Royal Law University, Theology and Law Faculty, First Theology Building.
Sitting in the packed tiered lecture hall, Aiden stared blankly at the old professor droning on about the history of the Stibium Kingdom and couldn't help letting out a huge yawn. He was sitting in the seventh row of the left section, and seven or eight people in front of him had already fallen asleep with their heads scattered across their desks.
...Seriously, why do apprentice priests like us, who are going to enter the church after graduation, have to study history too? The freckled boy with brown curls propped up his chin, narrowed his sleepy eyes, and grumbled inwardly.
It wasn't that he hated history... The main problem was that Professor Bard's lectures were so boring.
Besides, I have no need to go abroad. I'll never meet a Stibnite Person in my entire life. Who cares what the Stibium Kingdom used to be called...
Not only that, they had to study the Stibium Language, which was convoluted and grammatically complicated—just listening to it was enough to make someone anxious. Would a Stibnite Person really come to pray at a church in Avalon? Even if they did, shouldn't they go to the Theocracy?
If a Stibnite Person really came to Avalon, there would probably be an inspector following them the entire time. Why would he need to speak Avalon's language? The moment they shouted something in the Stibium Language, someone would rush over to question them. Those inspectors in black hats that looked like helmets reacted even faster than restaurant waiters.
Aiden gazed at the lectern and began reminiscing about the young lady he had met at the White Shoes Club the night before.
Putting aside her graceful figure, elegant dancing, and knowledge of literature and art... the new book