Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 159



Chapter 159.

New Scene: Confessional

After waiting for a while without seeing Noah come out, Clotilde felt confused and turned back, only to find no trace of him.

“Did he really just climb over the wall to leave!? Why is a priest sneaking away like a thief! What on earth is Mr. Noah thinking?!”

Mistakenly believing that Noah had jumped the wall and run away, the nun immediately felt a headache coming on; she had indeed never encountered such an unconventional priest.

No, not just a priest; even if she changed the criteria from priest to human, she had never seen anything like it.

For someone like her, who had always adhered to rules and regulations, this was utterly incomprehensible.

Clearly, she had to be mindful of her words and actions, ensuring she didn’t bring shame to her identity as a nun or to the church, which was why she occasionally smiled genuinely instead of just with her professional smile.

Yet Noah seemed completely unconcerned about his words and actions, smiling almost everywhere and at all times, living a life that was simply joyful.

Isn’t that strange?

“…Wait a minute, am I actually envying him?… No, that’s impossible, absolutely impossible. The goddess would never acknowledge such a free-spirited, reckless way of living. That’s right, abstinence is the correct path; humans shouldn’t indulge their desires so freely.”

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Feeling that something was amiss within her, Clotilde carefully reflected and denied her envy of Noah.

Even if it were true, she would not admit it now; otherwise, it would be no different from betraying the Church.

And as if to prove that she was indeed correct, Clotilde immediately returned to the cathedral to fulfill her duties as a nun.

For only by engaging in activities befitting her identity as a nun could she temporarily forget the things that confused and troubled her.

The confessional was very small, with two separate rooms that could be entered individually. Between the two rooms was a movable partition, which, when closed, prevented the occupants from seeing each other’s faces. They could only hear each other’s voices through a circular hole in the partition and catch a glimpse of a bit of clothing.

This was a place for those burdened with worries and sins to confess to the divine, specifically for those whose ordinary prayers could not bring them peace and who needed a nun or priest to listen in order to feel at ease.

In general, it was rarely used, so there was no need for a priest or nun to sit in the room waiting.

When she returned to the cathedral earlier, she happened to see Bishop Horace asking other nuns if they were available to listen to confessions, so she took the opportunity to step in for them.

It must be said that in this sacred and confined space, Clotilde found a rare sense of tranquility.

It was as if only here could she forget her own sins, just being an ordinary nun.

She straightened her posture, gently placing her hands on her lap, and closed her eyes, quietly awaiting the arrival of a penitent.

After about two or three minutes, Clotilde heard footsteps.

It was the sound of high-heeled boots striking the floor.

Judging by the clarity of the sound, the heels were not particularly thin, not the kind worn at high-society banquets; someone who regularly wore such shoes was likely an adventurer.

From the rhythm of the footsteps, the person was above average height, and the steps were light, suggesting that she was a very young female penitent.

Moreover, the sound was lighter than usual, indicating that this young woman was probably quite polite.

…Was it guilt from having slain too many monsters in her adventures?

It was something she need not concern herself with, for all monsters deserved to die; even the existence of other races was a mistake.

Before the penitent could even enter the confessional and take a seat, Clotilde was already contemplating how to help her resolve her troubles.

In the doctrine of the goddess, humans were the noblest and most exalted beings, while monsters were the complete opposite—base and vile. The other races, who did not believe in the goddess and occupied a middle ground, were considered inferior.

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These non-human entities were said to be the troublesome remnants left by the evil god before being sealed away for their disobedience to the goddess.

Hmph, the evil god—a name that alone could make one furrow their brow.

Unintentionally reminded of the evil god, Clotilde felt a wave of revulsion wash over her.

Fortunately, at that moment, the penitent had already entered the confessional and sat down opposite the partition, prompting Clotilde to quickly compose herself and return to the state she was meant to embody.

“…Please begin your confession, lost lamb. As long as you sincerely repent and do not commit the same sins again, the great goddess will forgive your transgressions and absolve your sins.”

Unlike when she was before Noah, where she often lost her composure, in front of others, especially in the sacred confessional, Clotilde’s nunly demeanor was greatly enhanced.

She was practically at a level that other nuns could look up to as a model, with her voice perfectly balanced in weight and pace—neither too harsh and frightening nor overly soft and compassionate.

Even Belinda, who had been a nun longer than she had, could not achieve such perfection.

Clotilde’s training in both combat and her ordinary nun duties was impeccable; it was no exaggeration to say she was a source of pride for the Church.

Under normal circumstances, no matter what grave sins the penitent confessed, Clotilde would not lose her composure.

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But unfortunately, today is not an ordinary situation.

Because the first sentence from the other party after sitting down left Clotilde stunned.

“…Sister Clotilde, didn’t you feel any shame when you said that?”

It was the voice of a young woman, barely containing her anger, who not only called out her name right away but also seemed to know something.

This made Clotilde, who could perfectly handle anything within the rules but would immediately falter outside of them, feel a rush of panic.

Huh!? What does she mean by that?

“…What exactly do you mean?”

Unable to think of an answer, Clotilde had no choice but to abandon her passive listening to the accusations and instead actively ask why the other person said that.

“Don’t play dumb! Sister Clotilde! I just heard you say something so shameless to a priest! Is this how a nun behaves?!”

But unexpectedly, her confused question only caused the other party’s suppressed anger to erupt, and even through the partition, Clotilde could imagine just how furious she was.

“!?”

However, at that moment, Clotilde had no mood to calm the other’s anger, as she felt as if she had been struck by a thunder spell, her whole body frozen in her seat.

Oh no, this is terrible, ah ah ah!!!!!!!

The believers heard her sinful conversation with Noah, ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!