Saint's Prison - Chapter 6

The Fruit of Temptation

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 commence 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 meals, 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 comes to wake me.

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

Every chance she gets, Amal tries to help me change my clothes. Somehow, 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 immediately 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 me 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 become somewhat accustomed to physical contact with me; initially, she would cautiously touch me, gauging my reaction, but now she touches me without hesitation. Lately, Amal has become 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 me. Then, she takes some 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 handsome 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 me 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 same time, it’s worth noting that the appropriate age for women to marry in this era is around 15. In some 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 comes to touching her or being overly close.

Amal is incredibly defenseless when it comes to interactions between men and women. She’s so full of openings that if it weren’t me, someone might mistake her actions as an invitation.

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

“Andy-sama, is something 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 mead at the monastery’s brewery. Somehow, I’m enjoying a slow life.

Now, what should I do today? As I ponder this, a thought occurs to me. 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 time, 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 immediately 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 come 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 some time ago.

When I first found it, I was too preoccupied with adjusting to my new environment 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 moment, I think I hear a sharp, high-pitched noise.