I want to sleep with Senior Durandal.
The words struck like five bolts of lightning. Even with Durandal's athletic ability and reflexes, she nearly slipped off the roof.
Wasn't that a little too terrifying?
Extreme repression, extreme distortion—when a person's thoughts had been forcibly suppressed for too long, they would veer from the icy wilderness of Sami straight into the dense tropical rainforest of Sargon.
For example, seeing a heroic-looking woman and wanting to sleep with her.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Wasn't there some brave educator willing to step forward and tell these girls that such thoughts were wrong?
Oh, the doctrines really were extremely strict. Never mind, then.
This was how omnipresent doctrine oppressed people. Laterano had all manner of stale, old-fashioned rules and regulations, and those doctrines had forcibly driven beautiful girls into becoming lesbians!
Hoshino stamped her foot helplessly.
She had originally planned to catch them red-handed, use the opportunity to mingle with the students, and ask what they thought of the city of Laterano. But that was clearly impossible now. At a time like this, Durandal had better not appear in the girls' dormitory.
She stood on the gently sloping roof, leaning against red bricks that still held the day's warmth, and continued listening to the girls' little discussion.
After that incredibly bold declaration of "I want to sleep with Lady Durandal," it was as if a floodgate had opened. Whatever slight unfamiliarity remained between the trainee monks vanished completely, and Durandal seemed to become the lubricant between the girls.
"Ah?"
"You think so too?"
Hoshino heard six voices speak in unison.
"Lady Durandal is so handsome! Who would dare say they don't like Lady Durandal?"
Good grief. They weren't members of the Immortal Blades squad, much less Durandal's personal maids, yet they were already