Capítulo 5: Where I start doubting everything
Three Years Later
I am now five years old. I can now finally say that with all the scouting and nosing around I have now gathered sufficient information about the building I am now living in. The building I am living in is called Basil of Caesarea's orphanage, which is attached to Church of Saint Basil the Great.
There are a total of seventeen children in the orphanage including me. I'm the second youngest, with the youngest being another baby that was given to us two years ago by the nearby hospital saying that her parents abandoned her there and left without informing the hospital.
Only after observing her closely have I realized how bad I had messed up in trying to act like a normal baby during my baby days. No wonder they keep calling me a freak of nature. Well maybe that's more for beating up ten year old children with a five year old body. I am now officially the leader of all the children of the orphanage who are under ten years old, because I'm the strongest and smartest among them. Though I still can't beat those teenagers in puberty.
As for the adults of the house, we have got the head priest, who is at the same time the only priest in the church. He is Reverend Charlampos. A tall, bald unreliable looking guy who is a failure of a Christian priest. The guy's more interested in Greek mythology than the holy bible. He gives sermon in the weekends to the public and then rushes back to the orphanage to narrate Greek Odyssey to us. He has half a room full worth of books on Greek mythology stored in his private study. We share kind of a love-hate relationship. Love because I am usually the one most interested in his narration of Greek myths. I mean I already had enough of those sermons of church every Sunday in my last life courtesy to my Mom. She would just drag me every weekend there advising me that it will be beneficial for my life and bring me closer to enlightenment and stuff. SO as the only other option, I am naturally more interested in Greek folklore.
And he hates me because I found Charlampos quite a mouthful so I instead I just started calling him 'Father Champoo'. I don't know which son of a bitch showed him the real meaning of champoo in English but if I ever find him I'm definitely gonna strangle him with a string around his neck.
Then there is Sister Agathi, the cook and the cleaner in charge of the Orphanage. To be fair she is just the cook of the orphanage because she makes us kids do all the cleaning. She says it inculcates the habit of Independence and responsibility. Give me a break!
She is as old as you can imagine her to be. And of course she positively hates me. She keeps nagging that her workload has doubled since I have stepped in the orphanage.
Hey! I can't help it that all the exercising has nearly tripled my appetite.
She's the one who has named me after the 'God of Starvation and Famine : Limos' and the fucking nickname has now stuck to me like gum. Is this karma's backstabbing in the name of Father Champoo?
I bet she is at the lowest rung in the hierarchy of the secret organization. With that crappy attitude of hers nobody would ever want to work with her.
The newest member of the church and secret organization is sister Nasia. She is naive and a total airheaded girl, with a goofy smile plastered on her face all the time. If only she was not a disappointment in the chest department, I would definitely have believed that someone had picked her up from an anime and placed her in the real world. She is always being scolded by Sister Agathi but I don't think she really understands that she is being scolded and takes it as if someone is praising her philosophy of life.
She is also the youngest among the adults and hence the children of the orphanage naturally feel closer to her. It definitely is another ploy by the secret organization. With this they can easily earn the trust of us children and the number of loyal members continue to increase.
And then there is Sister Violetta. The mascot of our church. She has blonde hair and wears full framed round glasses. Adding that to her big bust and you wonder if she is in the wrong profession. If only there was a sister like her in the church near my house in my past life. She is the one who usually handles all the miscellaneous work related to the church and the orphanage. She is well loved in the neighborhood too. All those regulars who come to the church don't go back without meeting her once. If she gets sick, the whole hospital comes to treat her and the whole neighborhood turns up to treat her well. Every kid in the orphanage has learned the art to lie with a straight face and yet when it comes to Sister Violetta and her angelic face, the truth flows out of your mouth like honey from a smooth bottle.
She tends to the garden behind the church in her spare time, and also reads story books to the young ones. She also sings very well and often makes all the children practice with her as a choir, and sing in church services. Takes the kids to the park and helps the older children in their studies. She is like the Perfect Woman, the one you want to marry in your dreams, the one who has all the ideal qualities. The one you only find in fiction. Sometimes you find her to be so perfect that you get filled with apprehension whether she is actually so flawless or she is just acting.. and... is.... leading..... a... double.... life....
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Oh Damn! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!
I think someone just broke the bubble around me. How could I have not realized it sooner? How could there be someone so absolute and flawless in her behavior. Even when she is sick, she acts so flawlessly, Just the right amount of pity and indifference mixed in.
She does all the hard and tough work alone and yet for those chores that anyone could do, she asks for help from the children to give them the feeling that she involves them in her life in her life.
She never lets anyone get close enough that they will know what she does in her private time and yet not far enough that it lets you feel alienated from her. Just the right amount of interactivity that you don't feel the need to ask her whom is she going to meet when she is going outside, but we are close enough to tell her who we are going to meet when we are going outside.
Scary!.... She is really scary...
Could it be she is a high ranking agent of the secret organization? Or she is the mysterious leader of the organization? And is actually living here in a low key manner because the secret organization has a big base or a laboratory nearby? Or maybe there is some secret magic crystal ore buried right underneath the church?
Thank god I didn't tell anyone about my reincarnation and excessive strength. With her charms she would have made the others divulge my secret very easily. And then I would probably have to take the truck to second reincarnation.
But... But.... She is so delightful and charming! How can someone like her compete for world domination or wish for the destruction of the world?
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Yep, I am just getting unreasonably suspicious. Should I start wearing an eye-patch now? Or get a magical eye, drink from my own personal flask and keep constant vigilance around me.
I guess I will just have to be more careful around here. Looks like I can only practice at night in my room. I will also have to start looking ahead and make plans for my future. I really need to get away from this place as fast as possible. I can only hide my secret for so long.
Oh Basil of Caesarea, the Ouranophantor!
Please do reveal some mysteries of mine too.
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