The Academy’s Health Teacher Wants to Take a Break

Episode 97. I’ll say it again.

-Quarleung.

A faint sound of lightning coming from outside the window.

After the noise, around the time the room became bright again, the saint of Heide had time to face the results of the work that had been done so far.

‘This is… Surgery.’

Everything she had ever seen was a shocking sight to her.

It’s not like I’ve never seen a corpse, but this was the first time I’ve seen the inside of a living person.

It’s so vivid that it can’t even be compared to the rugged and hard pictures I’ve only seen in books…….

I wanted to look away because I felt like something was going to break just by staring at it, but even so, the person in front of me didn’t groan and just repeated the task.

I couldn’t even afford to wipe off even a single drop of sweat, to the point where I endlessly begged you to wipe it off my face.

‘I did that hard work all morning, without missing a breath.’

Walking a tightrope that cannot be undone the moment your hands slip even slightly.

After going through that precarious situation, she succeeded until now, but her gaze looking down at what she was holding in her arms was not good.

“Teacher. Are you all right?”

“… ….”

“…… Teacher?”

The moment the lantern’s oil ran out and darkness came.

In a scene full of dull, eczema darkness, she just stood there in front of her unconscious mother.

But it’s dark and I can’t see it properly.

Even a child in your arms. And the face looking down at the child, too.

“Don’t cry… ….”

Nevertheless, the sound is heard.

“Don’t cry, don’t. Child.”

-Quarleung.

A roar that reverberates as if overshadowing a faint whisper.

Together with him, her saintess lost strength in her legs, and soon collapsed on the spot.

‘Failed?’

It’s just that the mother is barely breathing, but is it too late for the child she took out?

No, you can’t blame her for that.

In the first place, it wasn’t even conceived in a normal way. Even if the form was completely removed, there was no certainty that an ideal result could be produced.

You don’t have to feel as guilty as you did knowing it. Rather, she should comfort and encourage her for doing her best.

The reason why the body does not move even though it should be right is because the result of the current work is not just about whether the child is alive or not.

‘I couldn’t save the life that was awakened again through divine power. How will that be received in her church, to which she belongs?’

At that moment, the saintess realized.

That there is still light outside the window where thunder struck before.

‘No way…… !’

The saintess hurriedly ran to the window.

After that, when she gazed out the window, what caught her eye was the sight of a line of shadows close to a hundred, approaching this dwelling in a row.

In the meantime, the cross nailed to the nail erected like a totem was the symbol of Lagrid’s inquisitors.

‘Already, this far… ….’

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Numbers are numbers, but divine power was flowing through their bodies.

A bright light enough to light up a street. They consider what they do to be right in itself.

For what reason do they come here with such strong convictions…….

Her saintess still couldn’t figure out whether she was just trying to take her Arian away, or if she was trying to harm her in the name of her judgment.

She couldn’t help but be afraid because she didn’t know.

As for whether it’s okay to let them in here…….

“Saint.”

At that moment, I heard a faint voice in my ear.

That was what the woman who had been standing there had spat out.

“Just a moment, just a moment… ….”

But there is no fear in his voice.

I just speak with strength.

“Time.”

As if concentrating on something even at this moment, I still directed my gaze toward the being held in my arms.

“Could you please give me a little more time?”

At that moment, the light began to fade from her hand as she stroked the being.

At this moment, the moment when you do something towards a being that is considered hopeless.

In what would be called a hopeless and desperate situation, she still did not give up.

“…… All right.”

I don’t know what she does, but she already trusts her.

When the saintess finally got out of her room with her heart set on her, she had nothing to call strength in her steps.

She put the despair that had hit her office up until now into discoloration.

‘I didn’t give up.’

I thought that if it was her, she might achieve something.

‘Sensei Seine, she hasn’t lost her hope yet.’

As if this saved herself from giving up her life.

Wasn’t she the one who even a confused woman would stretch out her hand to ask for her help?

The young light in her hand must teach her that her heart is noble.

Just as those out there come here with their convictions, she too remains in the room to enforce her own justice.

‘Heide, if this belief is right, give me strength.’

The light that returns to the prayers made to gain confidence in such trust.

The saintess left the front door with her light in her heart, and soon faced a man standing in front of her.

“Vincent.”

“Yes.”

His own father who answers the moment his name is called.

And her father, the Guardian Knight.

“All of the Black Hand Knights have been summoned.”

Around the time the sword in her hand lifted.

Those in their 30s appeared on the rainy street.

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The Black Hand Knights of Heide.

The most comfortable place to come in the mortal future. The warriors who were promised a noble future to engrave their names on the tomb at the moment when the shrine maiden serving the god of the underworld was on her deathbed.

Even if countless people die and the country collapses, that name will remain in this world forever unless the concept of death disappears.

“Followers of Yeshua. This is a place designated as a sanctuary under the protection of the god of the underworld.”

They swore allegiance to such an honor, and shouted resolutely at those who soon approached.

“Why did you set foot here?”

A fierce wind like a northern wind.

They don’t back down even though the splashing drops of water cut their skin like frost.

“Go back to this moment when you don’t ask why.”

“The reason you do not wield the sword is because our master does not wish you dead.”

“Do not try to test our patience in the face of the offenders!”

Even though that life is dedicated to devotion for one girl, the fear of death is rather a gift to them who have been sworn to the most worthy end.

Even a life-and-death slaughter battle is never a reason for them to back down.

“…Believers of the underworld.”

But the same goes for the interrogators of Lagrid.

“Your patience in not wielding a sword despite being rude will be highly praised by our gods.”

“If you hadn’t intervened in our affairs first!!”

Stepping into the sanctuary is something that should never be done without permission, but even so, the Inquisitors had a reason not to back down.

They roam the darkest places to protect the church, and they are beings who have sworn to become guides for those who follow with the blood flowing in their bodies.

If Heide was promised the final rest and pursued nobility, they were beings who would burn even the filth of their souls in order to unite the group.

From the moment that faith was awakened, their bodies and minds existed to preserve the name of the saint who ascended to heaven while embracing the original sin of mankind.

“The ones behind you are our followers. A person who has awakened his faith by serving our god, not your god!”

“Why do you stand in the way of us who arrived here by following their traces?”

“Regardless of the reason, that is unforgivable. Do you really intend to use the inviolable realm of the Sanctuary to deny our beliefs!?”

The lights rising from the body start to light up the street like fireworks, or rather, like pushing away a raging rainstorm.

The moment when the cross with the stake standing tall between them shines even more.

“…The words won’t last long. Go back.”

The knights of Heide facing the light urged them to return.

“I can’t.”

The interrogators firmly denied the proposal and took a step forward.

The knights, furious with that action, began gripping their swords together.

“Are you guys really going to shed blood right here?”

“Heide, our respect can only be established when there is respect for us. Why do you want to back down after meddling in our affairs?”

“How can a person who cannot endure even a moment’s respite wish to lead a predestined fate!”

“The value of this life is for the fate of the entire church!! How should we tolerate the group that brought harm to the church!!”

“Are you prepared for a holy war here for that reason?”

“I’ll ask in reverse. Do you guys really want a holy war with us!?”

“Then I will entrust my life to your god, and I will offer your head to our master!”

-Quarreung!!!

A thunderbolt that strikes with a loud shout. As the group with the thunderbolts on their backs approached, the black knights’ breath hardened and their arms began to gain strength.

It was inevitable.

Unlike Heide, whose doctrine is free, they worship the doctrine that the group must follow more than anyone else.

Their tenacity, believing that even their own lives would be insignificant in front of the rules, was in itself worthy of being called madness.

That’s right, an atmosphere unsuitable for an era of peace.

“…… Everyone, please step back.”

A woman gradually appears in front of them, who do not want to back down.

The moment I heard that voice, the bodies of the knights who were in position were pushed aside, and a small shadow began to appear in the open place.

A woman or an existence that can be called a girl who maintains her loftiness, being protected by something invisible even while crossing the wind and rain.

“You… ….”

“The saintess of Heide meets the inquisitors of Lagrid.”

Josephine, the Black Saint of Heide.

Her face was not visible because she was wearing a veil, but there was not a single shudder in her voice.

Despite her young age…….

No, she exudes a lofty atmosphere to the point of forgetting even such preconceived notions.

Around the time when the atmosphere was overheated by the appearance of such a person, someone began to come out between them.

“Inquisitor Josef, on behalf of Lagrid, greets the shaman of the underworld.”

Skinny eyes like a corpse.

The blur drawn on her retina made even the light in front of me fade, and I felt a lot of responsibility on her shoulders, which were drooping as if exhausted from her fatigue.

“…Interrogator Joseph. It is a memorable name.”

The saintess remembered a man with such an impressive aura.

“Looks like you remember me.”

“Yes, the roots of my baptismal name are the same as yours.”

Joseph of Nazareth. Husband of a known person who conceived a saint.

He deserves to be called a saint, just like his wife, although he did not make his name widely known.

The meaning of being given such a name as a baptismal name is humility and devotion. Longing for the light…….

And ‘the one closest to God’.

“…It is truly an honor that the saintess remembers me.”

Yes, the name proves it.

The fact that the person in front of me is by no means easygoing.

“It would have been nice if it wasn’t for a place like this, but was she so pitiful?”

“…… I won’t say anything about it.”

Regardless of the reason, it is true that he arbitrarily interfered with them.

So this will also be your responsibility. Even the saintess did not deny that.

“If you don’t want to be understood, the conversation will be quicker.”

Yes, Joseph too.

If you’re like her saint, you have a good reason. Here, he didn’t do anything rash to blame her or hold her accountable.

“I will be direct.”

I’m just talking.

“Please go to your nest… …. Won’t you let me set foot in the sanctuary in Heide’s name?”

If you can’t enter the sanctuary without asking permission, ask the person in question for permission.

But that’s all I can give you respect for.

Since it was the other party who committed the rudeness first, if they tried to test their endurance beyond this, this street would be stained with blood, and a great confusion would arise starting from this dispute and starting from this city.

Joseph had the determination to do so.

Even if her existence is known to the world, she could even cause the collapse of the Order, so she has to deal with it quietly in their own way.

Even if it ends in tragedy.

Even if not everyone wants it, if she has to, she is prepared to bear the filth herself.

“…… Only one.”

In the middle of such a resolution is slowly revealed in the bleak.

Soon the saintess spoke to them in her silence.

“Before I answer that, just one thing… …. I want you to answer my question.”

“If you want to kill time… ….”

Right after the Bible was about to be taken out, hidden under a thick sleeve.

-Huh!!

A strong wind blows in time for that moment.

Starting from him, the spray that had swept them up until now subsided in an instant.

As if something were covering the scene where they are.

As if to prove it in reality, even the light of divine power that had illuminated the surroundings had disappeared as if being sucked into the darkness.

‘No, it wasn’t swallowed.’

The gaze gradually moves upward.

‘Something huge…’

Soon, the moment I engraved the existence that represents the sky, my breath stopped and silence came.

Something like a bone supporting the black curtain fluttering like a tent… No, it’s not just a thick bone.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands……. To imitate a gigantic being by combining countless bones to the extent that each one becomes a dot.

Yes, it was a graveyard with a will in itself.

Because an existence that embraces all those who are dying would be possible only when the body itself is a burial ground with an ego.

“…I’ll say it again.”

‘Heide, God of the Underworld.’

A being that grew up eating the faith of humans who disappeared from this world over thousands of years.

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“Before you decide whether to set foot here, just one thing… I want you to answer my question.”

That fragment appeared in this place.

It is preparing to overwhelm those who attempt to enter its sanctuary.