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

Chapter 267. Blondie Horace: This is the Pinnacle of My Life!

If it were anything else, Horace could definitely hold back until he was sure there were no unexpected circumstances.

But if it involved Clothilde, he couldn’t resist.

You see, she was a nun, yet she could also fulfill the duties of a knight. She was a unique existence in the entire church.

While other nuns were confined to the city, Clothilde could go to caves, mountains, jungles, and other places only adventurers dared to tread.

That contrast between her gentle appearance and the display of divine grace…

Horace found it incredibly beautiful and wanted to take her completely into his hands.

He wasn’t too interested in gaining more power since he was already the highest-ranking clergy in this city of water.

In this country, apart from the Holy Capital located southeast of the kingdom,

there couldn’t possibly be a city more prosperous than the City of Water he governed, not even the country’s capital.

And as for the Holy Capital, where the church headquarters was located, the highest-ranking clergy was, naturally, the current Pope.

But the Pope’s freedom was far, far less than his, the Water City Bishop.

If he actually became Pope, he’d have no way of living as freely and easily as he does now.

Managing the church, navigating relationships with the royals – just thinking about it was stifling.

He was a bishop purely because it allowed him to live a more carefree life. Since being Pope wouldn’t offer that, he naturally didn’t want the position.

Besides, even if he did want it, he couldn’t.

Because the Popes of their Goddess Church were all women, so Horace never had a chance.

Compared to power, Horace clearly wanted to taste more ‘forbidden fruit’ before he died.

And the battle nun, Clothilde, was without a doubt the most pleasing of all the nuns he’d met.

Perhaps there were other women more beautiful than Clothilde.

But among the nuns, no one could surpass her beauty.

It could be said that Horace’s obsession with Clothilde had reached a somewhat pathological point.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have other nuns cosplay as Clothilde.

After getting the hypnotic device from Dean.

Horace specifically called in the nun from another church in the Water City, the one whose figure was closest to Clothilde’s, with long scarlet hair, to the Grand Cathedral.

Then he couldn’t wait to use the hypnotic device on her in his private chambers.

Horace first had her put on a wig, then change into a ‘s*xy modified nun’s habit’ you’d only see in a red-light district, before using the device on her.

First, he modified her memories, then her common sense, and the final result was that this nun now identified as ‘Battle Nun Clothilde’.

And her common sense was twisted, forcing the idea into her brain that ‘nuns are born to be the star slaves of Bishop Horace’.

That’s right, this old b*stard Horace was using this nun as a trial run.

He’d always complained that besides her figure, this scarlet-haired nun had nothing in common with Clothilde.

Neither the asceticism and conservatism that came with her devout faith, nor her earnest personality, this nun, weak in both faith and character, possessed none of it.

But under the effects of the hypnotic device, Horace actually thought she was somewhat like the real Clothilde.

Unfortunately, she was only a ‘stand-in for the rehearsal.’

So, Horace quickly broke her hypnosis, tossed her aside, and went on to play different hypnosis games with the other nuns in the Grand Cathedral.

He even considered inviting the researcher Dean, who was waiting in the office, to share in his depraved fun.

Dean politely refused Horace’s offer, saying maybe next time.

In reality, he felt helpless about the old b*stard Horace’s debauchery.

—What’s so fun about women, nothing beats research.

He sighed that thought, drawing a sneer from Noah, who was watching him from the ruined temple.

“Don’t laugh at the pot calling the kettle black, you research maniac. You just don’t want the trouble of dealing with women. In the original work, you turned a nun into a fully compliant doll. You don’t look like someone who dislikes women at all.”

Noah knew Dean’s mind all too well.

It wasn’t that Dean had no interest in women, it’s just he didn’t want to let a fleeting pleasure interfere with his research.

But if there was a woman who wouldn’t require him to worry about courtship, one who was completely obedient and wouldn’t hinder him.

Then that guy would unleash the desires he kept sealed inside.

Or, it’d be like he was possessed by a demon, and he’d transform into a blonde villain even more dangerous than Horace.

But Dean’s worries weren’t unfounded.

Even among these nuns who Horace treated like his possessions, casually playing with and violating them, there were still hidden dangers.

Although they had fallen into heresy, whether forced or willingly, and no longer minded doing things that clearly violated doctrine and shamed the Goddess.

People can’t be horny forever, though.

Looking at the nun dressed as Clothilde, who Horace had just tossed aside and ignored, a sinister smile crept onto Noah’s lips.

The reason Noah was smiling so wickedly was because this nun, whose wig had slipped off her head to reveal long, crimson hair, was clearly showing signs of suffering.

The reason for her suffering was simple: she hadn’t been satisfied, and Horace had gone off to play with the other nuns.

This forced her to abandon even more of her dignity, desperately trying to please Horace.

Yet even when she kneeled before Horace, begging for a ‘baptism of holy water,’ Horace just dealt with her casually, telling her, with a superior air, not to bother him when he was busy.

In the end, this crimson-haired nun could only suffer as a ‘victim’, forced to watch Horace playing with other nuns while she painfully went into self-destructive mode.

Honestly, it was quite pathetic, but her savior wasn’t Noah.

Having the demonized Clothilde, now a queen of l*st, rescue her from her fall into heresy would be much more fitting.

Noah could already picture the future, oh yeah.

Anyway, at this very moment.

Bishop Horace was basking in the highlight of his life.

Researcher Dean was envisioning the results of his experiments.

And the nun, Hilda, transformed into a succubus, was taking part in a striptease show, seducing the wealthy big shots of the Water Capital to spend money.

These three villains, who all harbored wicked thoughts about Clothilde, would gather together the next day, and discuss their plan for taking Clothilde on the third day.

They believed their plan was flawless, that no outsiders would know of their intentions.

But in the dilapidated temple, Noah watched them with an amused expression.

What Noah needed to do was basically done, all he had to do was wait.

Then, around one o’clock in the afternoon on the third day, at the Water Capital Cathedral.

Clothilde, still completely unaware of what was about to happen, would finally face her day of fall.