Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim

Chapter 204. Go On, Blame Yourself, It’s Not Like You’ll Be Able To Do It Many More Times (21)

After that, Dorine endured what could only be described as a hellish hour.

The more she went into a self-induced frenzy, the more powerless she became.

Her already heavily injured body wasn’t being nourished, and she was using her remaining strength on her tantrum, no wonder she’s so weak.

At this point, Dorine didn’t even have the strength to shout loudly.

“Are you already done? Then, let me bestow mercy upon you, in the name of the Goddess.”

Having had her health bar depleted several times, Clothilde is fine, or rather, she seems even more energized.

She casually casts ‘Purification Magic’ on herself and immediately reverts to her reserved and gentle nun-like appearance.

Then, the nun, stepping in her long boots, stops before Dorine, hands poised to cast Holy Light magic, ready to send Dorine to the afterlife permanently.

“Damn you, what the hell is wrong with you…”

At this point, Dorine is unable to see Clothilde’s expression, only Clothilde’s nun’s habit and long boots.

The fair, jade-like skin she saw from afar is now tightly concealed beneath them.

But, the fact that beneath seemingly abstemious and conservative clothing there lurked bold attire and a s*xy figure, Doreen didn’t find that incomprehensible.

What she truly couldn’t understand was how Clothilde could be so composed.

She’d just done *that* right in front of her, and now she was acting all prim and proper, as if nothing had happened.

Was this chick’s skin invincible or what?

“Vanish, succubus.”

Clothilde didn’t answer Doreen’s question, but instead, with a now calmed heart, used magic to send the weakened Doreen away.

With the second fall of holy light, Doreen’s figure disappeared.

This was the first time Clothilde had purified a succubus not with a weapon, but with magic.

Because she had thoroughly humiliated Doreen while the succubus markings were active, Clothilde, at this moment, had no ulterior thoughts, merely wanting to eliminate Doreen because it was her duty, with no personal feelings influencing her.

“That was quite a performance, I almost got fooled by the nun-miss’s acting, thinking you were actually a l*st-loving succubus.”

But as Noah’s voice sounded from behind, personal emotion instantly surfaced on Clothilde’s previously calm face.

“How could that be?! I’m a nun who serves the Goddess, there’s absolutely no way I’d sink into desire.”

Clothilde frowned, somewhat repulsed as she turned to look at Noah.

Though she still hated being called a succubus by Noah, her attitude had noticeably softened.

“Heh, a *true* nun of the Goddess wouldn’t even do it in the first place, right?”

“…I know that, okay? It can’t be helped.”

Even though she didn’t want to dwell on it, the nun-miss, forced to face her heretical actions by Noah, lowered her long eyelashes, revealing a hint of self-reproach and frustration.

The moment the succubus markings subsided, she would feel pain over her past actions.

And this time, the guilt was even deeper.

Because she realized she had truly enjoyed the liberating pleasure just now, to the point where she couldn’t even deceive herself.

So it seems the theory that the succubus markings make you more and more lewd is true, she’d end up like Doreen if this kept up, completely unfazed even by priests, perhaps even a perverted, obsessed woman filled with excitement…

The deeper the pleasure had been, the stronger the nun-miss’s guilt now was.

Noah was of course aware of this, but he didn’t plan to interfere any further, that was enough for today.

The nun-miss’s guilt came from her trust in the church and her faith in the Goddess; the moment she saw that the very things she held sacred were no longer being followed by others, she would naturally no longer feel guilty.

Therefore, Noah now just walked towards the somewhat dejected Clothilde.

“…?”

Then, under Clothilde’s slightly confused gaze, he once again lifted the curtain of Clothilde’s nun’s habit in the middle.

Allowing the s*xy abdomen etched with the succubus markings to be displayed before Noah’s eyes once more.

“!? Mister Noah!!!”

The nun-miss, suddenly invigorated, glared furiously at the Noah in front of her, her voice filled with anger.

“Haha! Now that’s what I call spirit! Anyway, let’s call it a day, it’s already the second day, right? Haa… no, I’m beat, I’m going back to rest. You just keep wallowing in self-blame here, Miss Nun.”

With that, Noah let out a rough laugh, followed by a yawn, then waved a hand at Clotilde, before turning and leaving without another word.

A smooth combo, his actions dripping with self-centeredness, like no one else mattered.

Watching his easygoing demeanor, Clotilde sometimes felt like a fool for worrying so much.

But she could understand. Those actions were Noah’s way of encouraging her, probably out of good intentions… though his methods were just impossible to accept.

Ah… oh well, no use overthinking it. Anyway, her magic had recovered to about sixty percent of its peak. Better restore her power and obliterate the heretics before returning to self-blame.

Clotilde touched her abdomen, now no longer burning, a hint of complex emotion showing on her face.

To gain magic from indulging in desire… she could never get used to it.

Because of everything that had happened, the nun had become a bit sentimental.

And while she was lost in thought for just a moment, Noah had already nearly walked two *li* away.

“W-Wait, Mr. Noah! Can I come back with you too!”

Abandoning her pondering, Clotilde quickly strode out her long legs, rushing toward Noah.

*See, even if I don’t wait on purpose, you’ll still catch up, won’t you?*

Hearing her but deliberately ignoring it, Noah didn’t stop, leisurely continuing his way toward the Aqua Cathedral.

Then a question popped into his head.

*Shit, he forgot to ask Doreen why she’d brought up the ‘Evil God’, a deity long sealed by the Goddess and vanished from history.*

“…Ah well, probably not a big deal.”

Thinking that the person was dead and he couldn’t do anything about it, Noah quickly abandoned that thought too, falling back into his usual banter with the nun beside him.

“Mr. Noah, please don’t intentionally ignore me!”

“I’m not ignoring you, okay? I’m just intentionally not listening.”

“Isn’t that the same as ignoring me!”

On the way back, Noah and Clotilde exchanged a back-and-forth of idle chatter.

Though Clotilde didn’t find it enjoyable, it just made her angry.

But to outsiders, this pair of priest and nun might appear quite the well-matched duo.