Academy Slave Instructor

85 – Feed is one per person

Feed is once per person

The day ended the same as before, except that a procession of donations from believers moved by the confession continued.

It was a difficult day for the director and vice-president to figure out what to do with the donations that came in at once, such as groceries brought by merchants or large donations from nobles. It was a day without

After repeating the usual routine of cleaning, praying, and reading the bible, Abigail is tired of her boredom and feels a different fatigue than when she was at her academy.

The bible full of useless rhetoric was boring, and when it was necessary to carefully wipe clean things without a speck of dust, the priests doubted whether they had mysophobia.

Her body is not strained, but mentally exhausted, Abigail looks up at her Marge, who is hugging her pillow beside her and looking up.

The church assigned me the same room as Marge.

Unsure if this is a consideration, or the reality of a poor church that cannot afford her single room, Abigail makes eye contact with Marge, who looks up with her twinkling eyes, then turns her head.

“Ah! Why!”

Marge whines when she sees Abigail refusing her unspoken signal to sleep together.

“I will protect Abigail.”

As for who protects whom, Marge speaks confidently.

But she is Abigail and she has nothing to say. It’s no wonder she’s worried about the kind Marge.

Abigail suffers from nightmares every day.

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The contents change little by little, but the big frame remains the same.

She is young in her dreams every day and is being chased by someone.

She always had a woman with a warm smile by her side, and her dreams ended with her sacrificing herself.

Burned to death, stabbed to death, crushed to death. The form of her death varies, but she always dies smiling at Abigail, who runs away.

Marge, who slept in the same room the previous day, saw Abigail suffering from nightmares and she insists on sleeping with her, saying that she will protect her today.

“If you stay with me, no evil spirits will come. I will beat the evil spirits.”

I don’t know how such confidence comes from her small body.

Thinking that Abigail is a nuisance, she tells her to do as she pleases, and then lies down on the bed.

Then Marge wriggles onto the bed and gets Abigail up.

She

She should say her prayers before going to sleep, she says.

Her expression is full of annoyance, but Abigail holds it back, faces Marge, and falls to her knees.

“Luthera-sama, I was a teacher this time… No, I was praised by Sister Elshara for cleaning hard. Will Rutera-nim also praise it? So… I want just a little, a little bit, but the evil spirit that haunts Abigail. Please punish me. It’s a very bad evil spirit.”

It is a childlike prayer.

Abigail, who had been staring down at her praying Marge in her little voice, looks up at her when she finishes her prayer, and she looks away in bewilderment.

Marge hugged Abigail with a hee-hee laugh and lay down on her bed.

“Go to sleep, Abigail. I’ll see if any demons come.”

Lying on her side and facing her, Marge speaks with her confident eyes, but her Abigail doesn’t look very trustworthy in her eyes.

She closes her eyes, feeling uneasy as Marge stares at her close enough to feel her breath.

It’s been a long time since I slept with someone.

“Care…”

With no time to indulge her sentiments, Abigail opens her closed eyes.

She sees Marge asleep, making unchildish sounds. She said she would protect her, and in less than 10 minutes she went to sleep.

Certainly, the church schedule is difficult for a child to live.

Other priests share a lot of work, but even so, his small body can’t overcome fatigue.

Marge falls asleep with an uncle’s smile. Abigail fixes her posture and straightens her hair.

She would have been beautiful if she hadn’t had the calluses. Her fingers gently brushed her cheeks and her jawline.

Moonlight seeping through her window illuminates Abigail’s hair.

Her face is in shadow, but her red hair meets the blue moonlight, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

Abigail, who was looking down at Marge with her dim eyes, raises her head toward the moon as if soaked in her appreciation.

“……”

“……”

Today is a bright moon day.

Expecting a big full moon, Abigail makes eye contact with her rai hanging from her window.

As soon as she saw the mischievous look in his eyes, as if she had been watching her all this time, Abigail subconsciously sought her weapon, but there was nothing she could grasp.

She couldn’t bring a weapon into the church. Abigail, a Korean woman with a strong sense of humor, gets out of bed and opens her window, holding back her boiling anger.

If her window had been opened outward, she would be able to drop this bastard- Abigail glared at her lie with her regretful heart.

Rai, who looks like he wants to hit you, pulls out a bottle of wine and snacks from his arms.

“The moon is bright, so shall we go moon-viewing?”

It was an offer that Abigail couldn’t refuse, as the merchant gave her groceries, which improved the quality of her meal, but she still felt she wasn’t enough.

Abigail follows her rai out of her window and up to her roof.

The high roof of the church was a good place to view the moon.

Rye and Abigail have drinks and snacks against the background of Legandia, which is bathed in moonlight and creates a mysterious atmosphere.

Alcohol is just a side dish, and the main meal is a meal.

“You seem to have become quite friendly with the chewing gum?”

“Never mind.”

Embarrassed by what Rai saw, Abigail shoves her dried jerky into her mouth, speaking in her hoarse voice.

Rye giggles from the bottle and hands it to Abigail.

The two drink alternately from a bottle of wine and look at the night view in silence.

“Why did you choose this place?”

Abigail asks if watching the night view is bothersome when the snacks she’s been eating run out.

“Because it’s the easiest? Religious ceremonies aren’t that easy.”

“The ceremony is often held in other churches as well.”

“The important thing is that you and I have to participate in the ritual. Do you think there is a religion other than the clergy that can be included in the ritual? It’s called an experience, but I’m sure there’s no place other than Lutheria that would gladly include it?”

As Rai said, religious ceremonies are the exclusive property of priests.

From start to finish, it is done in the hands of a priest.

From the common choir to the gigantic ceremony held every few years, the priests supervise and perform, and those who are not priests only have to watch from the back.

“There has been an experiment to forcibly obtain divine power before.”

“Like you write?”

“No, the spell to convert mana into holy power is surprisingly simple. It’s inefficient because it just requires an absurd amount of magic power. That’s why mages, like the priests, wanted to find a way to get power for free.”

Get power for free. It’s not that the priests simply get divine power for free, but it might seem that way from the mage’s point of view.

Where is such an unfair power to perform miracles with simple faith and practice of doctrine?

Rai tells Abigail what wizards did in the past to steal divine power.

I kidnapped priests and experimented on them, and forcibly made them commit taboos in case they would find out if they reversed the process of losing their divine power.

No matter what story she hears, Abigail frowns because it is an experiment wearing a devil’s mask.

“That’s why religion hates wizards. There are also related materials in the library, so if you’re bored, look it up.”

“Are there any books that did that?”

“In the end, I couldn’t get the holy power. Since the holy power is proof that it is an inviolable realm, I proudly disclose it.”

The more I listen, the more I hear the stories that make me question my mental state.

One side is forced to experiment on the human body, and the other side is proud of being defeated. They are strange guys.

“So wouldn’t it be useless if we were here right now?”

If all wizards in the past had failed, there was no chance of getting it now.

I asked if he was wasting his time needlessly, but Rai shook his head.

“I’ve already analyzed the data, and I think there’s a possibility. There’s only one thing those great wizards haven’t done.”

“… Participate in the ritual?”

“Answer. There’s no way that mages who have built up their skills enough to analyze divine power can’t make an effort to become priests, right? Just get a child, dissect it, and experiment with it. That’s the limit for stupid people who think they’re excellent.”

Rai smiles evilly.

Blaming the sorcerers of the past, he holds the mouth of the empty bottle close to his eyes and eats a drop.

“Of course, that’s not the only reason. The radical wizards were so aggressive that they became distant from the religious world. That’s how magic and religion went their separate ways. I don’t care now, but back then we weren’t even in the same place. .”

Abigail doesn’t know when Rai is speaking.

Abigail has never read the data that says religion hates magic, but they are enemies trying to kill each other.

“Anyway, if you participate in the religious ceremony tomorrow, the results will come out. Lutheranism does not have a sense of authority unique to religion, so it shows the ceremony carelessly.”

Ray laughs as Hefda mixes inappropriate words.

“That’s the perfect word to be punished.”

“How many times have you received it already?”

Leaving aside Abigail’s words easily, Rai organizes his seat and enters.

Returning to her room, Abigail lies down on her back and Marge, who is completely occupying her bed, corrects her posture and lies down on her bed where she used to sleep, asking her to sleep.

The next day, Marge, who puffs up her cheeks because she didn’t sleep together, relaxes as if at breakfast and joins Abigail.

Today is a soup kitchen opening day for the poor.

This time, there were ingredients donated by the merchant, so he was able to prepare more hearty food than other times.

On the day the soup kitchen is open, Marge Lai, who is happy to eat something delicious, looks at her from behind, but she looks just as happy.

Long lines form while the prepared food is being laid out on the table.

She knows very well that the more the city prospers, the deeper she is in the dark, but she is a little surprised because she does not know how many people will come.

People wearing clothes that can tell at a glance that they are poor are standing in a long line in front of the church.

Some people are crippled, but a child who looks younger than Marge is waiting with a baby in her arms.

Abigail, who is in charge of serving the soup, stirs the soup over the fire with a ladle to keep it from burning, and she serves the soup one by one.

“Oh, you’ve come together a lot. Let’s see, does your shoulder hurt a lot?”

“Ah, yes. How did you know?”

“You can tell when you see it.”

Rai, who is massaging the shoulders of the priest who is taking a break from carrying goods to the soup kitchen, nods as he looks down at the priest’s large breasts.

Abigail looks at her with pitiful eyes, but Rai doesn’t care and massages the priest’s shoulders.

“Ahhhhh… Ahhh, I like it…”

Abigail, as well as the men standing in line to receive food, stare blankly at her moaning, which feels somewhat strange.

It’s clear that he’s rubbing his shoulders, but it’s an erotic hand movement.

After the priest, who innocently thanked him for his body’s lightness, leaves, Rai approaches Abigail with his hands that look dirty on his shoulders.

When I told her that I would give her a massage too, I would first kick her with a low kick, then an uppercut to her face, and then we would fall down and mount… Lai, who approached Abigail without loosening her hands, said quickly.

“Hey, open your pockets.”

Before coming to church, Rai had entrusted Abigail with one of her small pouches to carry around.

Leaving the soup with Marge, he pulls out his pocket and unlocks his mouth, and Rai puts his hand in it.

What kind of perversion is this? As we stare at it, Rai speaks in a low voice that people nearby won’t hear.

“I analyzed Ms. Maria.”

“……?”

“Mr. Maria’s biological information was stored as mana fragments by pouring in mana waves.”

I think the name of the big-breasted priest was Maria.

While giving her a massage, he blew mana into her body and extracted her information.

Abigail is stunned to see Rai, who does not fear the real God and only chooses to be punished, but he doesn’t care.

“If we collect and cross-verify the priests’ information and the general public’s information in this way, we will see a breakthrough.”

Rai, who talked like an evil mad scientist, runs to the priests in a bright voice and recommends a massage.

Abigail, who was staring at Rai who is eating the innocent priests, turns around in a loud voice.

“Why can’t you give it away?! You’re giving it away for free!”

A grumpy man was shouting at Marge, who was handing out soup.

“No. This is already the second one. Others have to get it too.”

“There are so many things to eat, so can I eat one more?! A priest who serves a god is so stingy that he is so stingy. This is why kids.”

Marge doesn’t give up and explains the reason carefully, but the man ignores Marge’s age and clicks his tongue.

The weak are not necessarily good.

This was a truth Abigail had learned from her life so far.

It doesn’t matter whether you are strong or weak. The evil ones are evil and the good ones are good.

On the contrary, those who have nothing can easily become stingy because they have nothing to share, and have a strong tendency to be wary of fear that their things will be taken away.

Because there are people who can only live by stealing them, there are many cases where they become rough easily and strength becomes justice.

This man is also of that type.

Trash that has benefited only by raising its voice and showing a formidable impression.

As Abigail stares at her, the man talks to her as if he thought she couldn’t communicate with Marge.

“Hey, red-haired priest. Can you share some? With so much food, it’s obvious that I’m giving you another one?”

“I said no. There was always nothing left. They said that at least one more person should receive it.”

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When Marge refuses, the man threatens by punching the table.

As the bread on the table shakes and falls, the man picks up one and grins.

“You can just give it to me, it’s frustrating.”

“No! Put it down!”

Marge crawls under the table and crosses over to the other side.

As the man and Marge are about to scuffle, Abigail’s mouth opens.

“Hey.”

A man who has never heard a priest talk in a rude manner looks at Abigail.

“If you don’t want to search, put it down.”

He was momentarily taken aback by the threat, which had nothing to do with his priesthood, but soon the man shouted, smashing the bread to the floor with an angry face.

“What did you just say?! What? Kill?! Huh?! Kill me! Oh my, the priest is trying to kill me!”

Seeing the bread left on the floor and stained with dirt, Abigail looks up and sees the man.

‘I did this in front of her, her, and her.’

Remembering the time Melanie hit her, Abigail smiles.

– Puck!!

Her fists are faster than reason, and the man flies backwards, scattering a few teeth into the air.

Her Abigail stares blankly at her fist as she hears the startled screams of the man and people cornered in her corner.

“Ah… I did.”

Rai told her not to crash and hit her, but she did.

Abigail laughs bitterly as she sees Rai and her priests running in the distance.