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Those misfortunes that one after another befell their academy initially seemed like a coincidence or an oversight. However, the more time passed, the more Varja became convinced (and continued to be convinced) that most of the teachers had no idea what to do and how to ensure a safe and relatively decent life for the students. Perhaps, against this background, Sir Duncan's inability to exorcise a demon that was humiliating a student no longer seemed like something new or unexpected. But yelling at those who lost duels for reasons that were unclear – that's when he really "shined."
The murder of students, hypnosis, a demon, more hypnosis... The world, which consisted of clearly understandable rules, such as "these are the good guys, don't touch them; this one is older and more important than you, listen to him; and these are the bad guys, shoot them in the eye, and don't even think about feeling sorry"… This world was completely and irrevocably destroyed. The world in which others thought for Varja, and she simply had to agree and do things, and she could be sure that the result would be good... That world was gone.
The refitter's head was aching again. Lately, this had been happening more and more often. So little help from anyone around, but so many problems... In the monastery, Father Vasily carefully looked after both the little ones and those who were already eighteen or older, not leaving anyone to their own devices, but here, at sixteen, one would go gray.
Varja fondly remembered their lessons.
“Now, who can show me,” said the vicar, standing by a poster with a huge hippopotamus-like horned creature with protruding spikes. “Where is the demon’s weak spot? Barbarian?”
“Um…,” the girl took a pointer and hesitantly pointed it towards a growth on the side of the monster. “Here…”
“Nooooo…”
“You don’t have to shoot!”
“Ahem.”
“It’s like… just a spike. It doesn’t do anything. And here…” she points to a huge eye on the monster’s belly.
“No…”
“You don’t have to shoot there either! It’s… not real. But there’s a lot of fat and skin there… thick…”
“Okay. You better tell me where to shoot!”
Varja thought for a moment.
“Here,” she pointed to a fold on the head, covered with thick fur. “His real eyes are hidden here.”
“Why are you so unsure? But in general, yes, I’m surprised that you finally learned it. See?” she said to the whole class. “These creatures are deceivers in everything, both inside and out! You have to see through them! Okay, now your assignment is…”
To see through… No problem, Your Most Reverend, but what to do next? This society lives according to its own, incomprehensible, and strange laws. Following them is stupid. Not following them is impossible, or you’ll have to pack your bags. The local stronghold of the church, in the person of Michaella, frankly speaking, was not improving the situation, and in fact, Michaella herself needed supervision. Yes, she was kind and good, and they were on her side, but… Unfortunately, the naive Michaella, little Michaella, who constantly got into trouble, was not a good example to follow. However, no one in the academy, for various reasons, was a good example.
While studying with the orion in the library, talking to her about countries and religions, Varja usually tended to agree with everything. But deep down, the refitter had been worried about one question for a long time – who was she really? Was she still a believer, or not? Michaella, on the other hand, had no doubts about the will of the Creator, she prayed often, and kissing boys was a forbidden topic for her, and her swimsuit… had sleeves and leggings, Varja didn’t even know that such swimsuits existed. The refitter was simpler, and she wanted everything to be simple.
She was tired of living according to strict rules that were of no use (and rather harmful, if you look at the suffering and humiliation of Michaella). Breaking the rules, looking for loopholes – that wasn’t right either, it was an occupation for those who were not confident in themselves. To live peacefully in such a dangerous environment and situation, to succeed and not let someone like Alidum win, to be sure of tomorrow…
She had to be above the rules. Like Risha. Risha, who opposed the Three, although, frankly speaking, she didn’t even try very hard. She divided the world, but as if not for the sake of division, but simply because she was creating all sorts of things, and that’s how it turned out. Risha, who tests everyone with her vile creations – is it really just for fun, or does she secretly want to see other creations unite in a common effort against bloodthirsty creatures, becoming stronger in the process? Risha is not very demanding of her followers, she gives strength to both bad and good people… as if she doesn’t see the difference. Those who oppose her creations will receive as much strength as those who want evil in the world – out of despair, envy, or any other feelings.
So why not take advantage of that? No one in their right mind would reject a weapon just because the enemy has the same one. If it’s strong enough, then you have to use it, and not give the opponent an unfair advantage. If Risha is okay with this line of reasoning (and, judging by the literature, that was the case), then…
Varja closes her eyes… What do you need to say in such cases? Oh, right, repeat it three times.
“Risha is the best, Risha is the best, Risha is the best!”
(Gets Risha + skill for OS for 850 experience + reads the magazine that Oleg gave her)
The murder of students, hypnosis, a demon, more hypnosis... The world, which consisted of clearly understandable rules, such as "these are the good guys, don't touch them; this one is older and more important than you, listen to him; and these are the bad guys, shoot them in the eye, and don't even think about feeling sorry"… This world was completely and irrevocably destroyed. The world in which others thought for Varja, and she simply had to agree and do things, and she could be sure that the result would be good... That world was gone.
The refitter's head was aching again. Lately, this had been happening more and more often. So little help from anyone around, but so many problems... In the monastery, Father Vasily carefully looked after both the little ones and those who were already eighteen or older, not leaving anyone to their own devices, but here, at sixteen, one would go gray.
Varja fondly remembered their lessons.
“Now, who can show me,” said the vicar, standing by a poster with a huge hippopotamus-like horned creature with protruding spikes. “Where is the demon’s weak spot? Barbarian?”
“Um…,” the girl took a pointer and hesitantly pointed it towards a growth on the side of the monster. “Here…”
“Nooooo…”
“You don’t have to shoot!”
“Ahem.”
“It’s like… just a spike. It doesn’t do anything. And here…” she points to a huge eye on the monster’s belly.
“No…”
“You don’t have to shoot there either! It’s… not real. But there’s a lot of fat and skin there… thick…”
“Okay. You better tell me where to shoot!”
Varja thought for a moment.
“Here,” she pointed to a fold on the head, covered with thick fur. “His real eyes are hidden here.”
“Why are you so unsure? But in general, yes, I’m surprised that you finally learned it. See?” she said to the whole class. “These creatures are deceivers in everything, both inside and out! You have to see through them! Okay, now your assignment is…”
To see through… No problem, Your Most Reverend, but what to do next? This society lives according to its own, incomprehensible, and strange laws. Following them is stupid. Not following them is impossible, or you’ll have to pack your bags. The local stronghold of the church, in the person of Michaella, frankly speaking, was not improving the situation, and in fact, Michaella herself needed supervision. Yes, she was kind and good, and they were on her side, but… Unfortunately, the naive Michaella, little Michaella, who constantly got into trouble, was not a good example to follow. However, no one in the academy, for various reasons, was a good example.
While studying with the orion in the library, talking to her about countries and religions, Varja usually tended to agree with everything. But deep down, the refitter had been worried about one question for a long time – who was she really? Was she still a believer, or not? Michaella, on the other hand, had no doubts about the will of the Creator, she prayed often, and kissing boys was a forbidden topic for her, and her swimsuit… had sleeves and leggings, Varja didn’t even know that such swimsuits existed. The refitter was simpler, and she wanted everything to be simple.
She was tired of living according to strict rules that were of no use (and rather harmful, if you look at the suffering and humiliation of Michaella). Breaking the rules, looking for loopholes – that wasn’t right either, it was an occupation for those who were not confident in themselves. To live peacefully in such a dangerous environment and situation, to succeed and not let someone like Alidum win, to be sure of tomorrow…
She had to be above the rules. Like Risha. Risha, who opposed the Three, although, frankly speaking, she didn’t even try very hard. She divided the world, but as if not for the sake of division, but simply because she was creating all sorts of things, and that’s how it turned out. Risha, who tests everyone with her vile creations – is it really just for fun, or does she secretly want to see other creations unite in a common effort against bloodthirsty creatures, becoming stronger in the process? Risha is not very demanding of her followers, she gives strength to both bad and good people… as if she doesn’t see the difference. Those who oppose her creations will receive as much strength as those who want evil in the world – out of despair, envy, or any other feelings.
So why not take advantage of that? No one in their right mind would reject a weapon just because the enemy has the same one. If it’s strong enough, then you have to use it, and not give the opponent an unfair advantage. If Risha is okay with this line of reasoning (and, judging by the literature, that was the case), then…
Varja closes her eyes… What do you need to say in such cases? Oh, right, repeat it three times.
“Risha is the best, Risha is the best, Risha is the best!”
(Gets Risha + skill for OS for 850 experience + reads the magazine that Oleg gave her)