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    From that day on, I never went out to the training ground and coached her in person.

    Maria recklessly abandoned her sword-wielding training method.

    My daily life has also changed a little.

    He also cut down on dinner plans with the nobles he was with every day. It was the result of a request I made directly to the Pope.

    The Pope did not hide his feelings of disappointment, but he still adjusted the schedule without making any fuss.

    As my meal plans decreased, I had more time in my official schedule, so I often stayed in my room during work hours.

    Originally, I would have gone for a walk, but I was still a little tired of the constant stares.

    Therefore, I read the Bible in my room and prepared for the sermon I would give someday.

    At my recommendation, Maria quietly meditated in her room and sharpened her skills.

    At first, she strongly refused, but when I gently told her that using this spare time would increase her sleep time, she quickly agreed.

    “…….”

    We see Maria sitting on a chair, closing her eyes and meditating.

    I don’t know if he just closed his eyes or if he’s thinking about Geomro in his mind, but since he has a sincere personality, I think he will achieve results, whether it’s porridge or rice.

    I keep looking at her.

    Maria’s shoulders rise and fall.

    And with that, her massive chest moves.

    Oh… I see it every time, but it’s very stimulating.

    It is an overwhelming size out of all the dimensions we have passed through on our way to this point.

    It seems like Master Yeomjin is a little less than that size?

    While I was thinking about that, I suddenly made eye contact with Maria, who had opened her eyes.

    Her mysterious green eyes stare at me.

    And her cheeks begin to turn a very light pink.

    Maria’s eyes slightly overlooked me.

    These days, I feel like he doesn’t want to look me in the face.

    “Seo, saint. What were you looking at?”

    “Sacred power pouch….”

    “Yes?”

    “Ah, ah! I was looking at Sister Maria. Is your training going well?”

    I hastily correct my words. Let’s speak in a sacred way, Inho. Don’t speak vulgarly.

    “I’m doing as you said… but I’m not sure yet. It’s also good that you can practice through meditation without moving your body…”

    Maria speaks in an uncertain voice.

    Well, I’ve been practicing swinging a sword my whole life, but changing my training method overnight, you might be wondering if this is right.

    “Did you realize anything today?”

    When asked softly, Maria thought deeply before opening her mouth.

    “I think I understand the meaning of the weapon called the great sword.”

    Understanding the weapon you are using.

    This was the first thing anyone wielding a weapon should realize.

    “Can you tell me?”

    “I thought about the weight of the great sword itself. If it is a greatsword that is heavier than other weapons, you can give a big shock to your opponent just by swinging the sword accurately without necessarily cutting.”

    I nodded without realizing it.

    ” According to the words of the saint, if I put my will on the sword… I think I would swing the weapon with the intention of crushing the opponent.”

    Perhaps because she gained confidence from that response, Maria continued speaking in a more confident voice than before.

    Weapons are not just tools. It is a means of expressing one’s will.

    This was a teaching my teacher taught me.

    However, Maria realized this through a short meditation, even though no one had told her.

    If I were to explain it from a martial arts perspective, it could be expressed as ‘I gained a small enlightenment.’

    “Then is there a difference between cutting and crushing?”

    Ask questions to further develop her thinking.

    “I think the difference is in sophistication.”

    “I think you are close to the correct answer.”

    “Thank you.”

    When I praised her with a satisfied smile, Maria blushed.

    – Dang dang

    A bell is heard from afar. It’s soon time for dinner.

    “Should we do this today?”

    I got up from my chair, tidying up my notes on the desk, and Maria followed me.

    “Ah, Sister Maria.”

    “Yes.”

    “Wouldn’t a mace be better if it’s just crushing? It would be easier to handle than a great sword.”

    I ask questions indifferently.

    “Ah….”

    Maria’s eyes widened as if she had been caught off guard.

    “Please let me know by tomorrow.”

    As she spoke, hitting the desk with the paper she had organized, her shoulders lowered.

    I feel like a teacher giving homework.

    “I… saint.”

    While I was thinking about what would be on the menu for dinner tonight, Maria called me.

    She wiggles her hands and looks at me.

    Why are you like that?

    “There is a little time left until dinner, can I move the laundry first?”

    “I thought that was taken by an apprentice nun.”

    When asked again, Maria answered by fiddling with her fingernails.

    “Yes, yes. That’s right, though. There is training for all apprentice nuns today. It will be late after training, but if I move the laundry now, it will lighten the workload.”

    She desperately explained, hurriedly mobilizing her hands and feet.

    “Ah, yes. Sister Maria, please do whatever you want.”

    I nodded, and Sister Maria quickly ran into the bathroom next to the room.

    Eventually, he came out carrying a basket containing my clothes.

    “Okay, then I’ll move it and come back. It won’t take long.”

    “Yes. Please take your time.”

    Looking at her back, which was already that far away, I closed the door.

    ***

    It’s late, Maria. If this continues… am I going to starve to death?

    Maria, who said she would come soon, was late.

    I don’t know if he fell while coming, or if he came really slowly when he told me to come slowly, but my stomach has been growling since before.

    – smart

    Just as the skin of my stomach was sticking to my back, a light knock was heard at the door.

    “Yes, please come in.”

    As I answered vaguely, thinking it was Maria, a girl with a young face opened the door and came in.

    “Hmm?”

    The girl who made eye contact with me swallowed her saliva and spoke to me with a very nervous expression.

    “Ah, hello. Seo, saint? Well… I came… to get water… but… I didn’t have it.”

    The child’s voice gradually became quieter, as if he had made a big mistake.

    “Oh, Sister Maria took the laundry. There was a full training for apprentice nuns today, right? Thank you for your hard work until evening.”

    I leaned down, got to eye level, and gently answered the girl.

    “Education… Education? Well… Ah, anyway, Sister Leah took it with her. Thank you.”

    The girl bowed and left the room again.

    “Cute.”

    I looked at the door the girl left through and muttered without realizing it.

    Come to think of it, I think Antonio was exactly that age when he asked me questions during the Bible interpretation class.

    I said I would meet you again and tell you about the Book of Emilius, but I forgot.

    Now that I have put some of the contents of the Bible into my head, I will have to meet it sometime soon.

    -Tap, thump, thump.

    I hear someone running down the hallway.

    I think it’s Maria.

    After counting to five seconds, Maria, out of breath, opened the door.

    “N, sorry for being late.”

    Why are you here now? I wanted to say that, but I greeted her with the kindest face I could.

    “It’s okay. Meal time is not over yet, so let’s go now.”

    Maria took deep breaths. His face was also a little red, and he seemed to be running at full speed.

    Well, since I’m not in charge of laundry, I might have gotten lost.

    “Ugh… Sigh….”

    I can’t help but be concerned about the sound of my breathing.

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