The head nun speechlessly pointed to her chest cutoff, revealing the upper part of her meaty bosom.
âThis is because⊠I-I sweat a lotâŠâ
âNo excuses for even half a penny! Our saintess candidate has been travelling around in a outfit like that?!â
âN, Not really. I wasnât actually traveling aroundâŠâ
âShut up! How can you even put on such an unbecoming attire?! The scandal didnât go around just like that, did it? No, no, I canât let it go happening. If I hadnât seen with my own eyes, I wouldnât have known better, leaving you to your own devices! Follow me. That messed up brain of yours! I will fix it again.â
âU-Uhh?!â
âIâm sorry, Hero, but may I take Ophelia with me for an education session? I wonât hold onto you for long. Ten days or so.â
âWhat do you do during this education session?â
âItâs nothing special. We just pray for ten days straight.â
Ophelia was startled by the head nunâs words.
Indeed, they just prayed but the prayer she was talking about only included praying and more praying. No sleep, and minimal amount of food and water.
âDo I-I have to do it again?â
Opheliaâs hair stood in horror.
She wanted the hero to excuse their way out, butâŠ
âSo praying, huh? Thatâs good. Iâve seen Ophelia becoming less frequent with her prayers these days, so I was worried she might lose her faith.â
âHero?!â
âWhy? Am I wrong? You sometimes forget to pray before meals.â
âNo, thatâsâŠ!â
At Cloudâs words, Ophelia couldnât hide her resentment. Why was he pushing her down this deep rabbit hole!?
Wasnât it because of Cloud, who didnât even give her a chance to properly eat and rest in the dungeon that she formed this habit?
Ophelia remembered it vividly.
After the hard fights, whenever she asked them to pray before meals, the cold eyes of Neria and Eri used to pierce on her.
In Cloudâs case, he used to ignore her words and get straight to eating.
With nobody to accompany her and the tumblings of stomach distracting her, sh-she only sometimes forgot to pray!
But Ophelia was not given time to make excuses for herself.
âY, You donât pray before dinner?! Y, You actually donât pray!!?â
The head nunâs eyes opened wide as she gagged out those words. Before Ophelia could plead, the head nun grabbed her by head.
âH, Head nun! Please release me! I canât talk this way!â
âShut up. You donât even have the right to open your mouth. You will be spanked for hours tonight!â
âHick, hick?!â
The head nunâs spanks, they were particularly reserved for nuns who broke rules.
The spanks were not done by hand, not by a wooden cane either, but an iron bat studded with small thorns.
The head nun would mercilessly slap their ass with that bat. Whether the flesh got torn and blood trickled, or bones got broken, her spanks did not stop.
As for the inconveniences caused later to the punished nun? Wasnât there the Goddess granted âHealâ spell?
While Ophelia was startled, her face turning pale by second; Cloud, ignorant of the reality, just sighed deeply.
âAre you afraid of spanks even at this age?â
âItâs because the hero doesnât know! The nunâs spanks are⊠aih?!â
âHero, please, leave us. I will even contently leave my designation if granted the chance to teach this stupid saintess candidate.â
âAlright. Please teach her properly. As much as you can.â
âHero, save me! Oops!!!â
âYou stay still, Ophelia!
The head nun gagged Opheliaâs lips with one hand and loaded her over the shoulders at the same time. She seemed very familiar with the movement as she was done with the action in one swift motion.
Cloud looked at her and smiled for a moment, then glanced back.
His eyes coldly scanned the archbishopâs chambers.
* * *
The archbishopâs chamber after Cloud left.
âAre you sure you arenât kidding me? So, I came all the way here only to be rejected?â
âSorry, Iâm really sorry.â
A nun rebuking the archbishop.
Such an unbelievable sight was unfolding. But to them, it was natural.
Because the nun wasnât just a nun, and the archbishop wasnât a faithful archbishop either.
One was a demon and the other a traitor.
âI really didnât know that the hero had forgiven the saintess candidate. I thought he was compelled to accept her because he had no other substitutesâŠâ
âMaybe he noticed the bullshit about changing the candidacy of a saintess early on.â
âThe hero said he refuses because he doesnât like pink hairâŠâ
âYou actually believe that, hah? See and think, itâs just an indirect way of saying no! He already knew it was bullshit all along! Which servant of the Goddess has the authority to change the candidacy of a saintess that the Goddess had chosen herself, huh? If he thought about it for even a little bit, he would have realised the problem. It was a poor plan that relied on the emotions of that hero Cloud in the first place.â
ââŠsorry.â
The archbishop bowed his head.
Seeing this, the nun clucked her tongue.
âWhatever you do now, do it well. In particular, if the lies you wove about the Prince get blown away, the cause would be disrupted. What will happen to you if something like that happens⊠you know well, right?â
A turbid energy emanating from the nun crushed the Archbishopâs body. As for the Archbishop, he did not dare to push the energy away. All he could do was keep his head lowered as much as he could.
âY-Yes, I will do my best!â
âShow the results. I need results, not words.â
Having said that, the nun turned her back on the archbishop.
She left the chamber and walked down the hallway.
Her steps were filled with deep irritation.
âDamn it. Nothingâs happening right.â
The subordinates who she had ordered to retrieve the Behemothâs soul lost contact, and their plan to infiltrate Cloudâs suddenly-rising party was in torn pieces.
Just when the nun was scratching her hair which felt more awkward with her body today.
She realized something was wrong around her.
ââŠwhy is it so quiet?â
No matter how dark it got after the sun went down, the sounds of patrolling steps were ever-present. But currently there were none.
â Tuck. Tuck.
Except for her footsteps as she walked down the hallway. Whenâ
Cloud appeared from the edge of darkness where the light of the torch could not reach.
Seeing him, the nun smiled gleefully.
âHero? You come back? Have you changed your mind?â
Cloud didnât answer.
He simply scanned the nun up and down, as if admiring her figure.
âThere is really nothing wrong no matter how many times I look. You look just like a human no matter which angle I use.â
ââŠwhat do you mean by that?â
The nun kept her smile present while her body strained for any possible attack.
âDonât waste my time. You are a demon, I know. And of the same species as those octopus heads that were loitering about the Behemothâs corpse. You guys smell the same.â