Raphael was tired.

All of them.

All of these know it all self jerking toe sucking wine addict pricks, from the first one I met to the last, should just end their miserable lives to make a better place of the world which they constantly pollute with their vomit inducing presence.

It has been a year since Raphael joined the church's high end school, or rather, what they pretended was a school, as it wasn't even called that.

In truth, it was more of a research facility for social studies that allowed children in, just to have enough personnel to justify the budget to the higher ups.

But that was it really.

All they did was leave it to the students to research and better themselves in the fields the teacher demanded, giving minimal advice a couple of times a month just to showcase their superiority and underlay for the nth time that the children couldn't overstep and ask for too much.

But the most ridiculous thing of all was the theater show they enacted every time they could.

Because most of the time they didn't care about any progress of their assigned students, a colleague would exposed the student in a moment of idleness as not showing genuine interest and participation to whatever was the main research subject of their teacher, accusing the child of squandering the precious resources of the church and not having the filial heart to help the often old and soon to be retired teacher.

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Then, if only to make themselves look good in front of their own colleagues that knew and did the same exact thing, the teacher would scold the student and show some research material into a phantom subject resembling their own, maintaining their bullishit benevolent image.

Sure, Raphael was learning, but certainly not what the researchers pretended to teach, if often nervously as the researchers got near him as it would inspire another take of the theatrical work they perfected.

It had to be said, it was really a high end institute as the library inside was enough to keep him occupied for many many years.

And at the end of it all, even if somewhat worse than the previous Cathedral of St. Mary of the Marina, life here was still free of the troubles a layman would often find on their road.

Being a day's distance from the capital was also reason for good quality of life.

Also, not all of the older generation was this way; even if all the good ones weren't "teachers", what a coincidence.

Yadda yadda, who cares.

Certainly not Raphael at this moment.

Staring at the suspicious looking person sneaking around in the middle of the night in an all black full body suit, he already had an idea about the idea of the probably intruder.

After all, not many would dare to harbor any malicious intentions towards the church, and even less people would take such direct action to act on their agenda.

An idea came to his mind.

It seems he wouldn't have to suffer for long.