My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 34
In truth, Regina had another reason that she disliked theology. Whenever the topic arose, she inevitably thought of one person.
‘If I hadn’t tainted you, allow you to enter the temple as planned… could you have been happy?’
Her mind drifted to a memory from the past.
“You steal my purity, preventing me from entering the temple, and now you wish to leave? Your Majesty.”
“Friedrich, ah! Slow down, please… Hu-ugh!”
“Once you taint me, you must take responsibility to the end. Because of you, I’ve, kuht, tasted sin.”
She learned from Friedrich that a normally gentle person can become terrifying when angry. The man who had always been kind became more ruthless than anyone else. He continued his movements even as she nearly wept for him to stop.
He even seemed satisfied as he licked her tears.
“Are you satisfied with what you’ve made me, Your Majesty? I never imagined, ha, I’d become like this. You know. I was the most ascetic and old-fashioned of all.”
“Uuh, stop….”
“How did I ever live so dully before knowing such pleasure?”
“Ah! Th, there… Hic!”
“Teach me more obscene and immoral delights, Yekarna. Let’s plummet to the depths of depravity together.”
Reminded of Friedrich’s total corruption and ruin due to her past actions, Regina clenched her teeth.
Fortunately, his reincarnated self seemed slightly ill-tempered but not as disastrously off-track as when their relationship had deteriorated towards the end of Yekarna’s life.
After all, he was a man of noble nature, only momentarily corrupted by Yekarna. With the source of corruption gone, he likely returned to his true nature. So his debauched phase was a mere fleeting moment in his life.
“May His Holiness prosper and the temple flourish forevermore…”
The theology professor’s impassioned voice broke through her thoughts. Regina scoffed. She’d rather wish for Friedrich’s reincarnation to live well than waste prayers on the pope.
Unlike the difficult theology, Regina quite enjoyed her swordsmanship classes. It suited her preference for physical activity over the mental ones. After a few instructions from the professor, the rest of the time was for individual practice, reducing the risk of earning demerits.
“Hey, peddler! Want to have a match with me?”
She often faced such petty challenges that tested her patience, but she managed to keep her cool.
“Are you going to fight or what? Playing deaf? Scared, maybe?”
Regina responded not with words but with the swing of her wooden sword. She liked everything about swordsmanship class except for these stubborn people.
“You don’t have it in you, huh? Well, what can a commoner know about swordsmanship?”
An unnamed challenger posed dramatically. Regina snickered to herself.
‘It was completely off. Unsteady center, not using his shoulders. He’ll sprain his wrist if he keeps that up. His last move was unaligned, and why are his knees jutting out past his toes?’
The show-off guy lost interest due to her not responding and left, swaggering off.
Regina persisted with the basic movements. She tried not to attract attention as much as possible. Yet, despite her efforts, those knowledgeable in swordsmanship could not be fooled.
The first to notice was the swordsmanship professor. He had silently kept an eye on Regina while guiding the other students. He didn’t make it obvious.
The second was a student gazing out the window instead of listening to the lecture.
“Alarmingly neat.”
As someone who had handled swords in a past life, he could say confidently that her skill was far from novice level. He watched Regina intently while murmuring to himself.
“Could she really be the reincarnation of that woman… Aaagh!”
“Bold of you to daydream during class. Did a dragon appear outside, Mr. Fathom?”
“I’m, I’m sorry, professor. I’ll pay attention, so please, let go of my ear first…”
Fathom quickly became meek under the fierce twitch of the professor’s biceps. Darien shook his head at his friend’s embarrassing spectacle.
And the third person.
Dean Bliss, leaning leisurely against a window, watching Regina.
The monotonous arc of her wooden sword, her flowing ash-colored hair, her kissable forehead, the cheeks he wanted to nibble, her tightly closed lips he yearned to pry open, her smooth neck he longed to bury his nose into and inhale deeply.
Observing these made time fly unbelievably fast for him.
Until recently, time had dragged very slowly. Even during activities, he felt bored, often wondering why he was even alive. With nothing he really wanted to do, everything seemed meaningless.
Just thinking about living out his days filled him with an indefinable suffocation. He was already sick of having to live like this, he wished it would all end sooner.
His life changed. From the moment he spotted her in front of the statue in the square.
“I won’t share this time.”
“Next life? As if that exists. But if by some chance it does, well… then, Skyler, you can try doing what you want. Of course, I won’t just allow it easily.”
Because you granted permission in your past life.
“From head to toe, I’ll keep you all to myself.”
A dangerous light flickered in his narrow green eyes.
* * *
Food always tastes better after some physical activity.
“Don’t you have friends?”
Well, as long as no one bothers her.
Regina glanced at the person who had suddenly picked a fight. He looked somewhat familiar. Where had she seen that face before?
“Yekarna Barrett Villarperosa Lee Enfield. Can we talk for a moment?”
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