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

Chapter 205. The Nun’s Trust and Noah’s Conspiracy (20)

The next morning and afternoon, Noah accompanied Clotilde on her investigations in the city, spending a noisy but fulfilling time together.

And when they finished lunch and returned to Aqua Cathedral at two in the afternoon, already at the door,

Noah suddenly said:

“Oh, right, I just remembered I have something else to do, I need to go out again.”

Hearing this, Clotilde, with a helpful spirit, also stopped and turned back, blinking her charming cherry-pink eyes at Noah, and asked in a melodious voice:

“Is something the matter? I’ll come along too.”

She said it with the purest of intentions.

That was, Noah was her helper, so it was only right that she help Noah.

But Noah didn’t appreciate it at all.

“Oh, I’m going to investigate the demons at a brothel, planning to disguise myself as a customer, so what, Miss Nun, are you coming too?”

Noah had a sly grin, his eyes conveying an unfathomable look.

“Wh-who would go! Mr. Noah, you’re an immoral priest!”

Hearing that Noah was actually going to a brothel, the nun’s gentle and restrained image instantly shattered, she became agitated and berated Noah for violating the church’s doctrines.

But the nun was indeed angry, although the reason for her anger was not just the surface-level violation of doctrine.

Clearly, Noah had been with her many times last night, but barely half a day had passed, and Noah was already going to a brothel or something, wasn’t he being a bit too active?

…Knowing this, she should have tried harder last night.

For some reason, this thought occurred to Clotilde.

“Haha, if you’re not going then you’re not going, I’m off, Miss Nun, you just find something to do to pass the time yourself.”

“I don’t need you to worry about me! I have things to do every day!”

Under Clotilde’s pouty retort, Noah strode out of the cathedral gate with an arrogant swagger.

And after sending Noah off with a stiff expression, Clotilde immediately began to pray to the Goddess for Noah’s safety.

Dissatisfied as she may be with Noah’s personal character, even so, she would pray to the Goddess for Noah. That was the nun, Clotilde.

After a brief but sincere prayer, Clotilde turned and walked back into the church.

Because she had suddenly remembered that she still had something to ask Bishop Horace, so she hurried to ask a nearby nun if Horace had returned.

“Bishop? The Bishop returned not long ago, he should be in his office organizing documents now.”

After a nun gave this answer, Clotilde also thought it was an amazing coincidence, so without further delay, she would go visit Horace.

“Coincidence? No, it’s not a coincidence, because I purposely dragged it out until he returned before I left.”

And at this moment, Noah, who was pretending to go to the brothel, but immediately concealed his presence and headed back the moment he left the church, let out a mocking laugh on the side.

He had only said he was leaving to create an opportunity for Clotilde to see Horace, okay?

After all, he wanted her to first deepen her respect for Horace, so that she would feel it was even more worthless when she saw Horace’s ugly face later.

Clotilde was unaware of Noah’s good intentions; she was focused on the idea that perhaps the words of the kind Bishop Horace could help her solve her confusion.

With this humble thought in mind, Clotilde knocked on the door of Horace’s office.

“Bishop Horace, are you available? It’s me, Clotilde.”

When a knock suddenly sounded at the door, Horace, who was lazing around, was wondering which clueless priest or nun had come to disturb his rest.

The result was that the voice outside the door belonged to the woman he desired most, which instantly banished the old geezer Horace’s drowsiness, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, of course, my child, please, come in.”

But that wicked grin was fleeting; Horace quickly regained control of his expression, using a warm, elderly voice to invite her inside.

When Clothilde entered, what she naturally saw was Horace with both hands on the desk, sitting upright in his chair, feigning work.

“Pardon the intrusion, Bishop Horace.”

Clothilde was polite to everyone, but even more so towards higher-ranking clergy like the Bishop, adhering strictly to the church’s rules when greeting Horace.

“Heh heh heh, not at all, I was just about to take a break, you came at just the right time.”

Horace, who hadn’t intended to rest but had been resting the whole time, put on an equally humble facade.

Noah, who had followed Clothilde in, snickered.

*The old fox really knows how to put on a show.*

“I see, is that so? Then surely it was the Goddess’s arrangement.”

The nun, truly believing Horace’s words, even made a praying gesture, smiling as she gave thanks, making Noah find it even more amusing.

But you couldn’t blame the nun; mainly, without a God’s-eye view, she couldn’t possibly believe that her direct superior was actually a heretic within the Church.

*Hah, Goddess.*

Horace, who fundamentally didn’t believe in the Goddess, snorted inwardly, but still smiled warmly as he arranged for Clothilde to sit on the sofa.

Adopting a reliable, experienced demeanor, he started asking Clothilde the reason for her visit.

Completely unsuspecting, Clothilde, after exchanging pleasantries, briefly described what happened yesterday and where she and Noah were in that villa, and then voiced her concerns.

What should she do about someone who clearly had criminal intent but hadn’t committed the crime yet?

Hearing this, Horace secretly cursed the fat, greasy merchant.

*Are you kidding me? Treating the woman I have my eye on like a commodity. Sure, his taste is commendable, but still, too presumptuous!*

However, despite his annoyance, Horace maintained a thoughtful expression, then smilingly said:

“I see, I understand now. It was very wise of you, Sister Clothilde, not to confront him directly, but to come to me for advice, as your safety could not be guaranteed.”

“Don’t worry, my child, I will handle this. I will personally counsel that lost lamb who almost strayed down a wrong path. You can rest easy and continue your duties.”

As Horace spoke these words, it was as if he was emitting holy light from his back, making Clothilde, who was always around the rebellious priest Noah, see a ‘true cleric’ once again.

Of course, Clothilde felt admiration and excitement.

She quickly thanked Horace.

-*Hmph, see that, Mr. Noah? Bishop Horace supports my ideas! As expected, Bishop Horace is a role model and benchmark for clergy.*

With a gentle smile on her face, the nun thought she definitely needed to get Noah to learn a lot from Bishop Horace.

“I saw it, I saw it. Not only do I see the way he is now, but I also saw him hire someone to cosplay as you last night.”

However, Noah, sitting right next to them, had a sneering smile on his face, saying harsh words that the nun would never believe right now.

LMAO, Noa’s gonna make sure Sister-lady gets to see Horace’s two-faced bullshit with her own eyes in the not-so-distant future, alright.