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081 – Hyde goes to Barakhan’s theological college! #3

“This is Barakhan’s theological college!”

When I arrived at the building I was looking forward to, my heart trembled in many ways.

A city called a holy place.

An educational institution under the direct control of the Catholic Church established there.

I was looking forward to what kind of place it would be, but judging by its outward appearance alone, it passed the test mark.

Elegant and majestic buildings like Florence’s cathedral were artistically built.

In the campus garden, a fountain flows beautifully, and trees with autumn leaves swaying gently as if the weather is nice in fall.

“The pleasure that Epicurus pursued was not momentary entertainment but sustainable emotion. Therefore, the greatest pleasure is pleasure in a passive sense─.”

People sitting in groups at tables and chairs placed outdoors were having a very in-depth discussion.

It is literally the kind of theological university I dreamed of!

Even in theological schools of the 21st century, you won’t find people having discussions like this!

“It’s a very nice place. I also attended theological college early on. You can see that this is a very good educational institution.”

I honestly expressed my impressions.

Then Psyche was surprised.

“Hyde! Did you go to college too? I thought I had a knack for interpreting the Bible and knowing things like medicine. This is my first time knowing this!”

It must have been quite surprising that I went to college.

In fact, I tried to avoid mentioning the events of the 21st century to people in this dark age as much as possible.

Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me, and I didn’t want to explain it in a complicated way.

You could be treated like a person possessed by a ghost.

anyway.

I was originally a seminarian.

But, very unfortunately, I did not graduate.

Because I was struck by lightning.

Psyche asked.

“Hyde, where did you go to college? Have you graduated? This is my first time hearing something like this from you, so I’m very interested!”

It was Milione who answered that question, not me.

“What woman in the world doesn’t even know that her husband went to college?”

Milione was a very naughty girl.

No matter how I say it, how can I say something that just makes me want to smack myself in the face with my palm?

I ignored Milione’s words and spoke to Psyche.

“The area where I lived is so far away that even if I told you its name, you wouldn’t know it. Due to certain circumstances, I couldn’t graduate in the first place. So, it seems like it was providence that brought me to Barakhan Seminary.”

If I show just a little bit of my knowledge and piety here, the professors will definitely be moved to tears and say “Please take our school’s diploma!” or “Become our proud alumnus!” He’ll grab my ankle.

Then I would have obtained a diploma from Barakhan’s Theological University.

“Hehehe.”

I can only think that the reason I came here was the providence of the Lord Elohim prepared for that purpose.

With that feeling, I energetically entered the campus.

A wide autumn meadow.

Above, I saw quite a few young men and women gathered together, absorbed in something, and it seemed like they were in the middle of a lecture.

“Hyde, look over there! I think it’s an outdoor lecture! Shall we listen to it a little bit?”

It’s good.

Although it was established not long ago, Barakhan’s seminary is said to be comparable to the 500-year-old seminary in Antioch.

Shall I evaluate what level it is?

First of all, the professor was young.

He was in his mid-30s, had long brown hair, a clean-shaven beard, and a manly face.

A typical intellectual type.

His clothes are neat and his face is quite handsome.

Alter Archibald said while looking at him.

“That man is Baltiel, the youngest professor at Barakhan Theological Seminary. He is also the author of the book “Pilgrimage to Heaven.” What a man. It is said that a whopping 300,000 copies of “Pilgrimage of the Thousand Roads” were sold.”

The youngest professor, Baltiel.

Are you the author of “Pilgrimage to Heaven”?

It was a book I had also heard of.

It was a pretty great novel.

It is a story written like a fairy tale about the naive protagonist ‘Pilgrim’ and his journey to a utopian ‘heaven’ located somewhere in the world.

In other words, it is a bit similar to my “Village of Back Alley Nymphs.”

Soon Professor Valtiel clenched his fists and spoke like an orator.

“Great writing is not just about letters, it has to be a great axe! The ax that splits the world’s intolerance! That is truly great writing!”

oh-.

Was it during a writing class?

Psyche said.

“I guess you’re talking about writing! Hyde, you’re a great wordsmith, aren’t you? It really seems like providence is with us, as you said!”

The timing is amazing.

I was the author of a masterpiece called “The Village of Back-Alley Nymphs.”

To be honest, I’ve already surpassed the level of undergraduate students attending school.

“Okay, then, the teaching assistant, please collect the assignments.”

Sze-.

At the words of the young professor, students began handing stacks of paper to the teaching assistant.

Was it a writing assignment?

It was then.

The young professor who was looking over the assignments frowned.

“Back alley nymph village… ? What is this… ?”

A voice that I couldn’t pass by irritated my ears.

When I turned my head, the young professor, Valtiel, was holding my book, “Village of Back-Alley Nymphs.”

Why?

Soon Milione burst into laughter.

“I submitted it. I was curious how a genius writer would evaluate Hyde’s novel.”

What kind of useless thing?

Milione was truly a master at getting things done.

But─.

For some reason, I started to feel nervous.

A genius writer will recognize a genius.

What if I give too much praise?

Towards me “You, don’t you want to become my best disciple? No, I will take you as my teacher! Teach me how to write! What if I say ”?

Sze-.

Palak, Palak-.

Valtiel opened my book and read it quickly.

He immediately closed the book and spoke.

“Who is it? Who played this prank? I don’t know who it is, but this person is failing.”

what?

I felt dizzy before my eyes.

“You can’t believe you’re only showing me such a good book now! joy! I was wondering if it was a failure in the sense that you failed!”, but no.

Young Professor Valtiel was seriously angry.

“Look at these guys called nymphs here. What kind of weird language are these guys using? Did you plagiarize ‘Pilgrim’, the innocent protagonist of My Pilgrimage?”

What the fuck.

What kind of plagiarism is plagiarism?

Alter Archibald said.

“Professor Valtiel, that book was not submitted as an assignment. My sister was rude and interrupted the lecture, so please forgive me─.”

While saying that, Alter Archibald pounded his sister’s head like she was feeding him honey.

Milione, who was laughing, let out an undignified scream of “geng!” and shed tears.

“Ah why!”

Milione gets angry.

It was only then that Baltiel relaxed his expression.

“I see. I thought someone was using a trick to disparage and insult my lecture. There are a lot these days. Those guys who think they are the Blood Crusade or something─.”

# # #

After the lecture is over.

We sat outside in the field and talked.

Alter said.

“I also really enjoyed reading Pilgrimage. In particular, the scene where Pilgrim’s friend Monoran was unfairly burned at the stake, but angels came down and led him to heaven was touching.”

It seems that Alter was a person who liked religious books.

Soon, Valtiel bowed his head and spoke humbly.

“I only thought about that part for about 3 minutes while eating breakfast, but that’s exaggerating. Strangely enough, people give more positive reviews to the roughly written parts rather than the roughly written parts! Haha!”

Are you bragging?

Unlucky guy.

I also decided to say a few words.

“As an expert, it certainly seemed like it was written roughly. I was rather surprised that it took 3 minutes to think about writing those sentences.”

When I nodded, Valtiel looked at me.

“You said you were Lord Hyde. I’ve heard so many stories. I wanted to meet you and see who you are. It’s nice to meet you like this. Is the previous article a synopsis?”

“Synopsis?”

“Oh, maybe my use of words was too difficult? A synopsis is a blueprint that outlines the plot of a work. It’s like a skeleton.”

Did you ask because I didn’t know what it meant?

A synopsis of my finished work?

Soon Valtiel spoke.

“Was it a completed work? It was very rude. I understand that being eloquent does not mean you are a good writer. It’s difficult to have multiple talents at the same time.”

You fucking bastard!

Are you saying you’re giving me the choice in front of me?

good.

I will accept this fight!

“I don’t have the talent to be a writer. What on earth do you see that makes you say that? Isn’t it possible that Professor Valtiel’s insight was wrong?”

“Haha! That won’t happen. As for me, “Pilgrimage to the Heavenly Road” sold a total of 500,000 copies, and its previous work, “What Do People Eat,” also sold 300,000 copies.”

800,000 volumes.

Since he sold that many copies, he must be, well, a great writer—is this what you mean?

Just because he was a writer who sold a lot, does that mean he can just evaluate and condemn other people’s works?

What a stupid guy.

The level of this theological university is also understandable.

“Professor Valtiel. Just because people eat more oat porridge than sirloin steak doesn’t make oat porridge a greater food. Just because it sells a lot doesn’t mean it’s a better article.”

How do you feel?

My advice!

Valtiel was “um─.” silent.

You must have been embarrassed!

However, the students who were looking at this scene frowned and started running around like angry monkeys.

“What? Is the guy who uses this unsaleable trash insulting our professor?”

“Our professor has over 1 million readers! 1 million! If those people spit just once, your body will be submerged in water and you will drown!”

This was a completely away stadium.

I felt like a punching bag being pounded by many people.

Still, I had my side.

“Hyde is a person who writes very touching and warm words! If you read them all properly, your thoughts will change! Because I like it!”

Even though everyone points their fingers at me, Psyche takes my side!

It was then.

Clap clap─.

Professor Valtiel clapped.

“Everyone, let’s not talk too much. When I look back at the first piece I wrote, I feel miserable. Everyone has clumsy moments. It can be solved as experience and depth accumulate.”

Zech─.

Valtiel puts his hand on my shoulder.

“I will give you a special tip. Villain. Hyde, the level of villainy in your story is woefully low. This is where beginners make mistakes. Always keep in mind that a good story requires a good villain.”

Villain.

The level of villains I create is terrible?

“Professor Valtiel, do you know who the real villain is?”

“Of course I know. I jump in with both feet and research data to describe vivid environments. Not long ago, I met and interviewed a member of ‘Psychos’.”

Psychos.

The people around me trembled at the story.

“Well, aren’t they scary guys who kill humans for a hobby?”

“I can’t believe I had to go to such lengths to write a book. Indeed, experts are different.”

“Professor Valtiel is truly amazing!”

What the fuck!

You can’t show off and act like you know everything about the world just because you interviewed a bad guy in a safe place!

Is there no depth in my writing?

I have no experience in my life?

An elite bastard who seems that the only hardship he has experienced since being born in the world is waking up in the morning and going to the bathroom to wash his face!

The villains written in my stories are low-level?

It’s not even funny when a guy who could be used as a third-rate villain in an episode says something like that!

good night!

I’ll show you what a real villain is!

“Psyche, I have some business to run, so I’m going to go.”

I was about to head to the bathroom.

Psyche followed me and said with her fists clenched.

“Hyde, don’t pay too much attention to what people say! I get energized every time I read your new stories! I like the story you wrote better!”

Hearing Psyche’s story seemed to ease his mind, but it was already unbearable.

Just once today.

You will become a righteous punisher just once!