The teacher was so crazy that I couldn't help but be surprised by what I hadn't noticed. The Chief of the tribe was no different. Were they the only ones? Up until now, the guards, servants, and villagers who had been by my side all day, bowing to me and coming to greet me and pray in front of my house every morning and evening, believed in me as if I were an angel. They seemed to think so because the Chief said so. Once they started looking at me, their admiration grew endlessly.
It wasn't just them, I, too. Didn't I also believe I was an Angel? However, when Alan cast divine power on me, personal information clearly appeared above my head. It was written as 'Youngest son of the Count."
In fact, even though I was an angel, I was incompetent. I couldn't do anything except see the strange letters from God. I simply existed as I didn't know how to do anything else.
But right now, I want to do what my heart tells me to do.
The Chief of Sablum and the villagers felt strange to me. It was a bit scary. On the other hand, Andrea and Alan...
Thinking about Andrea made my heart warm, and whether I was looking at him or not, I always felt like I miss him when I'm looking at him and when I'm not looking at him, I don't know why, but it was like that. Sometimes, my heart felt tingly.
I didn't have any special feelings for Alan, but in the situation earlier, seeing him protect me was quite trustworthy. The divine power he used also felt good.
I don't know what will happen later. But right now, if I put the Chief of Sablum, Andrea, and Alan on a scale, it definitely tipped towards Andrea and Alan.
Following my heart led to a simple and neat conclusion. I would go with Andrea and Alan. I would leave Sablum with them. I haven't decided what to do after that, but I'll follow my heart at that time.
I got up from the bed. The teacher, who had been sipping tea, looked at me with a fearful expression.
"Angel please rest."
"My throat is dry. I want tea, not snacks." The teacher's eyes softened at my words. He got up and took a new teacup from the cupboard.
"A hot cup of tea can also help with sleep, so just have one cup." The teacher poured tea into the cup. Steam rose from a red liquid.
I got up slowly, leaned against the wall, and walked to the table. Even though it was just a few steps away, I had to put force in my legs for support.
I can't even run away in this state.
I needed to remove the poison from Waroom within me. To do that, drinking water and tea was a priority.
"It might be too hot. Please bring some cold water." The teacher brought a water bottle and a glass without any hesitation. He seemed completely unhesitant to offer me anything, still trusting me as an angel.
"Even if you can speak now, you still need to continue studying writing, Angel. It's been four months since you started learning characters. You're at the level of a child. You need to steadily improve your writing skills."
"I understand " I replied briefly and drank the water.
After that, while I emptied six glasses of water and three cups of tea, the teacher explained the common language of the continent and the cultures of each continent. Following that, he started a lesson on the religions within the Western continent, where Sablum was located.
On the Western continent, there were three major religions, Eura, Mars, and Raetia. Among them, the story was that Eura, the main God of the Melian Empire that rules the Western continent, is the strongest. However, the true savior persecuted by them was Mars, the god of victory, and the other two gods were insignificant compared to Mars.
To be honest, I pretended to sip tea while dozing off a bit. I even took breaks to go to the bathroom. The teacher wasn't called a scholar for nothing. He was a studious person full of intellectual curiosity, which made him quite talkative.
I was slow when learning simple spelling and sentence structures, so I couldn't fully concentrate on the teacher's stories. However, during the more than two hours the teacher continued the class, I could be sure that most of the toxicity of the Waroom in my body was almost completely gone.
"I'll go to the bathroom again."
When I stood up for the fifth time, the teacher patiently smiled and nodded. He seemed slightly annoyed, but I didn't care if he was angry.
I hurried to the bathroom, relieved myself, and washed my hands. My face in the mirror looked clean and neat. I no longer felt dizzy or uneasy. When I woke up, even my cold fingertips were bleeding.
I put the towel I used to dry my hands into the sink and soaked it thoroughly in water. After confirming that the towel, now damp and heavy, was in the sink, I used the handle of the towel rack to push the soap and soap dish, toothbrush, and salt bowl onto the floor.
A loud, clamorous noise echoed in the bathroom as if something was tearing apart.
"Angel! What happened!"
I heard the teacher's panicked voice rushing towards me from outside. I quickly grabbed the sink and laid down.
At that moment, the teacher, looking terrified, opened the bathroom door and entered.
"Teacher" I weakly spoke, still lying beneath the sink.
"I told you to rest, but I'll support you. Come this way."
The teacher grabbed my forearm. At that moment, I quickly stood up, grabbed the wet towel from the sink, and struck the teacher's face with it.
"Ugh!" The heavy towel struck the teacher's face. In the moment of his surprise and stumble, I raised the towel again and covered his face. The wet towel stuck to the teacher's face, blocking his view, and stuck to his nose and mouth.
"Ugh!"
I pulled down the end of the towel with all my strength. The teacher, with his airways blocked by the wet towel, struggled to breathe, chest heaving and arms flailing in an attempt to inhale. However, victory was mine. After the teacher collapsed to the floor, it became even easier.
The teacher resisted to some extent, but as someone who stayed at home reading books without training in any physical activity, his strength was similar to mine. It didn't take long for me to completely overpower him. I removed the towel just before the teacher was about to suffocate and checked if he had truly lost consciousness.
Done
However, I didn't immediately leave the house just because the teacher had fainted. There was a possibility that he could wake up quickly and alert others. If that happened, without trying anything, I would find myself standing on the execution platform alongside Andrea and Alan.
After removing the hood the teacher was wearing, I tore it apart, tied the teacher's wrists and ankles, and then grabbed a cloth from the kitchen to stuff it into the teacher's mouth.
"This is how real confinement is done."
I left the teacher lying on the bathroom floor and tightly closed the door. It was time for me to find my new allies.
But as I confidently walked towards the door, my steps gradually slowed. I realized there might be servants waiting in front of my house. Whether they were guards, servants, warriors, or whatever they were called, the people in this village were generally well-built and experienced in combat.
If a fight broke out, I would definitely lose. If they had Waroom powder, I would likely collapse again as soon as I stepped out of the door. If I lost consciousness once more and woke up later, Andrea and Alan might already be killed.
What should I do? How can I evade them and go to Andrea and Alan? How can I find out where Andrea and Alan are? Suddenly, a simple thought crossed my mind.
"What if I just... ask them to take me?"
***
I wasn't skilled in fighting like Andrea, breaking someone's wrist with a single motion, nor could I use divine power like Alan. My physical strength was low, and my spelling was often incorrect. But I did have my strengths.
My beautiful appearance and the status of an angel, the latter being just a delusion created by the Chief of Sablum, but since people believed it, it worked.
I nonchalantly opened the door and went out. As expected, servants were standing in front of the door. Their number was six. Although they hadn't drawn their swords, they blocked my way with a fierce attitude.
"Please go back inside, Angel."
"Our Chief instructed that if the Angel resists, we are allowed to use force."
"We don't want to do this either."
The servants spoke harshly. One of them even asked.
"Where is the scholar? Why are you coming out alone?"
I ignored all their words and let out a long sigh. Pitifully, I fluttered my eyelashes and, with one hand, gently covered my cheek. I could feel them being taken aback as they suppressed their energy.
"I lost my mind for a moment. Being the only angel who directly receives the words of Lord Mars, dares to doubt and attempt to leave Sablum."
I bit my tongue hard. Tears welled up in my eyes. In this state, I raised my head and looked at the largest servant.
"It's disgraceful. How should I undo this shame?"