Surviving as a Saint in Another World

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Jenissa Laughlin. She thought she was living a pretty successful life for a commoner.

Despite being born as an ordinary peasant’s child in a village no different from the countryside, he has his own small house in the capital of the empire, and he is also a professor at Robben Academy in recognition of his talent in cooking, so anyone would say that it is a self-made life.

Of course, I feel sorry for comparing myself to the real professors in the academy, so I’m in a position to circumvent with people in a similar situation, and there were twists and turns that even hundreds of pages would not be enough to get to this position, but anyway, isn’t the result important?

She had pride in her life. She also had faith in Orion, who took care of her until she reached this position.

I wouldn’t be where I am today if I hadn’t gotten a little rest through the teachings of the church whenever I was having a hard time.

She was an exemplary believer who had a sound faith and went to church every week and gave offerings.

Although he had a little bit of a sneaky black heart, hoping that one day his steady faith would be rewarded and he would be more successful.

Is this a punishment for such a cunning heart? Or is it Lord Orion’s own mercy for the faith I gave?

“Okay, then let’s start class.”

A voice that could tell that anyone listening could tell that she was trembling came out, but fortunately or unfortunately, Yenisa’s appearance did not catch the eyes of the few students in the classroom.

Because everyone in the classroom was currently looking at one place.

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Looking at the apprentice saint in the far corner of the classroom, which she couldn’t ignore even if she tried hard, she still couldn’t tell if it was a dream or real life.

why? Why? The course registration was real, not a dream? How could that be?

Have I not woken up yet? I shouldn’t be like this, but I have to go to work today because it’s Monday morning.

“From today, we will learn about fried dishes using local fish.”

Even as she read through the class materials she had prepared mechanically, Yenisa felt the urge to choke her past self, who had just prepared this dish.

Due to the nature of the inland empire, fish is a relatively rare ingredient, and frying is also a high-end dish because it is not easy to heat it at a high temperature and uniform temperature without using magic.

Although Yenisa’s cooking class is nominally named ‘Basic’, the curriculum was structured around the dishes that she wanted to try, and the dishes that were naturally luxurious or difficult to access were the main ones. That was not a problem either.

There weren’t many students taking this course in the first place, but some students showed interest in this kind of cooking rather than steamed dishes or egg dishes with spices that are easily accessible in everyday life.

In other words, his selfishness had a positive effect on the students as well.

until now.

Those who want to learn how to cook in earnest who come to the academy and take cooking classes won’t mind, but fish basically smells fishy.

As it is a meat dish, internal trimming is essential, and for frying, you have to make a separate batter for frying. Needless to say, oil splashes when frying.

In short, the cooking process I am about to learn was very laborious and messy.

It was not for nothing that there were novice cooks or housekeepers in the kitchens of aristocratic households who were only in charge of menial tasks.

However, this is a course opened to learn cooking.

Cooking starts from such a trivial part, so what’s the point if someone else does it for you?

Yenisa, who has a strong sense of pride in cooking, always had such a theory, but now, she wished that there was such an assistant.

It is not a problem for the students who have been faithfully following the class, as they are already accustomed to such chores.

But now, the problem was that the apprentice saint of the Orion school was not simply watching, but was directly participating in the class.

“Then, first of all, I’ll learn how to prepare the fish’s intestines today.”

Yenisa, who had tried to turn her body completely toward the blackboard to block her gaze from the saint, began to twitch.

The saint, who seems to have never picked up a kitchen knife in his life, nor seen a fish that has not been trimmed, is trimming the intestines…!

“This fish is characterized by its rich gravy, so to emphasize it, we made a chewy fried batter…”

Making fried dough for a saint who doesn’t even know what starch is…!

The more she spoke, the more Jenissa felt as if she were committing an outrageous sin.

Feeling exhausted just by explaining the cooking process, Yenisa very carefully turned her head to look at the apprentice saint.

I wished he had a bored expression on his face. If he had been looking elsewhere with a disinterested expression, he would have been relieved.

Nothing will happen if you give the saint who is not interested in a reasonable amount of convenience and do nothing.

Even though the saint reluctantly takes this class, does it make sense to have the saint prepare and prepare the ingredients for cooking?

Yes, as a commoner, there must be something huge secret that you can’t even fathom.

Yenisa, who came to a conclusion with her wishes disguised as rational judgment, met eyes with the apprentice saint who was looking this way with enthusiastic eyes.

“…”

If it wasn’t my own misunderstanding, it seemed that he was also taking notes.

A few seconds after our eyes met and they froze.

The apprentice saint tilted her head and showed a small smile to Yenika.

Anyone can see that it is a far cry from words such as coercion, conspiracy, lack of interest, and boredom.

In the meantime, Yenisa, who felt at ease for a moment at the apprentice saint’s laughter, smiled at her face as if possessed by something, then turned back to the blackboard and thought.

Also, something is wrong with this!!!

Sorry Orion! But not on purpose! I have no intention of making a saint do such a thing! Please forgive me for my sins!

The silent clamor of Yenisa Laughlin, currently a professor at the academy’s culinary department, resonated throughout the classroom.

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I had no choice but to reflect on myself, who easily saw it as just a livelihood.

Yes, in a world where magical engineering wagons that rival car rides roam around and armor that expands and contracts accordingly even if the wearer suddenly becomes taller than 2m, how can a livelihood be primitive?

It’s just that the difference between the high and the low due to the gap between the rich and the poor is enormous.

A facility that is no different from a modern kitchen by applying all kinds of magic equipment, all kinds of recipes developed accordingly, and even strange ingredients that are similar to modern times but slightly different.

Wouldn’t this be able to make food that satisfies modern people who are accustomed to the stimulating taste of all kinds of seasonings and spices?

It was just a subject I chose to avoid danger, but I was quite happy because I felt like I had found a hidden pearl unintentionally.

“Was the class worth taking?”

The princess who approached me after my first cooking class asked me that.

“It’s a very solid subject.”

“Is that so…”

I said it with all my heart, but the princess didn’t seem to agree.

Even now, I seemed to want to take other subjects than this one, but after taking the class, I became even more reluctant.

I changed the subject lightly.

“Does the princess need to wait outside like this just because of me? It must be troublesome.”

“That’s the escort knight’s job. The saint doesn’t have to worry about it.”

No matter how much I am, I have resistance to having the princess wait outside for the entire class.

Cooking Professor, I was in a panic, so when I saw me, I used the holy magic that I showed at the welcome ceremony.

I could have walked right away, but then it’s meaningless. I’ll take the chance.

Whether external factors intervene or whatever, if you feel a sense of stability while looking at me, it is highly likely that it will lead to a liking for you. It is a basic human psychology that is famous for the rocking bridge effect.

There’s nothing wrong with accumulating goodwill toward the professor you’ll be taking classes from.

Wouldn’t these small parts come together to solidify my position as a commoner saint?

“Anyway, I don’t see that child who always attends on the saint.”

“You mean Celia? I told you not to focus on serving me as much as taking classes at the academy, but to take courses that will help you.”

Of course, help to him would be helpful to me.

“Then the saint’s attendant…”

“In the first place, even if you don’t wait, there’s no hindrance to living. Right now, Miss Azalea doesn’t have anyone to wait on her.”

How many modern people have had the experience of living while being served by others? At least not me.

It’s good because there is

“That’s because I have to escort the saint. I’m usually waited on too.”

“To begin with, I’m not a great person to be waited upon.”

Well, this is just a humble statement.

But, of course, it is better to do something than not do it even if it is obvious.

It is not for nothing that people say that one word pays back a thousand dollars.

“A saint really…”

It seemed like he couldn’t stop it, but seeing that he had a crush on him, it was as expected.

Although I decided to distance myself from those in power, the imperial family and the princess are different.

Moreover, ironically, the reason I decided to keep my distance was the princess, but I decided to stick with her even more because she showed off such amazing abilities.

The best escort I’ve ever wanted. I won’t miss it until I find someone else.

Especially in order not to be ridiculously taken!

“So, would you like to go to the next… class?”

The princess said that to me as I made that decision.

Hearing the princess’ trembling voice, I naturally thought of the next subject.

farming.

Hmm… To be honest, I never even imagined that there would be a case where I would learn to farm after coming to another world.

I’ve never had that common rural experience in modern times.

“Ronan Saint. If you ever feel like quitting, just tell me.”

why are you so scared

Farming may be difficult, but I think it will be much better than the martial arts subjects that the princess tried to teach.

“Don’t worry, Azalia-sama. I’ll tell you as soon as I feel that it’s beyond my power.”

After saying that, we moved to the vegetable garden where farming lessons were held while diligently appeasing the princess who asked if she was still not relieved.

This time, we didn’t go into a classroom with clearly defined boundaries, so as we were walking together towards the designated place, we noticed a group of people who seemed to be gathering to take a farming class from afar.

“I’ll be back.”

“Take care of yourself.”

That’s why you’re just learning farming. Anyone who sees you will think you’re going to a battlefield.

The moment I saw the princess off with a smile and was about to move towards the place where people were gathered.

“Hey little saint! You’re here on time! Here you go!”

A booming voice echoed through the crowd.

It was a very familiar voice.

The princess, who was about to turn around and leave, also turned her gaze to the place where the voice came from, frozen in that state.

“What are you doing! Aren’t you here to take a farming class?”

Because of his small size, the figure who had been hidden by the crowd began to wave his hand through the crowd.

I stared at the sight and the princess alternately with a puzzled look.

“…”

The princess was also shaking her head in a cold sweat.

Is that so, is this something you don’t know?

“…Why is Gorg-sama here?”

Eventually, an obvious question came out of my mouth.

There was a Dwarf with a majestic posture.

The leader of the Steel Anvil Knights. The leader of the Dwarf Priests.

also! It was Mr. Gorg.

Is this the guy who lives next door?

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Looking at the accommodation, it’s not wrong to say next door…

The people standing around sympathized with my question, but seemed to be looking at what you were saying.

No, I’m taking the natural step as a commoner-friendly saint candidate.

A clogged human who wields that terrifying mace, raises his body to be a giant over 2m tall, and doesn’t yield an inch when it comes to his faith… It’s different from a dwarf!

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like the eyes that contained my intentions were conveyed properly.