The inside of the carriage heading to the Great Church of Madea was more comfortable than I thought.

I knew the riding comfort of the wagons rented whenever I went to and from the Perdalos estate or other places, so naturally I had no choice but to compare the wagons prepared for the saintess by the church.

Now that I’ve had a taste of a much more pleasant and sophisticated means of transportation that doesn’t feel even the slightest shake even when I’m passing through bumpy gravel roads.

Certainly, the idea that money is good was a natural occurrence in my head.

“You will have to pass through the warp gate once on the way, so it will take at least half a day to arrive.”

“I’m used to riding in a wagon for a long time, so it’s okay.”

Even going to Perdalos’ territory, I had to spend several times that amount of time in the wagon, and I even had to travel for several days in a cramped wagon a while ago.

I don’t know, but as far as spending a long time in the wagon, I had the confidence to last much longer than most people.

If it was just moving in such a comfortable and unshakable carriage, I could ride it not for half a day, but for two whole days.

The problem wasn’t a long ride in the wagon, although it was a little on the other side.

“Saint Claire.”

“Yes, Mr. Conrad.”

“There are plenty of seats across the street. You don’t have to come to the seat next to me inconveniently.”

It was an odd location choice.

Since two people were using a carriage for four people, of course there were two empty seats left.

It was impossible to get Saint Clare in the opposite direction, so of course I immediately took my seat in the opposite direction of the carriage.

Immediately after that, Saint Claire took the form of calmly sticking to the seat next to me as if it was more natural.

In the end, it was moved to a rather absurd form of seat where two people sat side by side in the opposite direction.

“But I’m more comfortable in the reverse direction than the forward direction. Since my original parents were peddlers, it has become a habit to always sit facing out in the carriage bed.”

“Is that so.”

Well, it’s not a nonsense story.

There are many wagons for small peddlers that, except for the driver’s seat, there is no distinction between the luggage compartment and the person compartment.

Sometimes, when there is a lot of luggage, there will be times when only the body is tucked in and the legs are out, and there was a possibility that she was familiar enough with the reverse direction according to her claim.

Of course, I’m much more comfortable in the forward direction.

“Then I will not decline.”

That’s why I boldly moved to the front seat that Saint Clare had given me.

It was already a comfortable train, but changing the direction of leaning made my body much more comfortable.

“… … .”

Saint Clare looked at my actions and stared at me for a while.

“Go a little further to the side.”

“… Yeah?”

At best, the position he had moved to was colorless, and he calmly moved his butt back to the seat next to me.

“The reverse is obviously more convenient… .”

“Mr. Conrad, are you planning on taking me, a saint, in the reverse direction? And you want to sit at the head of the table alone?”

“… no.”

Even if I got up from here and went back to the opposite seat, it would only repeat the conversation I had just had.

In his previous life and now, he was still a difficult person to match.

* * *

The first thing I felt upon arriving at the Madea Church was the feeling of grandeur.

I think I’ve seen quite a few other church buildings so far, but certainly none of them are comparable to the Great Church of Madea.

Not only compared to simple church buildings, but also to the extent that the arc was different compared to fairly large buildings.

If all the student dormitories in the academy were put together, it would probably be this large.

A fairly tall spire rises from the center of a square building that stretches endlessly.

It was a magnificent building that could be said to have been created by God.

“It’s a great building, isn’t it?”

“It sure is huge.”

“If you build it this high, you think that your words will reach the goddess, and it is said that people in the distant past built this building thinking that it was high in the sky.”

Most of the steeples of the church were made with that meaning, so the meaning of the steeple of the Great Church of Madea would not be different.

“For things like that, it doesn’t seem tall compared to the Mage Tower itself.”

“It must have been judged that the top of the spire was in danger of collapsing, perhaps because it was a man-made building in the past, and the construction was poor.

So, the top few floors of the spire building were dismantled and lowered. I’m not uploading it again for safety reasons.”

“Is it to preserve the historical value of the existing building that the spire is not torn down and rebuilt from scratch?”

“There may be such a thing, but the opposition from the affiliated priests is probably greater. Wherever you go, the spire is a symbol of the church, and the moment you tear it down and build a new one, you’ll think it’s undermining their orthodoxy.

Membership in the old Great Church is also a part of power in the Orthodox Church, so who the hell would agree to reduce their authority?”

That was right.

There were many cases where other things, such as magic or melee combat, were more focused on invisible values rather than physical ones.

In particular, when it comes to the divine power that borrows and uses the power of the gods in many parts, they will be more hung up on abstract values such as symbolism.

It was an understandable view that historicity and legitimacy were also values of that kind, so they could not be damaged.

In that way, in front of the main church entrance, while we were having a blasphemous conversation with St. Claire, someone came out to greet us from inside the large church.

“Welcome, Saint Clare Larapria Maidel. We also welcome the young master Conrad Perdalos, who came with us.”

“hello.”

“hello.”

“My name is Mary Madea April, who served as the abbess of this Madea Great Church.

You can call me Mary comfortably, or you can call me April. If you don’t like me either, you can call me Grandma, the abbess.”

The woman, who looked quite old, introduced herself as the abbess of the convent and said with a smile that it was okay to treat her comfortably from the beginning.

“Nice to meet you, Mary.”

“It is an honor to meet you, Sister Mary Madea April.”

Unlike St. Claire, who was comfortable calling her Mary from the beginning, I returned it with the proper manners as I had learned from Delphina.

Clearly, there was no superior or inferior relationship between me and Mother Mary, unless it was St. Clare who held a higher rank than her in the Orthodox Church.

Rather, if she were the abbess of a large church like this, her influence would be more than that of a young viscount’s family.

So, there is nothing wrong with being as polite as possible when you first meet.

Seeing my polite demeanor, the abbess made eye contact with me without saying a word, then continued with a satisfied smile.

“If you have any luggage, you can give it to the servants of the church.

Set meal times are 7:00 am, 12:00 noon, 6:00 pm – 2 hours daily, but a light snack can be provided at any time if guests require it.

All necessary items such as clothes and toiletries are prepared in the room, and if you need anything else, you can always ask one of the nuns in the Great Church.”

“I know. Thank you for your kind explanation, Mary.”

“It’s a short period, but I’ll take care of it.”

Following Mary, who took the lead in leading us into the church, we were guided to a room to stay for about 10 days.

After handing over the brought luggage to the attendant and entering the room, there was still about an hour left before dinner.

Without further hesitation, I threw myself on the bed and relaxed so that I could rest my tired body and mind for a while.

It’s something I’ve felt before.

Saint Claire was one of the most candid and self-revealing Orthodox people I have ever known.

The thought of spending close to ten days with Mother Mary and other people who have long eaten the rust of the Orthodox Church made me feel like my guts were turning.

It was best to get used to this atmosphere of hiding one’s true intentions, or to finish quickly and return before one gets used to it.

* * *

There were a total of 10 practical tasks given to St. Claire by the Orthodox Church.

It seemed like he gave up on the excuse that since the academy’s midterm vacation was about ten days long, it wouldn’t be okay if he practiced one thing a day.

It was understandable, but nonsensical.

Even if it is second to the fact that the difficulty of each practice was considerable.

During the period of carrying out the practice, the travel time to and from the academy and the main church was not considered at all.

There were also relatively easy practices such as ‘listen to the concerns of church members in the confessional room’ or ‘have a Sunday worship service with believers’ on purpose for condescension.

Except for that, the rest was a murderous level of work.

In addition, to prove his sincerity, it was clear that he intended to make a mistake with a malicious purpose, to perform asceticism without receiving help from other members of the Great Church.

It would be one way to judge that it is impossible from the beginning, then let go of everything and pass on unnecessary mistakes.

The Saint Clare I knew had the personality to try to overcome it in any way she could, instead of complaining about the injustices given to her.

In that respect, it was her best judgment that brought me to the Great Church.

Among the 10 tasks Saint Clare had to perform, there were tasks that could not have been completed without my help.

Even if she overworks herself so hard that her hands get blistered, and even though she is forced to wrap her head around knowledge she doesn’t know well.

In the end, there are three practices that will not be completed or will fail.

In other words, if only those three things could be solved, Saint Clare would be able to solve the rest on her own.

The next morning after spending the day without even having time to do anything properly, I arrived at the Madea Church.

As soon as Saint Claire and I finished breakfast, we left the church early to do one of those three tasks.

Cleaning the large stable owned by the Great Church of Madea.

It was one of the three tasks Saint Clare would never be able to perform alone.

“The stable grazing time of Daegyo Church is three hours from 9:00 am to noon. It’s probably impossible to clean everything in one day, so I’ll have to do a little bit every day.”

Saint Clare said that and handed me one of the large shovel handles in both hands.

In order to clean the stable, she changed into a janitor’s outfit and wrapped her hair, giving off a naive feeling like a country girl.

“what are you doing? Come on, take it.”

There was a serious look in Saint Clare’s eyes, as if she was really ignorant and intended to dig up and clean up this huge stable with a shovel for ten days.

Well, it wouldn’t be impossible.

Of course, it wouldn’t be possible for St. Claire to train alone, but if I and I scooped up the straw bales and excrement with a shovel, it would be clean in a week.

The problem was that if I wasted a week just cleaning the stables like this, I would have very little time for other practical tasks.

Another problem was that he had exhausted himself in the morning and had no stamina left for other tasks.

So instead of this ignorant way, a more efficient way of cleaning is needed.

“Please step back, saintess.”

“Yeah?”

I used the water magic ‘tsunami’ at the front door of the stable that was wide open.

If you become a wizard with a level of 5th circle, even simple water generation becomes this scale.

The torrent that sucked in every drop through the front door of the stable washed away the manure and straw in the space in an instant.

As it was, it became one with all the filth in the stable and escaped through the back door.

From the start of cleaning, it took less than 10 minutes to wash off all the filth from the stable, which holds more than a hundred horses.

“… … .”

Saint Claire, who witnessed the large-scale magic I was using for the first time, looked at the empty stable with two shovel handles as if she were dumbfounded.

“What are you doing, saintess?”

“Ah yes?”

“You should hurry up and bring the straw and spread it on the clean floor.

I’ll go forward while drying the stable building with wind magic, so the saintess can follow me while filling the stable with straw.”

“Oh okay… .”

As if possessed by something, Saint Clare put down the shovel handle she no longer needed and hurriedly moved to the pile of straw displayed next to the stable.

It took only two hours to completely tidy up the large stables that had not been cleaned for months.