[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

George noticed that there was something slightly wrong with Delin—as if he was thinking about something important.The boy returned to the martial arts gym after he disappeared for a while, and just stood aside and watched absently.

But Delin, who annoyed him even more, drove him directly to the sparring.

Delin was a little tired.Sears's seemingly gentle statement just now was actually very imposing, and the hatred and impetuousness that had been suppressed in his heart stirred up again.It took him a lot of effort to suppress those images.

The confrontation in front of him couldn't cheer up Delin, he didn't even want to take care of the annoying smiling Yao Nie beside him.

"Oh! Master Raff's swordsmanship is really good-but it's also quite flamboyant."

"I'd really like to show Miss Jekolla's fiancé what she looks like now... I mean she's so handsome."

"What the hell is that guy named George so tall for?!"

……

Amid the noise, Delin managed to find an object of interest.He looked to the right, and the tall and thin boy became an agile assassin at this moment, swinging a short dagger into a wall of blades.His opponent was a girl with a sweet appearance, but George was obviously not the type who would be sympathetic.

Also in front of Quina he would look like a gentleman.

George's attacking method is different from Chemiye's traditional sword style. This quick and fierce move obviously belongs to the family's sword style under the glory of Oswald. In memory, the warriors of this family are called "dark swordsmen". "Guardian", a subsidiary of the old royal Andrei family.On the day he saw the two of them, Delin had a feeling for the identity of Oswald's visitor, but at this time the rest of the bystanders could only perceive the strangeness of George's attack.

The girl swung her rapier, and the fragile attack that was still biased towards noble swordsmanship obviously couldn't stop George. This serious boy hardly paused during the battle. After blocking three attacks, the short dagger rested on the girl's neck. between.This process is faster than Delin's victory.

Yao Nie let out an "oh" and exclaimed, "You are indeed a distinguished guest of the Holy See of Oswald—"

The young man who was out of the fighting state returned to his usual unreliable appearance. When he tilted his head, he saw Delin who had not yet looked back, and immediately ran over excitedly, saying, "How is it?"

Seeing his identity, Delin reluctantly said: "Excellent."

"Really—" the boy showed two dimples, "ah, I should have brought a phantom scroll here so that Quina can take a good look at my heroic appearance! There are too many bastards who have no good intentions towards Quina! It's time to launch an offensive !"

The phantom scroll is a bit expensive, and its function is to record and playback... Delin glanced at George, who was talking boldly and trying to get a girl, and suppressed the surprise that had just arisen in his heart... No matter how powerful this boy is, his essence is also He's just a naive, stinking boy.

Yao Nie finally made an assessment of the abilities of a group of people, and then there was Chemie Yeshi, who caused Delin a lot of headaches... Don't mention the chores, Tiss wasn't there when the lunch meeting was settled in the dormitory.Delin didn't think much about it, and went back to his room to pray and rest before he found the large classroom for the enlightenment of divine arts.

A lot of people signed up for this class, and the classrooms were divided into four. Delin asked the instructor, and finally found the last classroom to settle down. ——In fact, Delin didn't have to come to this class, just like Quina and George, but his current identity is not easy to reveal, so he can only reluctantly pretend to be a good student.

The classrooms are arranged according to the schedule, and this one is mostly nobles with poor talent and groups of commoners - nobles can ask teachers to enlighten them first, but commoners don't have this treatment, so Delin, who pretends to be a commoner, has no choice but to not have this treatment.

The instructor was a middle-aged woman. She did not introduce herself at the beginning of the class, but glanced at all the students present softly, and said in a soft tone: "Close your eyes, we still need a period of prayer to clear your mind before we can touch the divine arts." All distractions."

The instructor's voice was as light as a spring breeze, and everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when it passed by their ears.Delin also felt a genial warmth brushing over his cheeks, and the tiredness that had accumulated for a long time seemed to be a little lighter.

The thick curtains in the classroom were lowered, leaving the light outside.

In the darkness, the students looked at each other in dismay, and it took a long time to get into their sitting positions, trying to start silently reciting words of praise to the gods in this difficult-to-meditate classroom.

Delin's complexion changed slightly, but fortunately no one could see the faces of the people around him clearly in the dark.He was a little drowsy, but he sat up with energy and slowly closed his eyes.

It wasn't a game he'd have the patience to continue...Derlin was going for a quick win.

Maybe others didn't see it clearly, but Delin noticed something was wrong the moment he came in.He is not a believer of Chemiye, but he has a gift from God, and the faint smell of divine grace in the room has not escaped Delin's perception.The magic circle for enlightenment has been drawn, and the eyes of the formation are probably on the instructor's body. When the students are in a good state, the enlightenment has already begun.The instructor said "clear distractions", just because he didn't want these promising believers to do badly because of nervousness.

Delin began to meditate in his heart a prayer that was completely different from others—or it should not be said to be a prayer, it was just a believer's pure admiration and praise.

A tribute to the dragon god Oswald.

——Great Oswald God...Your devout believer, never forgets everything about you.Even inadvertently downcast once.I sit in a pagan land, but under your light.

— the great Oswald god... the night is stubborn, and the sin still stagnates in the mouth of the devil.Light should not be chewed, light should be eternal.

——The great Oswald God... The lost have not found salvation, please give me the great light.

It wasn't until the third sentence was read that the golden dots lurking in Delin's blood seemed to wake up from a dream.The lonely light penetrated through the blood vessel wall, through Delin's white to transparent skin, and gradually lit up in the darkness, as if lighting a floating lamp.

The instructor was taken aback for a moment - it was only 10 minutes before the start of the battle, and she rarely saw a boy who could understand even the superficial mystery of the gods in such a short period of time.This kid...is called—Derlin?

She walked over lightly, and awakened Delin in "Awakening" amidst the sound of prayers.In the darkness, she saw a pair of cold and peaceful black eyes, and took a step back for some reason.

Delin gently restrained his gestures so as not to let the instructor see that he was wrong."Did I succeed?" he asked.

"Yes." The mentor who came back to his senses smiled slightly, and the warmth in the smile gently blew through Delin's heart, "My good boy, you can realize it for a while. Right here, with your family."

People in Chemiere like to call each other "family".Delin didn't nod or express any resistance, but just politely responded with a smile, and fell asleep in this environment.The next class is the history of Oswald, and he needs to recharge his batteries... Even if Derlin is proficient in this, he is willing to listen to the power of the dragon god in the old pagan scriptures.