"Ugh!" I got up in a great pain and held my face. My head throbbed as I felt like my skull was about to split in half. Different, unfamiliar, and absurd thoughts passed through my mind.
'Women! Girls!'
'What is this pain? I don't like it! Isn't there a pain resistance skill or something?'
'Just stop already!'
'It would be wonderful to get a lap pillow from beautiful ladies. I'm sure that would heal this pain in an instant...'
These thoughts were both mine and not mine. My mind got infected by Lars's mind. How embarrassing it was to have these idiotic thoughts.
Fortunately, this was temporary; otherwise, I would cut my neck instead of living like this. Plus, I could suppress most of these thoughts and act like nothing was wrong with me.
Though there was a bit of a chance for these thoughts to slip away from my suppression and do something I wouldn't usually do, but that wasn't that important. My mentality and mind were stronger than Lars's, I was sure about this.
Letting myself succumb to gravity, I decided to lie down for a moment to recover my composure. However, instead of my head finding its place on the dirt ground or tree bark, I felt something soft and cushy beneath my head.
Trying not to give away my suspicions, I kept my eyes closed and let out a sliver of spiritual mana around me.
Someone had come when I was vulnerable and placed a pillow behind my head. That was strange, but not so much.
From the pillow alone, there was a good chance that the person who brought the pillow was just a good-hearted person or someone who needed my help. In short, I deemed this person not a threat to my life.
'There you are.'
I immediately found the person, who was sitting a few meters away from me, leaning against a tree.
Her mana was weak, but her divine power was incomparably strong.
'A priestess or a nun.'
Slowly, sneakily I commanded the sliver of mana to touch the priestess' skin to find more information about her level.
'Huh? Why can't my mana pierce through her skin?'
Spiritual mana interacting with skin or muscles wasn't something easy to perceive and block, let alone by someone with weak mana.
'How?'
I didn't know why and how, but there was no need to try more either. I just wanted to get a little deeper information about this person's power before interacting with her, but this information wasn't absolutely needed.
"Haaaap!"
Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and sat up.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake."
'...'
"Yes, I am. Thanks for the pillow. I assume it's your doing, Miss Saintess."
In front of me was the Saintess of the Holy Empire, Saintess Celeste — clad in a white priestess robe, a matching shirt, and smooth white pants. She was sitting on the dirt ground, reading a book without any care for dirtying her pristine clothes. At least she was reading before I 'woke up'.
"I don't want to be rude but what are you doing here, Saintess? Don't you have classes?"
"You are being rude, but it is okay." The Saintess said. Her golden eyes which were akin to a pair of suns felt like she was gazing into my soul. "I don't need to attend every class as I know most of the subjects already, but that is different for you, isn't it Assistant Professor?"
"..."
'Shit... That is true. It is my fourth day and I already have three days of absences.'
"It is nothing important. As you probably know, I'm not here to especially be an assistant professor but something like a mediator or a peacemaker. We wouldn't want any war while demons, devils, their worshippers, and the evil God worshipper at our doorsteps, right?"
"Yes, that is true." The Saintess smiled softly. It was a kind and innocent smile that didn't suit the words that were uttered afterward. "Purifying the demons and devils is the priority."
"It is nice to meet someone who thinks the same as me, Saintess. But if excuse me, I need to leave—" Before I finished my sentence, my eyes moved to the Saintess' not-so-large but still bigger than the medium chest. Yes, to her chest. They were quite nice. I would look at them maybe for an eternity—
'Fucking Lars, his mind, and his mind infection!'
Gritting my teeth, I suppressed these thoughts and took my eyes off the Saintess.
"Well then, have a good day, Saintess." I gave my goodbye and bowed before leaving quickly.
However, I remembered something and turned back.
Taking the pillow on the ground, I dusted it off while moving my spiritual mana to my hands and processing it with two different magic circles — basic level water and wind magic.
After cleaning the pillow with water and drying it off with the wind, I handed the pillow to the Saintess and slightly smiled.
"Thanks. It was comfortable."
Then, I left, leaving the dumbfounded saintess alone with the pillow in her arms.
'Now, what should I do with the information about ''Lars'' and him possessing a corpse of the real Lars?'
'Though I am curious about that "Status Panel" and Lars's "Skills". Especially the status panel, it strangely felt too familiar.'
"More importantly, what is the thing called truck and how did it kill Lars, who supposedly has a great talent?"
With many questions in my mind, I silently walked to my room. I had already 3 days of absences, so one more day wouldn't be so bad.
"Pfft!" I laughed. "He is sad that he died a virgin, huh? Pfft! Hahaha!"
Even though I had many unanswered questions, I was in a good mood. Having Lars on my side as a clown wasn't a bad idea either.
******
"Did he steal a look at my breasts?" The Saintess asked herself with a warm tone while hugging the pillow to her chest. On her face was a soft, shy smile.