Do ratmen dream of the sacred tree of spirits?

Chapter 95 Principal Martha

Fafnir did not go to school today; he spent the entire day in Bishop Kingsley's office. Because of yesterday's events, the report described Fafnir as "dangerous and out of control" and he was immediately sent to the chief sheriff of the magistrate's office for judgment. Kingsley had no choice but to consult Bishop Leiden the next day and first "lock Fafnir up."

"Oh, little fellow—don't do that. Fortunately, Bishop Leiden has abandoned Tyrell. I went to consult him immediately this morning, and he only said that he would have the Council and the United Inquisition handle the matter according to the law and the commandments."

Kingsley felt helpless; he had just spoken with Fafner a few days ago, and this happened today.

"I'm sorry, Bishop Demery."

Fafnir knew he had acted impulsively. He could have stopped Tyrell first and then sent the "disfavored" priest to the Inquisition. He didn't think he had done anything completely wrong. He couldn't tolerate Tyrell's outrageous behavior and sincerely wanted this despicable fellow to disappear as soon as possible.

And—there's no way around it, it must be because my brain isn't fully developed yet. Hmm—the areas related to emotions are more active at this age, and emotional fluctuations are harder to control, that's all Fafnir could think.

"Tyrell is still alive, but his actions will be sent to the Eastern District Joint Inquisition for processing. After all, he is a third-class priest, and major punishments must be reported to the district."

Fafnir understood the church's rules and considered them reasonable.

"May I ask, Your Excellency Bishop Demery, what punishment will I receive?" Fafnir was more concerned about his fate.

"You're right about this, so there won't be a big punishment. In fact, a big punishment would need to be approved by the Eastern Region, but I estimate there will definitely be a disciplinary action. What you did violated some rules to some extent," Kingsley continued. "Although you'll be released soon, it's unfortunate, little guy, that you won't be able to become the principal of the school for poor children."

Unless Bishop Leiden deems you suitable to be principal, which I think is highly unlikely.

"Haha, it's okay, it's fine." Fafnir finally breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully.

"Kid, what are you planning to do next?" Kingsley said casually. "How about you come work for our police department for a while? Recently, due to the provocations of the Nunns Empire, the pressure on security in the whole territory has increased a lot, and I don't have many capable subordinates."

"Thank you, but I'd better go back to school," Fafnir thought for a moment. "The school needs me."

"Okay, it's alright. The council and the joint tribunal will notify the outside world soon. By the way, let's go to the cafeteria downstairs for a meal later," Kingsley suggested. "You should stay at the police station for the next few days."

Two days later, the investigation ended, and Fafnir was released from his restraints and finally left the police station. Kingsley had treated him to lunch and dinner these past few days, which made Fafnir feel quite embarrassed. Apart from a brief question from the assistant to Bishop Gray, and visits from Martha, Allen, and Anna, everything was uneventful.

A few days later, when Fafnir returned to school, everything had changed. At least he no longer had to see Tyrell. Martha and Alan were both happy for him, and the teachers looked at Fafnir with approval, praising the church's handling of the matter as very fair.

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A few days later, Fafnir, who was teaching a class, was greeted by a senior judge and a council officer. Fafnir led them to the second floor, using Tyrell's office as the reception area, while the school's teachers watched from the sidelines.

"Fafner, what you did this time was correct, but your approach was too radical. Many children were frightened on the spot. Therefore, the church has decided to suspend your general promotion eligibility for the next year and deduct half a year's grade sequence allowance from your salary."

Do you have any objections to this decision? The magistrate read out the joint court's decision.

"I have no objection," Fafnir nodded.

"According to the council's resolution, since neither the bishop nor the bishop's assistant has nominated a candidate for school principal, the position will be filled by the highest-ranking and most capable current employee, as is customary," the council's official announced to the assembled crowd.

"Martha and Allen both meet this criterion," Fafnir replied. The other old teachers did not have any supernatural abilities, not even clairvoyance.

"So, which of the two is the oldest?"

"It's Martha."

"Understood—Martha, do you have any objections?"

The council officer made a note in his notebook, looked up and glanced at Martha, who stood in the crowd with a complicated expression on her face.

"I agree." "No objections." "I approve."

"Therefore, effective immediately, Martha will serve as the interim head of the East District School for the Poor Children. Whether she will be permanently appointed will be decided by the council after review."

The administrator closed the folder and nodded to Fafnir: "Pastor Fafnir, you can continue to teach at the school."

"Thank you," Fafnir said, then hesitated for a moment. "May I ask, gentlemen, what happened to Tyrell afterward?"

"Him? He should be on trial in the Eastern Region right now. He has already confessed to a lot of things. Of course, even if he doesn't confess, the True Word Technique in the Eastern Region is very powerful."

"I think he's probably facing the death penalty. He's been very unscrupulous all these years. The laws of the Holy Kingdom are alright, but the Church's punishments are very strict. He might be sent to the Temple of Eternal Rest as an example to be 'purified.'" The council's official was talking about this at length.

The senior referee also took over the topic: "Actually, as far as I know, many people don't have clean hands, but the church can't possibly arrest them all, right? Who told him to run into this incident, where a fourth-level priest used second-tier magic to bring a third-level priest to the brink of death."

"This is truly outrageous!" The priests across the country must be incredibly curious after seeing this headline. "Ha, Fafnir, you've really created a major news story. The Church of the God of Death in Lorraine is about to become famous among its colleagues nationwide!"

The judge didn't mind saying these things in front of the parties involved.

After seeing the two guests off at the school gate, Fafnir felt much more relaxed and turned to look at Martha.

"Congratulations, Martha. I am very pleased about this. Principal Martha is the head of our Lorraine territory's directly affiliated unit."

"Fafner, I'm sorry, I—I'm not the principal. In this school, I only listen to you."

Fafnir was amused by Martha's naivety and kindness: "No, Martha, you are the principal. I will listen to you. You are fourteen years old now, which is a good opportunity for you to train and grow. We will part ways sooner or later. You need to make something of yourself."