NOVEL ONLINE FREE chapter 266
Chapter 266. The Nun at This Time, Though Still a Nun of the Goddess
Just as Noah was there, eagerly watching Horace, the man who could most accurately be called the nun’s ‘cuckolder’, act out an AV live-stream.
The nun herself was in the confessional, listening to the troubles of the faithful.
Whether it was because her luck was slightly better today, or her luck was too bad last time.
In any case, this time the number of believers who came to confess their sins of l*st to the goddess was only half.
That’s fifty percent less than last time, when it was one hundred percent.
Those who came to confess were no more than believers who had committed wrongdoings, but who still had a conscience.
Generally, those with deep sins would never come to the confessional.
They would only come to the confessional to choose a nun in advance, to choose to use the confessional.
That was why the believers who came to confess, in theory, didn’t need to know who exactly was in the room on the other side of the partition.
Because if they knew, then they wouldn’t be coming to confess.
So Clotilde didn’t sense anything was wrong because of it, she was just doing her duty as a nun normally.
However, perhaps it was a coincidence of fate, or perhaps it was a prank by the goddess.
Clotilde heard something incredible from the confession of a certain believer.
It was a young female believer who came to confess something.
The confession was about how she, needing money, almost sold her own sister to some fat merchant who had come to her door asking if she needed cash.
Such a thing is, of course, unforgivable.
But you also can’t blame the faithful too much.
Guiding the believer, burdened by conscience, is what the confessional is for.
This isn’t a court of law, it has no power to judge criminals.
If you were too harsh, driving a believer to suicide, that would be a relatively small sacrifice.
What if the believer thought they were already so damned, they might as well lash out at society?
…Although, that’s just what she’d heard from that fiendish Father Noah.
She wouldn’t normally think so deeply about things.
She would have done it simply because the church demanded it, and it aligned with her idea of ‘correct’.
She never thought about such profound implications.
But now she has to admit, though Noah is the goddess’s nemesis, he doesn’t seem to be purely evil.
Of course, that’s not what she finds so unbelievable.
It’s the fact that she thinks she’s seen that fat merchant the penitent was talking about.
Yes, it was the merchant she and Noah had encountered at the villa that night.
She even told Bishop Horace about this trouble, and the kind and excellent bishop said he’d definitely resolve it.
…But if that’s the case, why is this believer saying the merchant was still selling girls yesterday?
Surely Bishop Horace wouldn’t lie…
So does that mean the merchant just pretended to agree with the Bishop, and continued doing his shady business behind his back…?
Clotilde felt that was most likely.
So, while refusing to forgive the believer’s sin, she used a softer voice to tell her:
—If you want to be forgiven, then you must apologize to your sister for almost selling her and receive her forgiveness. If your sister forgives you, then surely our merciful Goddess will forgive you as well.
This didn’t immediately forgive the believer’s sin, but it wasn’t entirely her fault.
That merchant who came right to her door asking if they needed money was just too suspicious.
Feeling somewhat better, the woman left.
Clotilde also finished her duties in the confessional for the day and walked out.
She decided to discuss this with Noah.
She couldn’t exactly ask Bishop Horace directly, wouldn’t that be a huge loss of face for him?
So later, in the main hall of the Water City Cathedral, she told Noah, who had finished observing the villains, about it.
“…I see, you heard something like that in the confessional. Then it must be that merchant acting on his own, Bishop Horace would never lie to you, it has to be the merchant’s fault!”
Noah, of course, knew the truth of the matter.
Because Horace was exactly the same kind of scum as that merchant.
That old geezer Horace hadn’t used some love and peace magic to convert the merchant, he’d just thrown out a few words to get him to behave a little.
But Noah didn’t choose to expose his lies, to tell the Sister the truth.
Instead, he chose to cover for Horace.
“That’s true, it must be that the merchant didn’t listen to the Bishop’s advice and ran wild.”
The two people the Sister now trusted most were Bishop Horace and Noah.
And with Noah vouching for Horace, she naturally believed unconditionally in Horace’s innocence.
She thought the responsibility lay entirely with the merchant himself.
“Heh, look how bothered you are, Sister. How about this, if you have time in the next day or two, I’ll accompany you to investigate?”
“Is that alright? Mr. Noah, aren’t you very busy? Staying in the Water City for too long won’t delay your original duties, will it?”
Although the Sister was clearly happy to hear Noah say that, she almost let her joy show on her face.
But then she remembered she was supposed to be a composed and restrained nun, and quickly suppressed her smile and controlled her emotions.
She then expressed concern that it might interfere with Noah’s actions.
“I really can’t stay too long, but another day or two is fine. After that, I plan to go back to the Holy Capital. Don’t you also have problems to solve there, Sister? How about we go together?”
He was obviously talking about things that would never happen, but Noah still acted as if it were serious, looking at Clotilde in front of him with a half-smile.
“No problem, thank you for the invitation, Mr. Noah. Although you really are a terrible self-centered person, you are also a reliable companion, I suppose.”
And Clotilde hadn’t expected to be able to spend more time with Noah.
With a wicked god helping her fight the succubus Cornelia, how could she possibly lose!
Feeling an intense sense of security and joy, the Sister was, of course, also influenced by Noah, becoming a little less like a proper nun.
She teased Noah in a slightly playful tone.
Although the smile on the corners of her mouth still met the standard of a nun’s reserved gentleness, her strange pink eyes clearly flashed with intense joy.
Just as she said, she really did think Noah was reliable.
So when she found out that the depraved priest she trusted was actually an ‘heretic’, just like Horace,
the Sister would be completely disappointed in the Church and men in general.
And as a result, she would completely fall, corrupting into a succubus queen who had men dancing in the palm of her hand.
Noah’s covering for Horace was not because they were allies, but purely to make the Sister’s faith, which was on the verge of collapse, shatter into even smaller pieces.
“Well, thank you for that terrible compliment. But don’t forget, I chose to observe you because I’m interested in you as a nun. You’ll have to give me plenty of data for my novel, okay?”
But even though they were about to break ties in the next day or two,
Noah at this moment still gave Clotilde the same sarcastic smile, not of a good person, that he always had, even at the beginning.
“That’s a no! Absolutely not! Dame! Dame desu!”
Meanwhile, Clothilde was completely unaware of the major event that would soon change her life’s faith.
She was still enjoying this ‘peace and tranquility,’ and, after a long time, she wore a bashful and indignant expression towards Noah.
She clenched her teeth, glaring at Noah several times, as if she had returned to the days when she reluctantly allowed him to help relieve her *erotic* marks.
But this expression didn’t last long. Even she felt like it was a long-lost feeling, and she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.
Yeah… she had originally said she would absolutely not do it in the church, and after doing it, said she wouldn’t do it a third time in the church.
Yet, the number not only exceeded three times, but they had even done it in the confessional.
Now, the only point she couldn’t give in on seemed to be that she didn’t want Noah to use her as a novel prototype and write her into his story.
…But according to her past experiences, maybe she would accept this fact anyway?
No, no, no, this is absolutely impossible, right?
She’s a believer of the Goddess. How could she allow her favorite man to write about her experiences in a novel, after doing something that would bring shame to the Goddess?
Absolutely impossible! This time it’s definitely ‘dame!’
—Then, unsurprisingly, within a few days, Clothilde’s bottom line gave in once again.
And this time, it wasn’t just a retreat; it was like her bottom line had turned into her new top line!
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PS. Today’s third update.
(The plot is finally starting to delve into the Sister’s fall. I’m so sorry for making you wait this long, my dear readers. To make it up, I’ll write more!)