Chapter 10: Class D of the third year

I accidentally confided in a little bit of my heart, which was a little embarrassing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Why would he say such strange things to the students he taught on the first day? I'm afraid the students are already talking about what a weird person they are... After all, a teacher who wasted most of his first day on storytelling and boring venting was not a respectable person in Rhodes' opinion.

It's like, if you learn swordsmanship by yourself, then there is a big difference between a nagging teacher who doesn't know what to call and a swordsman who is silent but can teach you by word and deed.

Even if you are fired immediately, you are actually mentally prepared, although it is even more impossible.

"Did you hear that?'s a new teacher, who's cool.・・・'s handsome, and the lectures are fun..."

However, occasionally hearing some girls discuss things made Rhodes even more embarrassed.

It's irritating.

It's better to know that you're hated, but why is it such irritating kindness?

It's like a flexible rope, slow and gentle, but it inevitably wraps around people's necks, and one day, this tenderness will be suffocating, right?

Kindness doesn't save anything...

"Mr. Saltixiu is very good at getting along with students" On the contrary, although the same office is also a compliment, this more flattering smirk makes Rod more adaptable.

Hypocrisy, artificiality, utilitarianism, although this smile is not all, but it makes Rod's psychology relax all of a sudden.

His face turned a little colder, and then he smiled as well.

"No, nothing" such people, he likes them very much.

Because if he wants to kill such people, he can often find many reasons, and he can give them the end of their lives without pressure.

In the eyes of these women, there is always some strange resentment.

I don't understand.,It's like a church school.,But it's like this...

Forget it, don't want to.

I looked at my watch, and it was already the second class on my waist. So, I left the faculty lounge and went to the classroom for the second class.

Of course, I don't do anything stupid anymore.,Just tried to take a near-ordinary English class.・・But there still seem to be some jokes in it.。

Because I'm not good at it...

But after all, looking at the expressions of the students, it seems that it is still good.

And so the months went by.

As if he had forgotten anything else and was just concentrating on becoming a teacher, Rodriette devoted himself to teaching.

At least, that's what it looks like...

Winter has arrived, the new year is not far away, students are about to move to higher grades, and Rhodes is about to spend the world's first Christmas...

No one accompanied.

Almost all students go home for Christmas, and while it's not like no one stays, it's a very small occurrence.

The next semester is coming, and even if it is a boarding school, there is no possibility of leaving students in school during the holidays.

But Rhodes had nowhere to go.

He didn't feel tired, but he lay back in his chair and took off his glasses that had no real meaning.

Looking out the window, there is a beautiful snowy scene.

Within the boundaries of Tokyo, it is a good view this year, too.

This is Rhodes' villa, a temporary abode, not a home.

In the past few days, I have also taken time to return to the church in Tokyo, and if nothing happens, I have not met the nun who helped me a lot. Now I feel even more that the other party is definitely not a simple role.

But none of that matters.

Anyway, the souls consumed as 'fuel' are veritable sinners, and if they burn their souls and residues to support their normal actions, they will not have any remorse at all, and even if that nun really has any terrible identity, she will never be ashamed to fight.

Even if he recognizes the nature of the world, he does not intend to sink himself, and he kills with a clear heart, this is the way for knights to go.

Rodriit has always thought so, and he has done so.

"Is Mr. Saltisius here?"

There was a sound outside the door, and through the wooden door, the timbre was a little muffled. But he could barely make out the owner of the voice.

Asagami Fujino.

I teach, a student in Year 3 Class D.

No mouth, no heart, no pain...

"Yes, the door is unlocked, come in!"

It is worth mentioning that Rodritte, a man who never locks the door, thinks that such a fragile Karakuri device, which cannot stop the enemy, can only bring trouble to himself, is really a superfluous thing.

Since there is no such thing as an important thing to worry about being stolen, there is no point in having such a thing, right?

Click.

The door was pushed open, and the girl who walked in, with a fair face, but a little sickly. A beautiful black hair is draped behind her head, and the whole person is as delicate as a doll.

She wore a nun's uniform as a school uniform, which did not change even during the holidays.

frowned, compared to seeing her face two days ago, it seems that there have been some bad changes.

"Got medicine again?"

“・・・”

He got up from his chair and walked over, looking down at the girl's black eyes.

Saw the wavering.

"Asami, although I can only say this from the perspective of advice... However, the painkillers doped in that medicine are not a good thing, not to mention drug resistance or anything, and not to mention dependence, but if you keep using that kind of thing, what do I say: You will regret it one day."

He gave serious advice, but, as in the past, it still had no effect.

Fujino nodded, then shook his head again.

What does that mean? I don't understand.

sighed, could he still forcibly prohibit her from taking medicine?

"Okay, okay, so what's the matter with me?" he tried to smile.

"Confession?"

If you can, don't use interrogative sentences.

Even if you are a pastor of the church in the ceremonial garden, although you don't have the actual qualifications, if you want to, you can achieve it through hard work.

And now, it is not a big problem to temporarily act on behalf of the rights.

"Well, let's go here, so it's a long way to church, so you don't have to worry about the form" Closing the book he was reading, he took the Bible from the side, and pressed Fujino to the couch while he sat down opposite.

Sit down with a serious face.

"Why, then, do you want to repent?"

“・・・”

There was no answer.

I waited for a while and didn't answer.

So Rod jumped his brow a little embarrassed.

Something is wrong.

"Don't you say?"

"Sorry" doesn't seem to know how to speak, or does it not even have a good idea of what to say?

So what did she do when she came to herself?

There's a bit of a sense of black humor.

He placed his Bible on the coffee table in front of him and exhaled lightly.

"It's okay, you don't have to confess, it's okay" I said it twice in a row, it doesn't matter, all I want to express is the intention to make the other person feel easy, "It's okay to say it later... By the way, do you want something to drink?"

Clapped his hands, "There's a nice black tea, let's have some!"

I like that taste very much, it's a treasure of this era... No, I should say, it's not exclusive to this era, but just something I didn't enjoy in that era.

"No, you don't have to" But when she got up, she was pulled by her sleeve, and the pure black noble girl looked a little panicked.

It seems that something is going to happen, and if you can, it is natural to lend a hand.