Became the Academy’s Munchkin Power Priest - Became the Academy’s Munchkin Power Priest chapter 10

10 – The Boy

Week 1 is over. This weekend was spent in exercise and prayer. The rest of the time was spent touring the training facilities at the academy.

Starting from the 2nd week, in the afternoon, you will take classes for each occupational major. The class I need to take is the basic priest class.

It is said that the first-class priest, Viteo, is in charge of the basic priest class.

Originally, Viteo, the academy’s highest priest, should be in charge of the senior classes, but it is said that he could not entrust the classes to his junior teachers. He was also the rector’s demand.

Anyway, since I, who has the rank of high priest, entered as a student, it was only natural.

That sounds good to me.

Because it would be more helpful for you to grow if you take lessons from Viteo, the first-class priest, rather than other teachers.

As the Pope said, just because I have been given the rank of high priest does not mean that I have nothing to learn.

I was awarded the rank of High Priest through my achievements as a Heretic Questioner and high divine power.

It’s been about 12 years since I joined this world, but there are so many things I still don’t know.

Could there be a better sound than this?

Because the more you learn, the more you can grow.

To become a real man, you must not be limited to physical growth.

What can support the body is wisdom and spirit, and only when harmony is achieved can there be spiritual growth.

And there was something about this academy that excites me.

It is a battle.

There was one thing I realized while fighting the losers of the academy, and it felt completely different from fighting demons.

I still can’t forget.

The feeling of hitting a knight wearing an aura.

As it is a prestigious academy, there are many people with outstanding combat skills. I want to fight them as soon as possible.

Please tear me apart. It will be a great experience for me.

After lunch, I headed to the lecture room next to the temple.

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“Chloe is here.”

When Chloe entered the classroom, the new priests were agitated.

“Hello. Miss Chloe.”

“Yes. Hey, I’m going to sit here, move somewhere else.”

As Chloe said, the new priest hurriedly stood up and moved to an empty seat.

She sat in the front row.

Chloe glanced around the classroom. She smiled and corrected her posture and sat down.

‘It’s just guys who aren’t like me.’

Gloriously shining blonde hair and golden eyes.

She was the owner of a youthful beauty.

From the outside, it is a beautiful and sincere image.

However, her prickly inside was the exact opposite of the image.

The new priests also knew a priest named Chloe.

She smiled as brightly as she could when her eyes met hers and bowed her head. It is best not to make eye contact, but if you are caught forcibly avoiding eye contact, a storm of profanity will soak your entire body.

Chloe was the second-in-command of the Anas Church and the granddaughter of the archbishop. She became a third-class priest at the age of 19.

Some priests called her the Second Coming of the Saint.

“Do you know which teacher is coming?”

She said, “I think she said the academy’s highest priest….”

“Is it like that?”

“Oh! She said she was the highest priest. If it’s the top priest of the academy, wouldn’t she be the first-class priest?”

She put her chin on her chin and smiled.

‘Hmph, if you want to teach me, you’d have to be a first-class priest.’

It was unusual for a third-class priest to enter the academy as a freshman.

Usually freshmen start as apprentice priests. If it’s as early as the 3rd year, if it’s normal, it’s only in the 4th year that you become a priest. After that, promotion was decided based on activities and achievements.

In other words, it was almost impossible to become a third-class priest before graduating from Visilia.

“Not Chloe! If you don’t mind….”

“I hate it.”

Cloa was annoyed by the soggy new priests.

Those who approach with a bright smile but are black on the inside.

Anyway, since she’s the archbishop’s granddaughter, they’re trying to get caught.

I can’t say that for everyone, but usually one of them did.

‘Still, it’s better here than the battlefield.’

The reason she was able to become a third-class priest than others was because she was in the battlefield since she was a child. She cared for wounded soldiers on the front lines. Although she did not directly participate in the battle, she made a contribution by saving many soldiers.

But a battlefield is a battlefield.

The battlefield was a place where various crimes and evil deeds were rampant.

I couldn’t believe anyone. Of course, the army of the devil world, and the soldiers of the empire were also unreliable. Even wounded soldiers.

She was a priest with a beautiful appearance, and there were many who approached her with spite. It was the reason why Chloe had no choice but to be picky.

As she becomes an adult, her life on the battlefield comes to an end safely.

It was when Chloe was yawning and feeling bored.

A man came in.

A body that catches the eye instinctively.

The man, who boasts a body as large as it could reach the ceiling, looked around the classroom and sat down next to Chloe.

His forearms brushed against the sleeves of Chloe’s clothes, how broad his shoulders were.

Chloe’s eyes narrowed.

‘Didn’t he pass the entrance exam? Have you ever had a kid like this? I would have stood out if I was wearing a priestly uniform at this size.’

“Heh heh, were you nervous because it was your first class? Your complexion is dark. There is nothing to be nervous about.”

I have a good impression and a handsome face, but I don’t like it. It’s like the clothes keep rubbing against each other.

“What? Nervous?”

When Chloe spoke in a cold tone, the atmosphere in her classroom froze like ice.

“Isn’t it? That’s good.”

Chloe was embarrassed.

The new priests already knew of her existence on the day of the entrance exam.

Even Chloe, she assumed that the freshman priests would know her. Yes, she is the archbishop’s granddaughter, and a third-class priest.

A priest behind her poked a finger in Gran’s shoulder with her anxious eyes.

“Hey…. You are Chloe. A third-class priest….”

She laughed to herself.

I couldn’t have been happier imagining a big man struggling.

But the man’s reaction was unexpected.

“Heh heh, third-class priest? You are a faithful person. Great.”

Chloe looked at the man’s face in a moment of bemusement.

He wasn’t surprised to hear that he was a third-class priest.

In addition, his praise was not flattering.

I felt bad.

He was arrogant, as if he was dealing with someone below him.

“Hey, don’t you know the rank of a priest?”

“hehehe, how could you become a priest and not know your rank? However, the priest’s rank in Viscilia does not matter. We are all students.”

“What? hahahaha, you and me….”

Just as Chloe was about to raise her voice, Biteo came in.

Viteo looked at Gran and Chloe alternately. Viteo paused for a moment, then moved back to the front of the lecture hall.

‘Hey, did you see it? Even the teachers say they don’t know what to do in front of me.’

She shook her head.

“We are all students, so don’t worry….”

“What? Are you kidding me? How can you be like me.”

“Class has started, but who is talking! Be quite!”

Viteo looked at Chloe and shouted.

“No, he….”

Chloe pointed at Gran and said.

“Are you passing the blame on to another student?”

“Sir, I’m sorry. I spoke first.”

Gran said with a smile.

“Yes, I understand. Then I will call her name, so raise her hand and answer.”

‘What is it? Why don’t you scold him?’

She burst out laughing in embarrassment.

Viteo began to call out one by one. Before long, her name was called Chloe.

“Chloe.”

“Yes….”

Chloe raised her hand and replied.

“You have a cocky attitude from the first day. Is it because she is the archbishop’s granddaughter? What priest sits with her legs crossed during class? And from now on, make your answer louder.”

Chloe was in tears.

She was angry and her pride was hurt.

She thought she was scolded because she was the archbishop’s granddaughter.

But the next name she was called made her feel bad.

“Gran.”

“Yes!”

His voice resonated throughout the lecture hall. If anyone had only heard his voice, they would have thought he was a warrior.

‘… What is Gran? If it’s Gran….’

She is a child of the same age whom she met only once when she was young.

No, now she was someone she admired.

About 10 years ago, she followed her grandfather to the shrine of Riel where the Pope was.

He had a handsome face and seemed trustworthy to the point of not being the same age as him.

She spent three days at Riel’s temple and observed him. He is an active boy who cannot be considered a priest. His personality was lively and his laughter never stopped.

Just looking at it made me smile.

She has heard only occasionally through her grandfather, though she has not met him since.

And the boy became an inquisitor, and he was advancing rapidly, she heard.

That was the reason she went to the battlefield. He must be at least a 3rd class priest to become an Inquisitor.

The last thing I heard was that he had become a high priest.

He already had a gap he couldn’t catch up with, and he thought he wouldn’t even look at him.

I thought of the boy only as an object of longing in my heart….

‘Why would he be here….’

But contrary to her thoughts, her heart was pounding. The feeling she felt in the past.

Instinct and senses speak. This man is said to be an object of admiration.

“Oh, no… ?”

As she looked at Gran, she let out a voice involuntarily.

“Chloe!”

Viteo shouted, but Chloe couldn’t hear.

Why did I just find out now?

I never even imagined you would be here.

Instantly, her breathing calms down.

The man looked up with a smile. The boy’s face, left in vague memories of the past, overlaps with the man’s face.

That’s right. That boy.