t have anything special about him.
So that he can maintain his position as head.
Goyang.
A pure buff-type skill that is abnormally rare in this world. Even among instructors, I know there is no buffer.
“I’m sorry, but the person I have business with is Paula, the student behind me. Could you please leave her seat?”
“hehehe…!”
Paula, who was hiding behind me, grabbed her collar and lowered her head.
You’re so scared.
It is worth it.
…Wait a minute.
I had a good idea.
Before I lost sight of the idea that suddenly occurred to me, I naturally took a couple of steps forward.
“You’ve done something quite unholy.”
“Ah… You were a believer. From a believer’s point of view, it’s not a very pleasant situation.”
To the point where I can hear my inner voice saying, ‘They are religious people.’
A word full of the sense of being the chosen people.
Carlson was, of course, an atheist.
I guess he was able to do something like this because he wasn’t a believer in the first place.
No matter how much the church is the largest religious organization in the empire,
They have already made the calculation that they will not be able to get out enough to retaliate against the ‘auditors who did their job’.
I ignored him and moved on.
Not to him, but to the woman behind him.
“…Is there something on my face?”
A woman who responds bluntly.
Without giving anyone a chance to stop me, I placed my right hand on her shoulder.
“…What is it!”
Carlson pulled me away roughly.
It was a jersey filled with more emotions than necessary.
Was it like that?
Well, otherwise, there is no reason to waste those precious skills on people other than those on the front lines.
I too obediently backed away.
My expectations were right on target.
The tinnitus coming from my right hand proved it.
Bijijik-
No one will know.
What kind of person am I and what fun plans are I making?
What kind of abilities did he bring from the back alleys?
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“Do you know that?”
“I think I just found out for sure that you are rude.”
It doesn’t matter if it is disposable.
You won’t have to write it twice.
“Why is a saint called a saint?”
“What kind of nonsense…”
Showing it once is enough,
It will be a very interesting production.
“She is a saint because she performs miracles.”
Hehehhehe