episode_0057
by fnovelpia“When trying to define human existence, the elements recognized. The creative gifts of the Lord. They are all spirituality.”
Professor Antonelli finished speaking. Chloe stared at him in amazement.
It is the law of the world. The one absolute condition that applies to all things. It applies everywhere, at all times, and is beyond the level of spiritual interference.
The moment the concept of the word spirituality entered her mind, she had an epiphany.
Something mysterious, something that had not yet blossomed, a latent talent within her. One layer of its hard shell was peeled off.
‘I can’t explain it in detail, but I’m aware of it nonetheless… .’
Yes. It is something that cannot be explained by human language and words. Therefore, it is absurd to try to define it with a single word or sentence.
Students, including Chloe, clearly came to realize what spirituality is.
However, if you ask students to explain it in words, they will not be able to answer. This is because it does not end with a simple explanation in words.
If so, then understand it.
Spirituality.
As its name suggests, it is a sound that comes from the soul that was present before the body was created.
The Lord’s holy whisper to each and every tiny soul.
To infinitely small humans, such whisperings of the Lord are difficult to understand. So, humans should not try to observe and interpret it from a functional perspective, but should delve into it from a spiritual perspective.
Yes. It is a communion of souls. A flash of understanding. A thought beyond thought that raises the brain activity of the geniuses who flock from all over the empire to the limit. A super-awareness beyond perception.
A shiver ran down Chloe’s spine. Something thrilling, like something flowing from her brain to her spine, coursed through Chloe’s entire body.
And it wasn’t just Chloe.
A cool refreshing feeling that was hard to compare to anything else in the world hit the classroom. As if they had been hit head-on by a violently crashing wave, the students were shocked by the sudden shock, but they also felt as if their hearts had been opened up.
“The gift of the Lord, the sparkle of the soul that comes from being a son or daughter of man. That precious fragment… . Just, accept it.”
“Ah, ahh… .”
Several students from the theology department put their hands together. The trembling, fern-like hands gathered together and gathered together, forming one giant pillar of faith.
Yes, the solid pillars of faith supported them.
“We are human. But because we are human, we can only attain this spiritual enlightenment.”
This class is crazy. I can’t say it enough, it’s more than just a class.
“And, that enlightenment cannot be achieved by mere humans. Those who can attain enlightenment are… .”
Human free will. And the idea of spiritual faith that leads one to believe in existence itself, even though it does not exist.
“Only those who meet these two conditions can attain enlightenment.”
This is the very thing that Professor Antonelli had been trying to teach them from the beginning of the semester: human free will.
Just by attending that class, the students were extremely satisfied. They thought that there would be no more teaching than this, and that they could not attain a higher level of enlightenment in learning than this.
So, yes. There is no more enlightenment to be gained from it. It is a dried-up spring that everyone has already taken from. No one doubted it.
However, it was a spring that never dried up. Professor Antonelli was proving this fact himself.
“And surprisingly enough, you seem to satisfy both of those conditions.”
That’s why you are beautiful. Professor Antonelli spread his arms.
“The beautiful Milky Way that lights up the night sky, the twinkling morning stars in the Milky Way, the whispers of birds and insects, the blue late spring dawn sunlight… .”
There was something sparkling in the students’ eyes. It was a source of intelligence boiling up from their souls.
“Like the stars that shine in the night sky, you too are the ones who shine the brightest at this moment.”
There is a total amount of emotion. When that total amount is exceeded, the human being regards the overflowing emotion as something more than emotion and becomes unable to control it.
“All, spirituality that exists under the grace of the Lord. That is it.”
The sound of theology students mumbling prayers like crazy slowly filled the lecture room. More and more students began to join in the movement.
I felt out of breath. I bit my lips hard as they trembled uncontrollably.
Professor Antonelli opened the Bible. His hands gently turned the pages, then stopped at one point.
“See, hear, taste. If these three are not fulfilled, just believe.”
If I had returned to dust and become one with the Lord, it is no longer I who live, but the Lord lives in me.
But I live in the body because the Lord, who created a spirit for me, loves me and has given it light.
Then the Lord said, Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If any man open the door, I will come in and eat with him, and you with me.
“Pure and undefiled religion is this: that your soul may understand my words… 1 Corinthians 6:3-5.”
The students looked at Professor Antonelli with expressions that were difficult to describe in words. Professor Antonelli faced that indescribable face.
“Today, you experienced enlightenment that comes from a spiritual place.”
At that moment, Chloe realized something was ticking inside her.
A single flash that rises from deep within a person. It is something warm like fire, yet clear and blue.
“Ah… .”
Inside Chloe, a flower bloomed.
* * * * *
Ding— ding—.
What broke the sweet silence was the farewell of the class that was so annoying. The students’ eyes, which had wrinkled their faces without realizing it, turned to the clock.
It was 11:30 AM. It was exactly the time when class ended. Regret was added to the students’ grim expressions.
“That’s all for today’s class.”
Professor Antonelli, who had gathered his teaching materials including theological books, left the classroom with a leisurely gait, just as when class had begun.
The students who had been blankly staring at the sight soon slowly stood up from their seats.
“Where should I go…?”
“… Okay. Let’s go.”
“What do you want for lunch? Should we go to a restaurant?”
“Lunch is done. More importantly, I’m going to go to the library for a bit.”
“I’ll go with you too.”
“Me, me too!”
It was strange to see students running to the library, pushing aside other students heading to the cafeteria. When I took classes in other departments, I always saw students with tired eyes and no motivation.
“Chloe. What do you want to do?”
“… Huh?”
At Elin’s call, Chloe looked at her with blank eyes. There was a sparkle in those eyes that had never been there before.
“Lunch, you mean? Are you going to eat at a restaurant?”
“… Yeah. That’s right, yeah. ”
“Chloe. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. No? There’s never been a better time than now.”
As she said that, Chloe took Ellen’s hand and left the classroom. She wanted to have a quick lunch at the cafeteria and rush to the training grounds as soon as possible.
“… … .”
Laura von Adelheid, who was still in the classroom, stared intently at Chloe as she strode out of the classroom.
‘… that kid.’
A student from the Faculty of Magic I met near the main hall of the Academy a few weeks ago.
An ordinary student with no special characteristics, except for conducting experiments on divine powers with Professor Antonelli.
Yeah, that must have been the case… .
‘Something has changed.’
There was something hot and simmering about her. Laura could tell that she had a genius talent for magic.
It was a strange feeling, blue, hot, and unrestrained. It was only natural that Laura felt wary.
‘I thought it wouldn’t be anything special…’
Anyway, I think it would be a good idea to be a little nervous about this year’s grade-level sparring.
Laura thought about that and slowly left the classroom.
* * * * *
I continued walking, steadying my sagging body.
I always feel this way, but once I take a class, I feel completely drained.
It was because the students at Chaldea Imperial Academy were of high standard. Also, since I was in charge of the top-scoring Class A students among the first-year students, it was hard work to teach them classes that would satisfy these talented students.
“Chief Priest. Are you okay?”
Deacon Sophia approached me, scratching her cheek. I took the box in her hand and shrugged.
“No problem.”
“You look particularly tired today. Of course, you usually are like that too… .”
“… I just lost a little sleep. It’s not something Deacon Sophia should worry about. ”
“Is that so… .”
Deacon Sophia and I walked silently. We were planning to bring the teaching materials we used today to the professor’s office and have a meal with Professor Esther.
“… Hmm?”
In front of us, someone slowly approached.
“Oh my. Professor Antonelli. Nice to meet you here? ”
It was Professor Scarlett Underwood, an impressive woman with bright red hair like a blazing flame.
I glanced at the thick book she was carrying at her side. Like me, she seemed to be on her way back from class a little while ago.
“Yes, nice to meet you too.”
Although I answered like this, I had no particular desire to become friends with Professor Underwood. If we could become friends, that would be good, but I didn’t feel like making an effort to become friends.
As a candidate for the next president, is it because she seems to be trying to draw me into her faction? Or is it because she is uncomfortable with the exposed front?
It didn’t matter. It was just that it was unpleasant to see Professor Armstrong and I constantly badmouthing each other. She hadn’t even been nominated as the next president yet.
As if he had read my thoughts, Professor Underwood suddenly bowed his head and offered me an apple.
“I was rude last time, wasn’t I? I apologize.”
“Ah, well… . It’s okay. More importantly, if you could raise your head… .”
“I’m really sorry. I’m not usually that kind of person, but I guess I was too excited at the time.”
“… It’s really okay.”
Honestly, the sight of her bending over was too burdensome. I couldn’t just stare at her, especially when there were students passing by. I quickly looked away.
Professor Underwood raised her head again and smiled with her signature charming smile.
“If you need my help, feel free to come to me anytime. I also often heard about Professor Antonelli’s reputation from the first-year class A students… I think we can help each other.”
“Yes, I’ll see you later.”
“Okay. Oh, right… . I have to go to the lab, so I’ll go now. Hehe… .”
I silently watched her back as she slowly walked away from us.
“… Your Majesty, you are secretly a pervert.”
“What does that mean?”
“Why are you staring at a woman’s breasts like that? What do you like about something that big?”
“I have never seen it.”
We resumed our steps where we had stopped. As we walked toward the professor’s office, I decided to take Professor Underwood’s words lightly.
No matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t seem like I would need Professor Underwood’s help.
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