Academy Slave Instructor - Academy Slave Instructor chapter 145

145 – Impulsive Crime

Impulsive Crime

“Are you dying?”

Asked by the paladin guarding the corridor leading to the chapel, Selma nodded her head.

“Yes, it seems that today is not the time.”

At Selma’s words, the priests and paladins turned into gloomy expressions as if they were embarrassed.

That’s because the loud prayers coming from the chapel are spreading throughout the monastery.

“I entrusted the old books to the priest who managed the library.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience. Originally it wasn’t this loud…”

“Yes, it’s the resting place of Lady Castlelocea, who presides over the stillness, so there can be no reason for this atmosphere. Today, it’s just that I didn’t get the timing right. This must all be Castlelocea’s will.”

At Selma’s understanding smile, the priest lowered his head even more as if he was apologetic.

“Sorry to tell you…”

“It’s okay to inspect it. It’s a job to protect the monastery, so it’s a natural thing to do.”

The priest, who had been talking as if he had committed a mortal sin, thanked Selma for her generosity and inspected her body.

“Yes, nothing is wrong.”

“I told the priest at the library, but the director seems to be busy, so please tell him that he will come back tomorrow.”

“Thank you for your understanding.”

Received greetings from priests and paladins, Selma leisurely leaves the monastery.

* * *

Deloun, who was guarding the basement, sees a priest pulling a cart and approaching the entrance.

“I will put the old books in the archives.”

With a light greeting, the priest who said he would put in the old book and Deloun, who alternated between the carts, frowned.

“How long has it been since you left the archives and you’re coming back?”

“It seems that the church members are unable to concentrate on reading because the monastery is noisy right now.”

“What the hell is going on up there?”

The prayers that spread from the chapel were small, but could be heard from the basement.

I heard the circumstances of the newly summoned paladins, but I couldn’t understand it because I couldn’t see it myself.

“Well, I haven’t seen it myself…”

Since he was managing the library, he said as if he was embarrassed, and the priest handed over the cart to another paladin.

“He said he would come back tomorrow, so there’s no need to organize it. You shouldn’t make me wait tomorrow as much as I caused trouble today.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Since he donated a large amount, the monastery was paying attention.

Tomorrow the donor returns, and if you go there and find the old book again, etc., The abbot will lose face.

The paladin who answered yes opened the door and went inside.

There was another door inside the door, and the paladin, who was guarding it tightly, opened the last door.

The paladin who parked the cart near the entrance looked around the inside and then went out.

“……”

The chest of drawers opens slowly, revealing a crumpled lie.

“Hey, can you step out?”

“That… I don’t think so.”

Elin, entangled in Rai’s embrace, whispers with a troubled expression.

It is difficult to get out again because I was forced into it.

“Wait a minute, where are you touching?”

“I don’t touch it because I want to, and I don’t have anything to touch.”

“Oh, why did I take this job?”

The chest of drawers starts to tilt as the two whisperers whimper their way out.

“Wait, wait, wait. Fall down, fall down.”

Elin urgently says, but the chest of drawers has already tilted and falls to the floor.

– Tak

Rai sighed in relief as he finally reached out and touched the floor.

If caught here, he would have nothing to say even if he was summarily executed.

Ray barely regained his balance and escaped from the chest of drawers, followed by Elin crawling out.

The two took a moment to catch their breath and looked at the holy relic in the middle of the storage room.

“It’s easier than I thought.”

“Everyone worked hard.”

“Because Mr. Manak’s strategy was excellent.”

“I am Rye Redford. Since then and till the end of my life.”

Ellin looks up at Rai, who denies that he is the devil of the nations.

It would be a great humiliation if he was denied the feat of making great achievements as a commander and successfully blocking the armies of the empire and major powers, but he doesn’t seem to care.

I don’t know the details, but Elin respects his will and nods.

“Okay, Mr. Rye Redford. Shall I do my job then?”

Ray grabs Elin by the back.

“Stay still, why do you think I’m here? There’s a sensor that detects motion.”

“Really? I can’t feel anything.”

“So it’s a miracle.”

A sneered Rai looks around and hugs Elin in her arms.

“Skinship wasn’t included in the request. No matter how pretty I am, you have to put up with it.”

“The sensor is like a spider’s web, so bear with it even if you don’t like it.”

Rai lightly jumps onto her bookshelf, holding Elin’s head as if holding her baby in her arms.

As if not affected by gravity, Rai steps on the bookshelf and jumps up again, then steps on the ceiling and falls to the display where the relics are placed.

As Rai landed without making a sound, Elin let out a small breath and approached her castle relic.

“Can I touch it?”

“Yeah, nothing now.”

After receiving permission from her rai, Elin closes her eyes and carefully places her finger on the relic of her castle.

Remnants of memories from her castle relics flow into Elin’s head, and she says in surprise.

“Oh, oh my. It looks like a penis-loving priest is dating. It’s hot~”

“It’s useless, find out who the culprit is.”

When Rai said dissatisfiedly, Elin smiled.

“I can see Zeroa-kun’s face too.”

“Who is the real culprit?”

“It’s a chapel. He’s drunk… He’s crying. And… His first thought was correct.”

Elin frowns at her.

An empty chapel. Moonlight was the only light shining on the holy relic and altar.

A drunken man who even shakes his gait falls on his knees toward the stone statue of Castle Lochea and laments.

It has the same format as a prayer, but the contents are words that curse and curse Zeroa.

The man, who had lowered his head and remained motionless as if he had lost his mind, stood up slowly and approached the Hwijeok Castle Relic.

“It’s an impulsive crime. It seems that, blinded by jealousy, a miracle would happen if you took possession of the relic. You’re drunk and can’t think normally.”

“So who?”

“Dark brown hair and clean impression. Yes, this is Mr. Orle.”

“As expected, it was him.”

Rai smiled twistedly.

I had a heart attack, but there was no evidence, so I left it alone. It would be difficult to prove her testimony because it was still revealed by Elin’s ability, but she was enough for Rai once he was confirmed as the culprit.

Elin opens her eyes while thinking about what kind of torture he will give her.

“You got drunk and left a lot of evidence in the chapel.”

“The guards would have looked into it, why didn’t they catch it?”

“If you don’t know the circumstances, it won’t be seen as evidence.”

Ellin smiles confidently.

She said now that all she had to do was get out unharmed.

“Then I’ll have to go back to the dresser and wait.”

“hehehe- I don’t like it.”

“If you don’t like it, stay here and get arrested.”

At Rai’s words, Elin’s confident expression turned into a tearful expression.

* * *

“No matter how much I think about it, I think we pulled the jackpot.”

Boleyn, dressed as a priest, quietly whispers as he looks at Cuthbert, dressed as a chubby priest.

“……”

“Other kids get caught and get rid of it, no problem, but if we get caught, we’ll be arrested for impersonation. Blasphemy will be added.”

Even when Bolin speaks to him, Cuthbert remains silent and only looks forward.

She has cotton in her mouth to make the cheeks of her face, but she doesn’t feel uncomfortable talking.

“You should say something too. If you make a mistake, you and Zeroa will share the same room.”

Despite Bolin’s complaints, Cuthbert’s eyes are benevolent.

His eyes, which even seemed pious at first glance, turned to Bolin.

“Brother…”

“Kettellists don’t use the word brother. They call them priests.”

“Priest…”

“And respect everyone regardless of position.”

Despite repeated remarks, Cuthbert has a benevolent gaze without any inspiration.

“Is it important now? A new world is unfolding before our eyes.”

Cuthbert turns his gaze forward again.

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In front of him was Abigail, dressed in a kettle priestly uniform.

The usual ferocious Abigail wearing a chaste yet strangely s*xy priestly robe that covered most of her body was something she would not normally see in her entire life.

The back of Abigail walking confidently and softly with her back upright, especially Cuthbert’s expression as he reverently gazed at her buttocks, was the face of a priest who transcended all things in the world.

“If you look at the world crookedly, your life will be full of dissatisfaction. If you turn your eyes to the happiness around you, your life will only be full of joy.”

“……You probably know the end of your life. You’ll be killed by Abigail later.”

“To meet this holiness, we must make a noble sacrifice.”

When Abigail noticed her gaze and looked back at her fierce eyes, Cuthbert and Boleyn immediately raised their heads and looked away.

After glaring at her while making an impression, Abigail returns with the expression of a devout priest and heads for the monastery.

“How are you?”

“I came from the main school at the request of the abbot. I hope that the silence that blooms in the field will greet you.”

Seeing Abigail greeted with her beautiful voice, the paladin greeted her with the same Ketel doctrine and guided her and the two of her inside.

“I haven’t heard anything from the abbot. What is it?”

“I’m here to check the records of the Silent Age.”

“A certain church member came to check the records today as well. It’s a strange thing.”

“Yes, I know. In case there might be a problem, the abbot asked the school for advice.”

“I see…”

The paladin nodded and guided the priest guarding the corridor to the inside.

The paladin who delivered the contents leaves, and the priest greets Abigail.

“Could you give me the document sent by the abbot?”

“Yes, here…”

– Puldeok

A sound comes from behind the priest’s back as Abigail tries to put her hand into her bosom.

“Are you okay? Don’t overdo it yet…”

“No, no. I just got a little dizzy.”

Piara looks apologetic towards the priestess who supports her.

Piara, who woke up leaning on the priestess who even took care of her and supported her outside the monastery, approached the paladin with weak steps.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, it’s fine. I’m sorry for showing you something I shouldn’t have seen.”

As she brings her stunned Piara inside her, the paladin she has already seen once asks her how she is doing, and she greets her 90 degrees with a look that looks like she will cry.

“What?”

As her body leaned over, her paladin panicked and reached out to her, but her Abigail hugged and supported her first.

“If you’re not feeling well, why don’t you rest a little longer inside?

Piara was horrified by Abigail’s pious voice and her benevolent smile, but she escaped from her arms with a firm smile.

“It’s okay. There should be someone who has reached out to the family and has come to meet you.”

As Piara leaves after being examined by her priest, Abigail, looking at her back with a worried look, takes the scroll from her bosom and gives it to her priest as if she had just remembered.

“Yes, I’ve checked. The abbot is busy with a guest right now. Would you mind waiting?”

“I can’t disturb busy people. I’ll check the records first and see you when I have some free time.”

“Okay. The paladin here will take you to the library. Just wait a little bit and I’ll bring it to you right away.”

There was no examining Abigail, the same priest.

The magical fragments Lai stole from her priests while giving her a massage decorated her holy power like a Ketel priest, and she even has a document signed by the abbot, so she has no doubts.

As Abigail waits for Selma to arrive in her private reading room, a priest pushes her cart and enters her.

“Tell me if you need a hand.”

“It’s okay. That’s why the priests here came with us.”

The priest sees Cuthbert’s pious expression and withdraws, thinking that he is a good priest.

Abigail, who had been quiet for a while, opened her drawer with a stern expression as her priest’s presence faded.

“Save… Please…”

Elin, who looks like she’s about to cry, whispers softly, and Rai, who looks tired, looks up at her Abigail.

After taking out the two things that would hurt from getting tangled up, Cuthbert and Bolin took out the old books they had hidden inside their priestly clothes and filled the drawers.

Lay, who loosened her body by turning her aching arm, stroked Abigail’s hair.

“Thank you for saving me.”

Abigail pulls her hair back as if it’s annoying, but Rai laughs and tousles her hair relentlessly.

“I’m going to break through the shield and escape in exactly one hour, so get out of the confusion.”

“I know even if you don’t tell me.”

Leaving the grunting Abigail behind, Rai put on her mask and left the library with Elin.