Saint’s Prison Novel Chapter 6

It’s been about a year since I arrived here.

The season is at the transitioning from winter to spring.

As always, I’ve been under the care of the Stonehurst Monastery, living my life alongside the monks.

The priests rise early in the morning.

After all, they wake up at what one could still call the late at night.

Enveloped in darkness, with only the feeble light of candles to rely on, they offer up their prayers and observe several minutes of silence.

As soon as the silent prayers are concluded, they comnce with their sacred readings. By dawn, they perform Mass, and only then do they get to have their breakfast.

Their day continues to be filled with a mix of labor, reading, and als, punctuated by constant prayer, making a priest’s daily routine quite busy indeed.

As I am not a priest, I do not have to follow their schedule. However, it feels wrong to be the only one indulging in sleep, so I’ve gotten into the habit of rising from bed much earlier than dawn.

Yet, due to the cold, there are many days when I cannot bring myself to leave the comfort of my bedding until Amal cos to wake .

Despite this, Amal does not show disappointnt when she sees . On the contrary, her eyes sparkle as she diligently tends to , which is quite the trouble for

to deal with.

Every chance she gets, Amal tries to help

change my clothes. Sohow, I manage to keep her out and take a breath of relief. I quickly change from my sleepwear to a shirt and trousers for the day. Stretching my body and slapping my cheeks, I finally shake off the drowsiness.

As if she read my mind, Amal enters the room again. She imdiately removes her hood, revealing her face, and as she does so, her luxurious silver hair cascades down beautifully.

It’s only when she’s in my room that Amal shows

her face.

Never could I have imagined, back when I was in Japan, that I’d be woken up every morning by a goddess-like Slavic beauty.

“…Andy-sama, you’ve already changed clothes”

“Of course. I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself without assistance,”

“Oh, you really are a naughty person. Oh my, hehe, Andy-sama, you have a bedhead right here,” she says playfully.

Saying so, Amal begins to comb my hair with her fingers.

She seems to have beco sowhat accustod to physical contact with ; initially, she would cautiously touch , gauging my reaction, but now she touches

without hesitation. Lately, Amal has beco more proactive in seeking physical affection, conveying her feelings directly.

“Hmm, this bedhead is quite stubborn. Andy-sama, could you bend down a bit?”

I stand at 186cm tall, while Amal is more than a head shorter, probably around 150cm. In this era, when average height is lower, my height stands out even among the monks at the monastery.

As she requests, I lean forward. Amal pulls my head towards her chest and embraces . Then, she takes so of my hair in her mouth, gently moistens it with saliva, and combs it once more with her fingers.

“Alright, that should do it. Ah, how wonderful. You look so handso today, Andy-sama,”

“Ah, thank you,”

feeling flustered by the sensation of her sweet scent and the softness of her chest, as well as the fact that a beautiful girl is grooming

in the morning.

Despite her short stature, Amal has a remarkably ample chest. She truly is a “transistor glamour.” Because of this, even though she is only in her mid-teens, I occasionally sense an incredible allure from her.

At the sa ti, it’s worth noting that the appropriate age for won to marry in this era is around 15. In so cases, girls may get married shortly after their first period.

In other words, from this perspective, it wouldn’t be strange for Amal to be married and have children by now. Should I treat her not as a girl, but as a fully grown adult woman?

I can’t help but think that I should be more reserved when it cos to touching her or being overly close.

Amal is incredibly defenseless when it cos to interactions between n and won. She’s so full of openings that if it weren’t , soone might mistake her actions as an invitation.

Well, I know how Amal feels about , so I have no intention of acting recklessly.

“Andy-sama, is sothing wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing. Anyway, I haven’t said good morning yet. Good morning, Amal. Let’s do our best today as well.”

“Yes, good morning, Andy-sama.”

Amal’s face breaks into a wide smile, and I can’t help but smile as well. After our morning exchange, Amal leaves the room to attend her prayers.

I often have to stay in my room, unable to participate in prayers, Mass, or the sacred readings.

Even though I wake up early, I find myself with nothing to do.

Of course, I don’t spend the entire day cooped up in my room. I help the priests with various tasks, such as tending to the fields, gathering honey from the apiary, and making beer and ad at the monastery’s brewery. Sohow, I’m enjoying a slow life.

Now, what should I do today? As I ponder this, a thought occurs to . Although I’ve been living at the monastery for a year, I’ve never ventured outside the enclosed grounds.

I may not be able to visit the city, but perhaps it’s alright to explore the area around the monastery.

Yes, that’s it. As long as I don’t get caught and return quickly, there should be no problem.

Once the idea of going outside crosses my mind, my curiosity grows more and more. In no ti, a strong sense of adventure takes hold.

I can’t help but want to go out right now.

Driven by impatience, I wait for dawn to break and then quietly slip out of the monastery.

Upon leaving the monastery, I imdiately find myself surrounded by fields. Here, we cultivate vegetables and herbs for our daily sustenance. A little farther away is the brewery. The main gate, which is tightly shut, prevents unauthorized entry and exit.

Without hesitation, I head to a certain spot.

I walk alongside the stone wall that encircles the monastery grounds.

After a while, I co across a large deciduous tree. Behind that tree, hidden by thick bushes, is a hole in the stone wall just large enough for a person to squeeze through.

I had discovered this hole by chance so ti ago.

When I first found it, I was too preoccupied with adjusting to my new environnt to even consider venturing through it.

I feel tense.

I manage to crawl through the hole and make my way to the other side.

– – – – – Kiiiiiin! – – – – –

At that mont, I think I hear a sharp, high-pitched noise.

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