NOVEL ONLINE FREE chapter 269
Chapter 269. Noah: Now, please welcome the second villain to the stage~
During yesterday’s secret three-way meeting.
Hilda had requested that she be the first to act.
Because she wanted Clotilde to fall and become a succubus, a minion of Cornelia, just like herself.
Horace, of course, had readily agreed to this request, which earned him Hilda’s favor.
Unfortunately, a nun like Hilda, around thirty years old, might seem older to some.
But in Horace’s eyes, she was just a young wife who hadn’t married and had children yet.
It appeared to be a three-way meeting, but Horace and Dean had never told Hilda about the ‘hypnosis tool.’
Hilda still believed that Horace was simply interested in women, so it was fine for her to turn Clotilde into a succubus.
But actually, Horace wasn’t just interested in women; he also wanted to make Clotilde his collector’s item.
He would only play with other nuns; to him, they were nothing more than insignificant playthings.
But his feelings for Clotilde were different.
That was a possessiveness that yearned to seize something beautiful, to destroy it, to painstakingly repair its soul, and then destroy it again.
It was almost like the perspective one might have towards a powerful yet beautiful caged bird.
A proud bird that no one else could touch, yet confined in a cage by its ‘owner.’
He could admire it when he pleased, torment it when he pleased, feed it when he pleased.
This desire for control was the root of the yellow-haired villain Horace.
So, Horace, with his extremely strong desire for control, how could he possibly allow Clotilde to have another ‘master’ besides himself, the succubus Cornelia?
Why would he allow Hilda to first attempt to turn Clotilde into one of Cornelia’s succubus familiars?
The answer was simple, because he knew Hilda would fail.
In fact, Horace, that old geezer, had some eye for this kind of thing after all.
After transforming into a succubus, Sister Hilda lost her composure, her intelligence plummeting.
She hadn’t even considered the possibility that Clotilde might not believe her from the very start.
—Even though I’ve turned back into a human, the succubus mark will only disappear if Cornelia, the source, is eliminated.
If only Hilda had explained that with a sorrowful expression.
Then Clotilde might have actually been fooled by her.
But Hilda’s true reaction was…
“…Huh?”
—It was like a magician mid-performance, having their trick suddenly exposed.
First, astonishment, then staring at Clotilde with a face full of disbelief, that awkward reaction.
But it wasn’t really her fault.
Because Hilda, transformed into a familiar by the succubus Cornelia, was, at best, only a low-level succubus, far less powerful and cunning than a mid-level succubus, but not so irrational as the lowest-level succubus.
For Noah, who was now at the scene, observing this grand drama with his own eyes, it was like sacrificing intelligence to gain improvements in other basic stats.
Although her strength, magic power, agility, accuracy, defense, and magic resistance were all improved, and even her libido and eroticism increased dramatically, because her intelligence dropped, she was even worse at strategy than she was in her human form.
“…That reaction, so you’re still a succubus after all? How disappointing, Sister Hilda. I thought you had definitely returned to normal. But since you’re still a succubus, then I have no choice but to subdue you again!”
Hilda’s reaction clearly showed that something was wrong. Otherwise, the normal Hilda would never have shown such an expression of ‘pure stupidity’.
Therefore, Clotilde’s slightly joyful smile quickly turned stern and solemn.
With a serious face, she summoned the ‘Holy Spear of Ruin’ and the ‘Tome of Rebirth’, two combat-type ancient relics, and pointed the spear at Hilda, who was still stunned.
She looked like a righteous heroine, a devout follower of the goddess, with no intention of holding back, ready to personally judge the heretic.
“W-wait a minute! Clotilde! I’m doing this for your own good! You must be suffering from constantly fighting the succubus mark, right? So why not enjoy it with me! Anyway, the gods don’t even care if we live or die!”
Seeing the dark gun barrel, Hilda realized she had completely failed.
Perhaps it was due to her overwhelming panic.
Hilda, in this moment, unleashed her succubus traits, sprouting darkly wicked-looking black wings and a heart-shaped black tail.
Her heart pounding, she took a step towards Clothilde, her face etched with urgency.
This wasn’t an act; Hilda was genuinely concerned for Clothilde.
In her eyes, although Clothilde had the evil god Noah to ease her l*st marks, she was ultimately just the evil god’s personal plaything.
Surely not as free as she, Hilda, to play with any man she desired.
What’s more, what if the evil god tired of her and cast Clothilde aside? Wouldn’t that be a miserable fate?
“…Even if that’s coming from you, Sister Hilda, I can’t pretend I didn’t hear it. The Gods of course care about us, they just don’t show it so directly, alright? You really have fallen body and soul, haven’t you, to utter such blasphemous words.”
Clothilde could understand Hilda’s concern. It seemed that even fallen as a succubus, her IQ was down, almost like her mental age had regressed to her teens, and Hilda still saw her as an important junior.
But Clothilde still sternly rebuked the godless Hilda with a grave expression.
Because the nun still firmly believed she was blessed by the Gods.
Both of them, in fact.
It was thanks to the Goddess that she was able to stand here as a combat nun.
And while the evil god held impure intentions towards her, he was indeed ‘helping’ her.
Therefore, Clothilde could never forgive Hilda, who not only disbelieved in the Gods but also worshipped the succubus Cornelia as her master.
Though the nun had no idea why Hilda had escaped and appeared here, she could interrogate her about that after she subdued her.
“Wh-What… how could this be…”
Hearing that, Hilda was like a person whose confession had been rejected, her face pale and heartbroken, her body barely steady, almost collapsing to her knees.
Looking at her reaction, anyone would think she was truly a lesbian who had been rejected after confessing to Clothilde.
But in reality, she wanted to invite Clothilde to fall as a succubus together, and then they could both participate in gang rapes.
“Heh…speaking of which, this is what you call a small fry, isn’t it? Miss Hilda, you’re still too green.”
And Noah, watching the villainess’s failure, immediately showed a mocking smile.
He was standing behind the lectern at the innermost part of the church hall, like a priest leading a service for many followers, seeing the entire church hall below with perfect clarity.
Of course, Noah was in an unobservable state, and no one could notice that he was actually there.
“…Alright, next up, please welcome the second villain contestant.”
And as Noah’s rather sarcastic ‘announcement’ ended…
“Ho ho ho~ Wait a moment, Sister Clothilde, please forgive Sister Hilda, after all, she’s been bewitched by the succubi, and her brain is as immature as a naive maiden.”
Bishop Horace, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, stroked his beard while making a strange laughing sound and stepping onto the stage.
“Bishop…”
Seeing Horace appear, the nun’s expression noticeably relaxed.
Whew…she was a little worried about what she’d do if the succubus Hilda attacked the esteemed Bishop Horace.
Looks like the worst hasn’t happened, at least.
At this point, the still-naive Sister, completely unsuspecting, didn’t doubt that she’d been deceived.
That is, until Horace blurted out a question, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Speaking of which, Sister Clotilde, Sister Hilda told me you were careless and lost to a Succubus, and were branded with a l*st curse. So, do you still retain your chastity?”
“…Huh?”
The Sister just froze, staring blankly at Horace, the elder she genuinely respected from the bottom of her heart.
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PS. Three chapters today too, I’ll continue updating tonight.