Surviving as a Saint in Another World

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Is this the last one?

I sighed again as I entered the last class to finally end the long day.

I was locked in my room all the time and suddenly had a busy routine, but the day was too long because I was stressed during that routine.

The last lesson is horseback riding.

This horse riding is a subject that I had a lot of trouble while choosing.

Because riding a horse wasn’t my job.

In this world, there was a sense that horseback riding was an essential culture.

As for how essential it is, nobles who enter the academy already know how to ride a horse, so there is no need to learn it. Therefore, nobles do not choose much.

However, if it is a subject that is so natural for nobles, it means that it is a subject that most commoners who have entered the academy with aspirations or goals to approach aristocrats would like to take.

It’s a subject that even nobles learn if there are circumstances.

That’s right. Unlike the past, this subject is basically crowded…!

Someone might ask. Then why the hell did you choose this subject?

The answer is simple. You don’t have to know how to ride a horse to escape.

Horses are a universal means of transportation in this world that everyone uses, so how can you escape if you don’t know how to ride a horse? At least, it would be better to strengthen your horse than to fly away as it is when using holy magic.

It was an essential choice to raise my survival rate.

“I’ve been waiting for you, apprentice saint. Come this way.”

Unlike the professors so far, the professor of the riding class was nervous on the inside, but on the outside he maintained a certain level of calm.

Still, he is a professor who teaches nobles too.

“The basics of horseback riding begin with a rapport with the horse. It includes the process of choosing one’s horse for half a year and taking good care of it and building a bond, but apprentice saints should start from the beginning.”

After the professor finished speaking, an instructor stood holding onto his horse.

I didn’t know it when I was riding in the carriage, but it felt strange to be making eye contact with the horse right in front of me.

Even though he was much bigger than me, there was a pretty cute side to him with his bright, huge eyes staring at me full of curiosity.

My body was also white, so I thought I was going to have a good time.

As expected, a saint is a white horse. Does the professor know something?

I carefully moved my seat toward the white horse.

“It’s much bigger than I thought.”

Coincidentally, after saying that, the horse lowered its head and pretended to be at eye level with me.

“Do you like me?”

purr.

As if he understood what he was saying, he made a truce once and then approached me even more.

When the professor startled and tried to approach me, I signaled that it was okay with a hand gesture and carefully placed my hand on the horse’s face.

He did not reject words and naturally accepted my touch. Affinity is no joke.

“You’re a good boy.”

It feels like animal therapy.

It feels like the healing that I couldn’t do in the landscaping class is happening here.

After all, animals are the best than people who don’t know where to jump.

“Would it be all right if I taught the class with these words?”

Feeling at ease, I nodded my head at the professor’s words.

“Tough.”

“yes.”

The instructor who handed over the reins went away to the students who were riding horses in the distance, while the horseback riding professor stayed and looked at me.

“I will personally teach you until you feel comfortable riding a horse.”

huh?

“What about the other students?”

“For the time being, the instructor will be in charge of the process. Don’t worry too much. It’s all agreed upon.”

I don’t think the students would have agreed because they wanted to agree on that.

Is this power? Too…

too sweet

The first professor at the Imperial Academy provides 1:1 tutoring without the need to learn horseback riding while being nervous among so many students?

It’s a real honey.

Is it because the effect of animal therapy was too much?

While I was rejoicing at my unexpected good fortune, I started hearing the sound of something galloping in the distance, and it came towards me.

It was an unusual speed to close the distance in an instant.

However, when I reached this side, I slowed down very naturally, and by the time I got to the front, there was no dust.

It was an unusual horse riding skill even for me who did not know anything.

Ah… I forgot this and said I liked it.

If I come in the middle and receive private tutoring, isn’t there another person who will inevitably receive private tutoring?

But is there anything to learn here with that skill?

“Nice to meet you, Saint Ronan.”

A man wearing a robe that covered his whole body jumped off his horse in a very graceful posture and strode toward me.

“Let me formally introduce myself. I am Rita Hercy, the fox beast, the second operative of the Nine Tails who carries out the will of the High Priestess.

When the hood was pulled back, a pair of animal ears that rose above the head pricked up as if to show off their presence.

Those were fox ears, not cat ears.

“Nice to meet you, Rita-sama. I’m Ronan, an apprentice saint of the Orion Church.”

Finally, the last challenge of the day appeared.

“Do you like the horse?”

“I like it very much.”

I like it…how come the tone is a bit strange?

When I turned my gaze to the professor, the professor tried to pretend to be calm and smiled.

“This horse is not owned by the academy, but was gifted to the apprentice saint by the surrogate.”

What? No, why are you saying that now?

Unknowingly, I let go of the hand I was holding on to the horse.

“Of course, it has also been carefully checked at the Academy level. We have concluded that the words given by the surrogate are much better than what we can provide.”

“It’s impossible to follow the skills of our Beast Tribe when it comes to handling animals. Still, the stables at the academy were quite impressive. The horses are in very good condition.”

“It is an honor to hear such words from a beastman priest.”

What is this atmosphere? It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a high-ranking priest talking to an ordinary person casually like that.

But if you think about it, maybe this is normal?

Didn’t I finally have a normal person who was a high enough cleric and could talk casually with other people?

Maybe he’s not as strange as he thought. After all, the answer is animals rather than humans?

Assuming the worst, the atmosphere was milder than I thought, and my tension was relieved without realizing it.

“Okay then, let’s proceed with the lesson. Today, we will first communicate with the horse and ride it if possible…”

“You don’t have to. Belarus.”

The agent who interrupted the professor who was about to start the class in earnest looked at the horse and at me, then blew a small whistle.

Then the horse spontaneously bent its legs and lowered itself to make it easier for me to ride.

Suddenly, the performance performed by the beastmen at the welcome ceremony came to mind.

“The child’s name is Belarus. He will never cause a fuss, so please get on slowly.”

Do you really communicate with animals? Oh, no way… Then how the hell would you ride a horse? eww…

But what kind of relationship do beasts and animals really have? I’m curious about the doctrines of other races for the first time here.

I looked at the professor for a moment, but the professor was just confused about what to do.

Yes, it’s not easy to dissuade an authority on a different race from claiming that there’s absolutely no problem while talking as if it’s his area of expertise.

The appearance of the protective equipment placed on one side is pitiful.

It’s not like I’m suddenly boiling and urging the horse, and there’s a person right next to him who handles animals freely, is there anything special?

I followed the agent’s words and slowly got on the horse.

“Hold the reins too.”

As I was holding on to the reins, the feeling of riding a living creature for the first time in my life was strange.

Because of the saddle and stirrups, I had no direct contact with the horse, but I felt a strange pulsation.

“I burned my precious body, so I have to be more careful.”

The agent stroked Belarus a couple of times, then went back to the dark horse he had been riding and mounted it.

The horse didn’t lower his stance like I did, and even though he didn’t have a saddle or stirrups, the way he rode his body as if flying was obvious.

No, there was even a pretext of learning things that the real knight commander and princess don’t know. What kind of pretext are you here?

“I’ll speak slowly. I’ll be by your side, so don’t be nervous.”

The agent on horseback came up next to me and whistled again while standing side by side with me.

Then, Belarus started to stand up slowly. Mysteriously, the horse stood up, but my posture did not become unstable or I felt a big vibration.

It seemed that the horse was moving with consideration for me to the extent that I could understand that it would never cause a rampage.

you are really smart

When I unknowingly stroked the horse’s neck, Belarus gave a ture as if it were happy.

“Belarus seems to like Saint Ronan.”

“That’s a nice word.”

But do you really understand animals? Is it rude to ask? I’m really curious.

“Now let’s move slowly around here.”

While I was thinking about it, the agent who said that took the posture of looking at me with his whole body on the horse, and then stretched out his hand toward Belarus’s head and induced him to walk slowly.

Was it really possible to ride a horse like that? Are you a Mongolian who eats three meals a day on a horse?

The professor, perplexed as if he didn’t know if he was going to lead by leading the horse, caught up to the other side of the agent, but couldn’t find anything to say, so he just looked at the two of us.

I don’t know who is taking this lesson from.

Whether because Belarus is smart or because the agent’s skills are good, I enjoyed the cool breeze on the horse without any discomfort.

But does this essentially help my riding skills? Belarus and the agent seem to be doing everything on their own.

Well, there’s still a lot of learning left, so there’s no need to be impatient. Today was so hard. I need healing too.

“Now then…”

I heard such a voice as I was feeling the vibrations coming from Belarus in a drowsy mood.

Wait. I’m a person with a conditioned reflex that gets anxious when people talk like that.

Suddenly, as if I had been doused with cold water, my mind went straight.

When I turned my gaze to the agent, yellow energy was flowing from my body.

…Can I ask why you’re suddenly raising your holy power?

“Can’t you let go of the reins?”

“yes?”

Ominously, suddenly, why?

“Come on, let’s run Belarus!”

The words of my agent and I started to run with an instant acceleration.

The surrounding scenery started to change quickly, but I didn’t feel any resistance, so I was late in grasping the situation due to the sense of gap.

When I came to my senses, I saw two horses galloping away, hundreds of meters away from where I was already teaching.

Ah, the realization that air resistance must have been reduced with the holy method. At the same time, other realizations also came.

It’s a kidnapping, you crazy b*tch!

It seemed that the professor’s screams could be heard faintly from behind.

I was mistaken. After all, there were no normal people among the high priests.