The Saint Who Never Dies

When I opened my eyes, I became a woman called Veronica.

“Veronica, you need to eat properly.”

“Ah, yes… ”

I looked at the watery soup in front of me and tried to remember why I was like this.

I think I was looking through some video games in my room and pressed the download button…

Why did it become like this?

While thinking that, I carefully lifted the spoon given to me.

A strangely thin soup that was not thick, but not entirely watery, spread on the spoon.

When I scooped up the rattling soup and put it in my mouth, all I could say was that it didn’t taste very good.

“… … .”

I had no idea why it was like this, so I moved the spoon to quench my hungry stomach.

Inside the rattling restaurant, everyone was wearing the same shabby clothes and busily moving spoons.

Even if I tried to understand the situation, there was no way to know just by looking at this moment, so for now, I just passed the time by simmering in this flavorless soup.

When we finished eating, the nun in the black nun uniform came again, looked at the dish, and opened her mouth.

“Now let’s pray after the meal.”

““… Lord, thank you for giving us our daily bread today… ””

The sound of prayer reached my ears.

Since it was my first time hearing these prayers, I roughly responded by moving my mouth and lip-syncing as I would when praying before a meal.

Is it a convent?