Weekly Seong Saniso – 1

That day onward, I no longer went to the training grounds to directly instruct her.

Maria abandoned her haphazard sword-swinging training method.

My daily routine also changed slightly.

I reduced the number of dinner appointments with nobles. This was the result of a direct request to the Pope.

The Pope couldn’t hide his disappointment, but he adjusted the schedule without complaint.

As the dinner appointments decreased, I had more free time in my official schedule, and I often stayed in my room during work hours.

Normally, I would have gone for a walk, but I was getting tired of the gazes that still hadn’t subsided.

Therefore, I stayed in my room, reading the Bible and preparing for a sermon that would come someday, and

Maria, at my suggestion, quietly meditated in the room, honing her swordsmanship.

She initially refused strongly, but when I coaxed her by saying that using her spare time like this would increase her sleep, she quickly agreed.

“……..”

I watch Maria sitting in a chair, her eyes closed in meditation.

I don’t know if she’s just closing her eyes or if she’s visualizing her swordsmanship in her mind, but with her diligent personality, I believe she will achieve something, whether it’s good or bad.

My gaze keeps going to her.

Maria’s shoulders rise and fall.

And with that, her massive chest moves.

Ooh… I see it every time, but it’s still stimulating.

Across all the dimensions I’ve been through, it’s an overwhelming size.

Grand Master Yeomjin’s size might be a little smaller than that?

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

Her mysterious green eyes gaze at me.

And a very faint pink hue begins to appear on her cheeks.

Maria’s eyes slightly averted from me.

Lately, I feel like she hasn’t been trying to look me straight in the face.

“S-Saint. What were you looking at?”

“Divine power pouch….”

“Yes?”

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

I hastily corrected myself. Speak piously, Inho. Don’t speak vulgarly.

“I’m doing as you said… but I still don’t really know. I don’t really understand how I can train through meditation without moving my body…”

Maria said in an unsure voice.

Well, she’s been training by swinging a sword her whole life, so she must be wondering if this is the right thing to do when she suddenly changes her training method.

“Did you perhaps realize anything today?”

When I asked gently, Maria thought for a moment and opened her mouth.

“I think I understand the meaning of the greatsword as a weapon.”

Understanding the weapon you use.

It was the first thing a wielder of a weapon should realize.

“Can you tell me about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about the weight of the greatsword itself. If the greatsword is heavier than other weapons, then it can inflict a great impact on the opponent just by swinging the sword accurately, without necessarily cutting.”

I nodded without realizing it.

“If I put my will into the sword, as you said, Saint… I think I would put the thought of crushing the opponent as I wield the weapon.”

Perhaps gaining confidence from that reaction, Maria continued to speak in a more confident voice than before.

A weapon is not just a tool. It is a means of expressing one’s will.

That was the teaching my Master taught me.

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

From a Martial arts perspective, it could be expressed as ‘gaining a small enlightenment.’

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

I ask a question to develop her thoughts further.

“I think it’s a difference in precision.”

“I think you’re getting close to the answer.”

“Thank you.”

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

-Ding Dong

The sound of a bell is heard in the distance. It’s almost time for dinner.

“Shall we call it a day for today?”

I organized the writing materials on my desk and got up from my chair, and Maria followed me and got up as well.

“Ah, Sister Maria.”

“Yes.”

“If it’s simply about crushing, wouldn’t a mace be better? It would be easier to handle than a greatsword.”

I ask the question casually.

“Ah….”

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

“Let me know by tomorrow.”

When I said that, tapping the desk with the organized paper, her shoulders drooped.

I feel like I’ve become a teacher giving homework.

“Um… Saint.”

While I was thinking about what’s for dinner tonight, Maria calls me.

She fidgets with her hands and looks at me cautiously.

I wonder why she’s like that.

“There’s a little time left until dinner, so can I go and move the laundry first?”

“I thought the novice nuns were the ones who took care of that.”

When I asked back, Maria touched her fingernails and replied.

“Yes, yes. That’s right, but. There’s a full training session for all the novice nuns today. If they come after the training, it will be late, so if I move the laundry now, it will reduce their workload.”

She desperately explained, using frantic hand gestures.

“Ah, yes. Please do as you wish, Sister Maria.”

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

Soon, she came out carrying a basket filled with my clothes.

“T-Then, I’ll go and put it away and come back. It won’t take long.”

“Yes. Take your time.”

Watching her receding figure already far away, I closed the door.

Maria is late. Am I going to starve to death like this?

Maria, who said she would be back soon, was late.

I don’t know if she fell on the way, or if she’s really coming slowly because I told her to take her time, but my stomach has been growling for a while now.

-Knock knock

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

“Yes, come in.”

Thinking it was Maria, I answered casually, and a girl with a youthful face opened the door and came in.

“Hmm?”

The girl, who met my gaze, swallowed hard and said to me with a very nervous face.

“Ah, hello. S-Saint? I came to get the laundry… but it’s not here.”

As if she had committed a great wrong, the child’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

“Ah, Sister Maria took the laundry. There was a full training session for all the novice nuns today, right? Thank you for your hard work until dinner.”

I bent down to match her eye level and answered the girl gently.

“T-Training? Um… Ah, anyway, Sister Maria took it. Thank you.”

The girl bowed deeply and left the room again.

“Cute.”

Looking at the door the girl had left through, I muttered without realizing it.

Come to think of it, Antonio, who asked me questions during the Bible interpretation class, was about that age.

I said I would meet him again and tell him about Emilio Seo, but I forgot.

I’ve memorized the contents of the Bible to some extent, so I should meet him soon.

-Tap tap tap

The sound of someone running down the hallway is heard.

It seems to be Maria.

After counting to five, Maria, panting, opened the door.

“I-I’m sorry for being late.”

I wanted to say, “Why are you so late!” but I greeted her with the kindest face I could muster.

“It’s okay. Dinner time hasn’t ended yet, so let’s go now.”

Maria repeatedly took rough breaths. Her face was also a little red, so it seemed like she had come at full speed.

Well, since she’s not in charge of laundry, she might have gotten lost.

“Hiss… haa….”

I can’t help but be bothered by her breathing.