Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 143
Chapter 143. It’s impossible not to be a nun.
After experiencing an extremely terrible ordeal, Clotilde’s brain gradually regained its calm, and her body stopped feeling hot.
“Ugh, this kind of thing…”
The nun, rising from the ground, glanced at the white substance beneath her feet with a look of utter disdain. She immediately stomped down hard with her high-heeled boots, sending the filth scattering in all directions, only for it to be obliterated mid-air by her cleansing magic.
Noah watched her, seemingly venting her frustration with each stomp, and felt no irritation; rather, he found it quite bittersweet.
After all, no matter how much the nun despised the very essence of bitterness, it couldn’t change the fact that the moment her lustful mark had activated, it had indeed been raw.
Yet, remaining silent felt wrong, so Noah adjusted his priestly robes and casually remarked, “There’s no need to be so disgusted, is there? Even if it happened, it’s not such a big deal, is it?”
His tone clearly conveyed indifference.
However, this statement ignited a fire within the nun, who swiftly turned to face Noah, her expression a mix of anger and anguish.
“Do you even understand how serious this is?! Someone like you, devoid of any faith, could never comprehend! I’ve done something absolutely unforgivable! And in the grand cathedral dedicated to our Lady Goddess, no less!”
Clotilde’s hands clenched into fists, her expression revealing not just pure rage, but also a tinge of pain and sorrow.
How she wished she could simply blame Noah for the violation, for then she could just hate him.
But the truth was far more complex.
Though she loathed Noah now, she equally despised herself.
Why couldn’t she just hold back?
Not only had she repeatedly erred, tarnishing her identity as a nun, but she had also dragged Noah, this priest, into her transgressions.
She was steeped in sin, a heretic among the clergy.
Rather than being angry at Noah, it was more accurate to say she was furious with herself.
“…Then if it’s so painful, why not abandon your faith?”
Noah, perceiving this turmoil, spoke with a flippant tone, uttering words that left Clotilde utterly stunned.
Abandon her faith!?
How could such a thing even be considered!?
She had been a nun since she could remember; now, to suggest she forsake it?!
What a joke! Though her body bore the ugly mark, her spiritual faith remained unshaken!
The Church had invested so much in her; how could she betray that trust and responsibility?
“…Hah, you look like you can’t accept it at all, but you must know, even without abandoning your faith, you can no longer be a nun.”
Clotilde’s thoughts were etched across her face, and Noah saw through her heart with clarity.
He chuckled nonchalantly, voicing the very truth Clotilde knew but most dreaded to hear.
Her expression stiffened, a flicker of despair flashing in her eyes.
Indeed, a nun must be a virgin, and her purity had been willingly surrendered to the man before her the moment her lustful mark first activated.
In other words, even if she were to eliminate the source of her sin, the lust demon, she would still have to relinquish her identity as a nun.
At this moment, she wished fervently for the divine to forgive her sins, to reveal to her the path of righteousness.
“But, dear Sister, do not dwell too much on it. Life demands we look forward; perhaps before you vanquish that lecherous demon, you might find yourself dispatched first?”
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The irreverent priest before her offered a semblance of comfort, though the manner of it left Clohtiel speechless.
“…If you cannot offer solace, then please refrain. Regardless, I shall not abandon my faith; it is but a mere demon. How could I possibly be defeated?”
Having vented her inner discontent, the Sister regained a semblance of calm.
She turned her gaze elsewhere, muttering words she herself found absurd.
“Very well, then, Sister, continue your struggle. After all, you are my subject of observation. The more you resist, the more the contradictions of humanity will shine through. I hold great expectations for you.”
A suggestive smile graced Noah’s face as he waved his hand and prepared to leave the room.
“…”
Clohtiel made no move to detain him, merely watching him depart with a gaze laced with disdain and dissatisfaction.
She certainly despised Noah’s flippant disregard for the divine.
Yet, she could not deny that sometimes, his words rang true.
“To abandon my identity as a nun…?”
Gazing down at her hands, Clohtiel’s expression was one of loss and confusion.
With her skills, it would not be impossible to forsake her vows and become an adventurer devoted to the goddess.
Or perhaps she should simply abandon the fight altogether and choose to live as an ordinary person?
After all, if she could not remain a nun, Noah must bear some responsibility, for it was he who had taken her purity, time and again leading her into sin.
Though she held no affection for him, it seemed only fair that if he had claimed her virginity, he should take responsibility and marry her.
“…No, I cannot envision such a future.”
Clohtiel pressed her forehead, a headache brewing. She could hardly imagine herself as an ordinary wife, especially as Noah’s.
Perhaps it was better to contemplate more pressing matters.
Indeed, like the guilt and shame she felt towards the goddess, it seemed she ought to seek repentance through prayer.
With the afternoon being quiet, Clohtiel checked the room once more for any suspicious remnants before leaving to join the church hall, where, like the ordinary faithful, she began her earnest prayers to the goddess.
“…Ah, the Sister is truly earnest. To lead her to corruption, one must either offer pleasures far stronger than faith or make her realize she can never return to her regimented life.”
At that moment, Noah, observing through a magical circle in the dilapidated temple, couldn’t help but smile appreciatively at the still-devout Clohtiel.
He was quite taken with her adherence to rules and her earnest nature.
Though rigid, it was precisely this that drew him in.
And the more serious a person, the more wild they become once liberated.
Noah believed that with enough persuasion, Clohtiel would eventually understand that surrendering to temptation was not entirely a bad thing.
For now, he could leave the Sister be; it was time to see what the princess was up to.
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There shouldn’t be any problems, right?
With such a light-hearted thought, Noah shifted his gaze from Clotilde to Valentina.
But the easy smile on Noah’s face quickly turned serious.
What?
He had only looked away for a moment, and yet Princess Valentina had once again been confessed to by the unfortunate Clyde?
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PS. I was held up by something today, so the third update will be around 1 AM.
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