Training as a Slime (44)

Cori, filled with curiosity, asked, "Were these spacesuits originally worn by the deities?" In response, Marvyn could not help but suppress a laugh, discreetly covering his amused smile with his sleeve. His eyes sharpened as they honed in on the tiny, light golden slime before him. With a deliberate and contemplative tone, he elaborated, "Indeed, in certain civilisations, these extraordinary garments were referred to as 'spacesuits.' However, from our perspective, they served as sacred relics that encapsulate the profound essence of the primordial God, marking a symbolic connection to the dawn of divine existence."

Cori rummaged through his memories, trying to find the missing link between the religion and what he saw in the museum. Like a student in a theology lecture, he held his tongue and waited for the High Priest to continue. With a resigned sigh, Marvyn provided a comprehensive response, stating, "These four celestial relics symbolize the Holy Spirit of Births, the Holy Spirit of Growths, the Holy Spirit of Maturity, and the Holy Spirit of Fluctuations. Yet, they represent facets of the same singular deity. While there exist other gods, this particular entity is the Creator of our universe. Notably, God the Creator transcends gender roles, and it is considered impolite to anthropomorphise the divine."

Cori nodded, acknowledging this insight, and respectfully bowed to the revered 'spacesuits', convinced that extraterrestrial beings were the creators of this planet and its lifeforms. Expressing his annoyance and slight displeasure, Marvyn swatted Cori's head with his sacred staff, emphasising, "It's Creator, not aliens." Cori was once again convinced that Marvyn had mind reading ability. Now he felt he had to be wary of both the giant cockroach and the mind reading bug. "Ouch!" Cori cried as the holy staff struck again. Marvyn chuckled, seemingly deriving enjoyment from Cori's reaction. He could not help but find his expressions adorable, "Ahem. Stop thinking useless thoughts. The main reason we are here was for you to receive a vision. Since you are now a resident of Hall 777, as per tradition, I am supposed to bring you here to receive your revelation. You are to reside with the first years in Hall of Alkydrich before that before we release your training schedule."

"And why is that? Cori is now under the Queen's protection, as per the ancient records. Who gave you the right to do as you wished?" Duchess Mavia interrupted, floating gracefully towards Marvyn.

Caught by surprise, Marvyn revealed hesitantly, "My duchess, the oracle had received a vision and requested this young one to live with us."

The Duchess dismissed his claims with poise, "I heard that you are planning for retirement."

"Tch!" Marvyn felt his intentions exposed.

The Duchess floated to Cori, hugged him and gently continued, "Cori, as our historical records reflected, a cherished trainee of Hall 777 traditionally embarks on a journey, receiving guidance from all the esteemed masters. As the unique trainee of Hall 777, you can also cast away this privilege and choose to specialise under one master but the catch is that you have to assume their role upon graduation. Hence, should you decide to bask in the warmth of Marvyn's personal tutelage, you would be assuming the revered role of the High Priest and the previous master would be forced to retire. While Hall 777 is no longer domiciliary, you have the option to reside in one of the other 6 houses. Of course, I the duchess also extend our invitation to the Queen's Hall too."

Cori gazed at Mavia with teary eyes, overwhelmed with gratitude for her timely intervention that saved him from being scammed into becoming a High Priest. Mavia give the tearful slime a gentle hug, and delicately wiped his tears away. "Would you like to tour the different Halls before deciding where to rest?" she offered.Cori nodded silently, finding solace and protection nestled within Mavia's bosom. The world was indeed unsafe for the innocent, especially for young naive slimes, even in school. Cori wondered if there are counsellers and if there were any "meet the parents" sessions. If this happened back on Earth, chaos would definitely ensue, and the school would definitely be in the media facing backlash. "This world is too scary!" Cori thought, feeling the need to become stronger and street-savvy. His resolve strengthened, determined to learn from all the masters in the school, viewing it as a crucial step towards ensuring his safety in this unfamiliar and lonely world.