Chapter 96: A Lucky Day
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Chapter 96: A Lucky Day
Shiron, clutching his head about to split from a hangover, boarded the flight to Rien.
He drank too much at yesterdays farewell party. Although it might seem odd for a cleric, the seminary students in Shirons order didnt hesitate to drink, so it wasnt strange for alcohol to be at the farewell party after the graduation ceremony.
Im going to die.
Shiron sighed as he plopped down in the area marked on his ticket.
Lucerne -> Rien
Platform: A16 Departure Date: May 12
Arrival Date: May 15
IlIIlIIIllIIlIIIlIlI
The journey from Lucerne, situated at the edge of the continent, to the Empire of Rien, was long. In an era without smartphones or television, the thought of being cooped up in an airship for three days was suffocating.
But in a way, it was just three days. Time would fly by if he read something. Shiron pulled out something to read.
[VIVLE]
This isnt it.
Due to his hangover, he accidentally pulled out the wrong thing. Shiron gazed blankly at the scripture he had unintentionally taken out. A book that made him nauseous just by looking at it, reminding him of the games creator.
As far as he knew, the only person who wrote the Bible as VIVLE was Yura.
-Hey, you spelled it wrong.
-Huh? Where?
-Bible. Its not VIVLE, but the Bible.
-Oh
-Better fix it before the teacher sees it.
-Thanks.
-Our homeroom teacher is such a psycho, right? Who beats a student just for a spelling mistake?
Even though it was a story from elementary school, Yura wasnt always good at everything from the start. Yes, until elementary school, he was better than Yura at everything except fighting. Yura was learning from him.
The annoying girl who coincidentally lived nearby, always coming over with homework or something and even eating at their house
I feel like Im going to throw up.
His thoughts had wandered for a moment.
Shiron shook his head and tucked the scripture back into his coat. He then took out some unopened letters.
Reading letters again?
Ive accumulated a lot of unread ones.
Shiron took a drink from Seira while replying. She was currently pretending to be a nun, accompanying Shiron as his assistant priest. Seira shuddered slightly at the sight of the stack of letters Shiron read. Despite having seen him reading letters many times, she couldnt get used to the ever-present mountain of letters.
For five years straight, without fail
[The academy seems exciting. A place to learn and compete with other peers. Doesnt just thinking about it excite you?]
[Victor is the student council president here at the academy. Why is a prince spending time here? Its strange. Even if its an important time to build connections with future leaders of the empire, doing such trivial tasks Im starting to worry about the future of the empire.]
[The academy is more chaotic than I thought. Kids with barely dry blood on their heads forming groups and fighting for power, seniors treating lower-classmen harshly. Is this really education? Siriel seems to be adapting well without any complaint, but am I the weird one? I dont know, Shiron.]
Lucias letters were generally like this. Although Siriel and Lucia grew up seeing the same things, their perspectives were so different. True to her frank nature, Lucias letters often reflected her concerns about her situation, while Siriels letters seemed to be carefully chosen to avoid causing unnecessary worry.
Still, its unexpected that Lucia followed Siriel to the academy.
Was it because of lingering feelings for unfinished studies? Or searching for traces of departed comrades? One thing was sure: Lucias letters reflected a longing for learning and anticipation.
Shiron looked at Seira, who was nodding off. He hesitated about his plan to introduce Lucia to Seira after her coming-of-age ceremony.
Poor kid.
Shiron returned the tied-up letters to his coat and gazed out the window.
Goooooo
The boats horn signaled their arrival in Rien.
Hey, wake up.
Shiron tapped Seiras shoulder to wake her up.
What Are we there?
Yes. So wake up. We have a world to save.
Shiron fiddled with the holy sword in his coat.
On a bright spring day with the sun shining down.
At the airship platform, carriage drivers lined up competitively, eager to pick up passengers as quickly as possible.
Chamberlain, who was yawning lazily in his carriage, was one of them.
He straightened his disheveled clothes as he watched the gangway extending down from the airship.
Now, after lunchtime, these people would become Chamberlains first customers of the day. Even though it was a time when he could have already served dozens of customers, the patrons of the airships, able to afford the expensive fares, often had the means to give tips equal to a weeks salary of other drivers.
Just then, a young priest accompanied by a nun approached Chamberlains carriage. True to the users of the airship, they were impeccably dressed, emanating an air of dignity and grace.
Passing the front carriages and coming all this way to mine. Today is my lucky day.
However, his luck didnt stop there. As Chamberlain opened the door of the carriage with a friendly smile, two gold coins slipped into his breast pocket.
The young priest had tipped him before even reaching their destination.
What a windfall!
He hadnt expected much of a tip, especially from a cleric known for their frugality and asceticism. He never dreamed such fortune would come his way. Chamberlain struggled to keep his lips from curling up too crudely and spoke in a reserved tone.
Where may I take you?
Shiron, with a solemn face, replied to the driver.
Lets go to the red-light district.
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Chapter 96: A Lucky Day
Shiron, clutching his head about to split from a hangover, boarded the flight to Rien.
He drank too much at yesterdays farewell party. Although it might seem odd for a cleric, the seminary students in Shirons order didnt hesitate to drink, so it wasnt strange for alcohol to be at the farewell party after the graduation ceremony.
Im going to die.
Shiron sighed as he plopped down in the area marked on his ticket.
Lucerne -> Rien
Platform: A16 Departure Date: May 12
Arrival Date: May 15
IlIIlIIIllIIlIIIlIlI
The journey from Lucerne, situated at the edge of the continent, to the Empire of Rien, was long. In an era without smartphones or television, the thought of being cooped up in an airship for three days was suffocating.
But in a way, it was just three days. Time would fly by if he read something. Shiron pulled out something to read.
[VIVLE]
This isnt it.
Due to his hangover, he accidentally pulled out the wrong thing. Shiron gazed blankly at the scripture he had unintentionally taken out. A book that made him nauseous just by looking at it, reminding him of the games creator.
As far as he knew, the only person who wrote the Bible as VIVLE was Yura.
-Hey, you spelled it wrong.
-Huh? Where?
-Bible. Its not VIVLE, but the Bible.
-Oh
-Better fix it before the teacher sees it.
-Thanks.
-Our homeroom teacher is such a psycho, right? Who beats a student just for a spelling mistake?
Even though it was a story from elementary school, Yura wasnt always good at everything from the start. Yes, until elementary school, he was better than Yura at everything except fighting. Yura was learning from him.
The annoying girl who coincidentally lived nearby, always coming over with homework or something and even eating at their house
I feel like Im going to throw up.
His thoughts had wandered for a moment.
Shiron shook his head and tucked the scripture back into his coat. He then took out some unopened letters.
Reading letters again?
Ive accumulated a lot of unread ones.
Shiron took a drink from Seira while replying. She was currently pretending to be a nun, accompanying Shiron as his assistant priest. Seira shuddered slightly at the sight of the stack of letters Shiron read. Despite having seen him reading letters many times, she couldnt get used to the ever-present mountain of letters.
For five years straight, without fail
[The academy seems exciting. A place to learn and compete with other peers. Doesnt just thinking about it excite you?]
[Victor is the student council president here at the academy. Why is a prince spending time here? Its strange. Even if its an important time to build connections with future leaders of the empire, doing such trivial tasks Im starting to worry about the future of the empire.]
[The academy is more chaotic than I thought. Kids with barely dry blood on their heads forming groups and fighting for power, seniors treating lower-classmen harshly. Is this really education? Siriel seems to be adapting well without any complaint, but am I the weird one? I dont know, Shiron.]
Lucias letters were generally like this. Although Siriel and Lucia grew up seeing the same things, their perspectives were so different. True to her frank nature, Lucias letters often reflected her concerns about her situation, while Siriels letters seemed to be carefully chosen to avoid causing unnecessary worry.
Still, its unexpected that Lucia followed Siriel to the academy.
Was it because of lingering feelings for unfinished studies? Or searching for traces of departed comrades? One thing was sure: Lucias letters reflected a longing for learning and anticipation.
Shiron looked at Seira, who was nodding off. He hesitated about his plan to introduce Lucia to Seira after her coming-of-age ceremony.
Poor kid.
Shiron returned the tied-up letters to his coat and gazed out the window.
Goooooo
The boats horn signaled their arrival in Rien.
Hey, wake up.
Shiron tapped Seiras shoulder to wake her up.
What Are we there?
Yes. So wake up. We have a world to save.
Shiron fiddled with the holy sword in his coat.
On a bright spring day with the sun shining down.
At the airship platform, carriage drivers lined up competitively, eager to pick up passengers as quickly as possible.
Chamberlain, who was yawning lazily in his carriage, was one of them.
He straightened his disheveled clothes as he watched the gangway extending down from the airship.
Now, after lunchtime, these people would become Chamberlains first customers of the day. Even though it was a time when he could have already served dozens of customers, the patrons of the airships, able to afford the expensive fares, often had the means to give tips equal to a weeks salary of other drivers.
Just then, a young priest accompanied by a nun approached Chamberlains carriage. True to the users of the airship, they were impeccably dressed, emanating an air of dignity and grace.
Passing the front carriages and coming all this way to mine. Today is my lucky day.
However, his luck didnt stop there. As Chamberlain opened the door of the carriage with a friendly smile, two gold coins slipped into his breast pocket.
The young priest had tipped him before even reaching their destination.
What a windfall!
He hadnt expected much of a tip, especially from a cleric known for their frugality and asceticism. He never dreamed such fortune would come his way. Chamberlain struggled to keep his lips from curling up too crudely and spoke in a reserved tone.
Where may I take you?
Shiron, with a solemn face, replied to the driver.
Lets go to the red-light district.
Chapter 96: A Lucky DayShiron, clutching his head about to split from a hangover, boarded the flight to Rien.He drank too much at yesterdays farewell party. Although it might seem odd for a cleric, the seminary students in Shirons order didnt hesitate to drink, so it wasnt strange for alcohol to be at the farewell party after the graduation ceremony.Im going to die.Shiron sighed as he plopped down in the area marked on his ticket.Lucerne - RienPlatform: A16 Departure Date: May 12Arrival Date: May 15IlIIlIIIllIIlIIIlIlIThe journey from Lucerne, situated at the edge of the continent, to the Empire of Rien, was long. In an era without smartphones or television, the thought of being cooped up in an airship for three days was suffocating.But in a way, it was just three days. Time would fly by if he read something. Shiron pulled out something to read.VIVLEThis isnt it.Due to his hangover, he accidentally pulled out the wrong thing. Shiron gazed blankly at the scripture he had unintentionally taken out. A book that made him nauseous just by looking at it, reminding him of the games creator.As far as he knew, the only person who wrote the Bible as VIVLE was Yura.-Hey, you spelled it wrong.-Huh? Where?-Bible. Its not VIVLE, but the Bible.-Oh-Better fix it before the teacher sees it.-Thanks.-Our homeroom teacher is such a psycho, right? Who beats a student just for a spelling mistake?Even though it was a story from elementary school, Yura wasnt always good at everything from the start. Yes, until elementary school, he was better than Yura at everything except fighting. Yura was learning from him.The annoying girl who coincidentally lived nearby, always coming over with homework or something and even eating at their houseI feel like Im going to throw up.His thoughts had wandered for a moment.Shiron shook his head and tucked the scripture back into his coat. He then took out some unopened letters.Reading letters again?Ive accumulated a lot of unread ones.Shiron took a drink from Seira while replying. She was currently pretending to be a nun, accompanying Shiron as his assistant priest. Seira shuddered slightly at the sight of the stack of letters Shiron read. Despite having seen him reading letters many times, she couldnt get used to the ever-present mountain of letters.For five years straight, without failThe academy seems exciting. A place to learn and compete with other peers. Doesnt just thinking about it excite you?Victor is the student council president here at the academy. Why is a prince spending time here? Its strange. Even if its an important time to build connections with future leaders of the empire, doing such trivial tasks Im starting to worry about the future of the empire.The academy is more chaotic than I thought. Kids with barely dry blood on their heads forming groups and fighting for power, seniors treating lower-classmen harshly. Is this really education? Siriel seems to be adapting well without any complaint, but am I the weird one? I dont know, Shiron.Lucias letters were generally like this. Although Siriel and Lucia grew up seeing the same things, their perspectives were so different. True to her frank nature, Lucias letters often reflected her concerns about her situation, while Siriels letters seemed to be carefully chosen to avoid causing unnecessary worry.Still, its unexpected that Lucia followed Siriel to the academy.Was it because of lingering feelings for unfinished studies? Or searching for traces of departed comrades? One thing was sure: Lucias letters reflected a longing for learning and anticipation.Shiron looked at Seira, who was nodding off. He hesitated about his plan to introduce Lucia to Seira after her coming-of-age ceremony.Poor kid.Shiron returned the tied-up letters to his coat and gazed out the window.GooooooThe boats horn signaled their arrival in Rien.Hey, wake up.Shiron tapped Seiras shoulder to wake her up.What Are we there?Yes. So wake up. We have a world to save.Shiron fiddled with the holy sword in his coat.On a bright spring day with the sun shining down.At the airship platform, carriage drivers lined up competitively, eager to pick up passengers as quickly as possible.Chamberlain, who was yawning lazily in his carriage, was one of them.He straightened his disheveled clothes as he watched the gangway extending down from the airship.Now, after lunchtime, these people would become Chamberlains first customers of the day. Even though it was a time when he could have already served dozens of customers, the patrons of the airships, able to afford the expensive fares, often had the means to give tips equal to a weeks salary of other drivers.Just then, a young priest accompanied by a nun approached Chamberlains carriage. True to the users of the airship, they were impeccably dressed, emanating an air of dignity and grace.Passing the front carriages and coming all this way to mine. Today is my lucky day.However, his luck didnt stop there. As Chamberlain opened the door of the carriage with a friendly smile, two gold coins slipped into his breast pocket.The young priest had tipped him before even reaching their destination.What a windfall!He hadnt expected much of a tip, especially from a cleric known for their frugality and asceticism. He never dreamed such fortune would come his way. Chamberlain struggled to keep his lips from curling up too crudely and spoke in a reserved tone.Where may I take you?Shiron, with a solemn face, replied to the driver.Lets go to the red-light district.
