I escaped from Mr. Stallman, who babbled on and on me and asked me questions, like a crappy governess.

But the purpose of the trip was finally achieved, and the weight of the modern prayer book in my arms reassured me that I could be on the path to becoming a priest...... Conduct services in cathedrals, travel around the world to spread the gospel of the Light, heal the sick, and help the weak. People will say, look, that's our pastor, Miss Loria, and we've given her the nice title of Messenger of Light.

The face starts to get hot...... I felt embarrassed and blushed at the exaggerated title I imagined.

Loria, come on.

As I cheered myself on, I felt my hair tugged hard and I almost lost my balance, and then the flirtatious laughter that I remembered made me angry, and I turned my head to look for the nasty guy, but the book in my arms was suddenly snatched away.

"Give me back the book!" I was so angry that I almost forgot to suppress my voice, yelling was rude, especially for a girl like me who aspired to be a shepherd of the Light, but I just couldn't help but be angry, "Nasty ghost!

The guy who snatched the book stood not far from me with a strange smile, turned the pages with contempt, and shouted at me with a strange duck-like cry, "You gave up the cave for such a boring thing." ”

"You can't even read a word, idiot, give me back the book!"

"Tsk, you're here to grab it, honor student. ”

Before I could ask the Light for forgiveness for my swearing, I ran towards him, and he fled, shaking the book in his hand, and it wasn't long before I realized that I couldn't catch up with him, but at the thought that Mr. Stallman would scold me for losing such a valuable book, and never even lend me any more books, I could only resist the feeling of an explosion in my chest and run forward.

"Come on, honor student, come and get your book back. ”

While I was panting and struggling, the dumb guy who could only write his own name seemed to be at ease.

Soon, I ran out of town to an abandoned mine to the west, where I found the nasty Tim and his accomplices, four other children.

Tim stopped when he greeted them, and I took the opportunity to snatch my book back, but he easily pushed me to the ground, not only in terms of physical strength, but also in terms of strength and height, I realized for the first time that I was also in a complete disadvantage in strength and height, even though not long ago, this guy was shorter than me, but he inadvertently grew like a root grass that broke through the ground.

A shorter boy approached Tim and said, "Give her back the book." ”

He glanced at me, but quickly turned his head away.

"Why?" said Tim, the nasty ghost, glaring at his companion viciously with his superior physique, "You like her, don't you, Logan?"

"No! how could it be!" Logan denied waving his arms, and he glanced at me during this time, and quickly looked away, finally thinking of what to say in the midst of a laugh.

"It would have been terrible if she had complained to Miss Marple. ”

Tim shrank his head at the teacher's name.

"Look, that old drunk, he seems to like this guy...... Although he is always drinking, he has a giant sword more than a man tall hidden in his house!"

Tim scratched his head and double-stroked his hand, as if estimating the height of the sword in Logan's mouth.

"Well, I can make half the price. He said to me in the slang and gestures he had learned somewhere: "You go down with us, and when the expedition is finished, I will return the book to you." ”

With that, he led his companions into the pit...... I got up from the ground, my eyes were sour, and no matter how much I read and how devout I was to the Light, I still couldn't protect a book. Even the simplest brute force can defeat me...... I was so disappointed in myself, how could I be a priest, what could I do in the face of a stubborn and nasty person? I used the light to influence him? I was afraid that I would be beaten before I could speak.

For the first time, I realized that books are not as omnipotent as they say they are, and that many times they can't defeat the villains who run around town with their wooden swords in hand.

My nose was sore, and I finally managed to control it not to leave tears, I patted the mud on my skirt and looked at the dark pit in a daze, my mind went blank.

Those ghost stories are nothing more than nonsense.

Even if I am shorter than them, thinner than them, the Light will give me infinite courage...... It's like a trial.

If you borrow something from someone else, you must pay it back.

It was as if I had succeeded in convincing myself, and I finally took a step into the deep darkness.

I'm still afraid of the dark!

I groped the edge of the tunnel with both hands, carefully following the noisy laughter, and after a long time, my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and could slightly distinguish where there were piles of rubble in the dark tunnel, where the sleepers were loose, and I had to pass quickly, thanks to the rumors of the collapse, I had no time to care about the ethereal ghost stories and the terrible darkness, and I only hoped that the rocks above me would not suddenly collapse.

It's not much better.

After all, the boys were not moving very fast, and it was not long before I saw the light of the fire and chased after them.

They didn't bully me anymore, and I didn't bother to get the book back, I just followed them, at least, if a wild wolf popped out of the tunnel, I would eat them first.

Ah, I don't have any bad intentions, and I'm not cursing anyone, I'm just speculating, well, like the poet in the town who always makes up bizarre stories.

Five minutes, ten minutes, or more, no matter how far they went, the abandoned mine path was always the same, and the boys had little progress worth mentioning other than the occasional broken tool discarded by the miners.

Tim was bored, so he spoke aloud about the ghost stories he had heard about the cave, and from time to time someone added another version of the story, with the torches shining on their faces, and I watched everyone from behind, and the miner's boy named Humo was so pale that even his voice trembled, but as if he wanted to prove his courage, he laughed dryly from time to time, and kept commenting that the monster was not terrible, and the ghost was stupid...... Logan slowed down and came to my side, often glancing at me, consciously or unconsciously, presumably concerned about me?

His face wasn't pretty, either, and the four people in front didn't notice that he had left their ghost story convention.

"Loria......" After a moment's hesitation, he finally whispered, "Don't...... Don't be afraid, I'm here with you. ”

"I'm not afraid. I shook my head and smiled at him, not knowing if he would be able to see my kindness.

"Because, every night, every night, what happens in my dreams is a hundred times scary than these dry stories. ”