Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 160



Chapter 160.

Some gods are in a hurry, but I won’t say

Clotilde panicked.

Of course she panicked; how could she not?

But at that moment, she truly forgot about the possibility of being exposed, only thinking about refuting Noah, not realizing that someone nearby could hear their conversation!

And where is Noah now?! He should help her out!

Didn’t he promise to help her cover up so that no one else would find out?!

This made the young nun anxious, breaking out in a cold sweat on the other side of the partition, her expression stiff, limbs cold, and even her mind was in a muddle for a while.

Calm down, Clotilde! It’s not the end of the world yet!

Fortunately, the two were not sitting directly across from each other, so Clotilde’s blood pressure hadn’t completely plummeted.

She bit her lower lip, clenched her hands instinctively in a prayer position, but she wasn’t thinking of asking the goddess for a miracle; instead, she was desperately trying to figure out what to say to deceive the other.

In a moment of inspiration, she actually came up with a response.

—Right, upon careful reflection, she hadn’t explicitly stated what they were doing in the cathedral during her conversation with Noah! This could work! Let’s explain it this way!

“Miss, you’ve misunderstood. When I mentioned ‘twice’ with that priest, I was referring to two instances of combat training inside the church. In fact, I am a special nun, also tasked with combating heresy. I admit that fighting fiercely within the sacred cathedral is indeed quite disrespectful, but this is my personal uniqueness; I hope you can understand… Would this explanation not convince you?”

Don’t be fooled by how calm Clotilde seemed while saying this; in reality, she was so nervous that her heart felt like it was about to explode.

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Let me know if you need anything else!

“……”

Especially the other person’s silence made Clotilde feel that time had never passed so slowly and heavily.

It was as if the air around her had materialized, pressing down on her like a weight.

“…I understand now. I’ll trust you.”

And when the other person’s voice softened, no longer filled with irritation,

Clotilde truly let out a sigh of relief; the tension in her clenched hands eased a bit, and her expression relaxed considerably.

“Did you think I would say that? You heretical nun who betrays the goddess!”

“?!”

However, what Clotilde didn’t expect was that the other person had said this on purpose.

The intention was to forcefully open the partition between the two rooms at the moment she relaxed, revealing an angry face.

Clotilde was indeed startled by this sudden action.

But what shocked her the most was the other person’s identity.

With pure white hair highlighted with a layer of pink, the long bangs nearly obscured a bewitching light pink eye, and her delicate, beautiful face was filled with anger. Looking down, she wore a special nun’s outfit with a side slit that almost reached her waist.

Yes, Clotilde recognized her.

Mainly because she had seen her when looking in the mirror.

“Eh!? I, I?!”

Staring at another version of herself, Clotilde’s eyes widened to their fullest.

—N-no! How could there be another me? This must be some trick! I have to get out of this cramped confessional quickly!

Though shocked by the appearance before her, her innate battle instincts sensed danger, and she immediately dashed out of the confessional, striking a fighting stance.

But even more astonishingly, the other person also rushed out almost simultaneously, mirroring her every move.

This bizarre situation left Clotilde utterly stunned.

“Hmm! That’s right! I am you! I am Sister Clotilde! I was sent by the goddess to correct your mistakes, coming from another world to this one!”

But Clotilde’s astonishment was far from over, as the other person lunged at her while stating this shocking fact.

—Eh!? The, the goddess!?

Caught off guard by this even more bizarre revelation, Clotilde was tackled before she could react, and the other person skillfully lifted the front of her nun’s dress, exposing the lewd markings etched by the demon right there in the cathedral.

“Look! This sinful pattern! How can you still claim you haven’t committed any sins with such a blatant display! You have lewd markings on your abdomen and shamelessly say you’ve done nothing wrong—what else could you be but a heretic? Have some shame!”

The other nun, who also claimed to be Clotilde, revealed a face full of disgust and hatred the moment she saw the markings, even looking up at Clotilde to question why she had hidden this.

“?@ ￥%…&*（）——”

Unfortunately, the situation developed so shockingly that Clotilde couldn’t keep up with what was happening.

Had she just been knocked down by another version of herself in the cathedral?

And the other party still claims to be a goddess’s envoy?

Then who is she, exactly?

Could it be that she’s another person who thinks she’s Clotilde?

Clotilde’s brain is a complete mess, and she can’t even react, just staring blankly at the other nun with a confused expression.

But this only makes the other nun angry.

Ugh, what a humiliating reaction! Who would have thought that her self in this world would degenerate to this extent? It’s clear that using purification magic is the way to go!

For the other nun, the current situation is also extremely precarious.

Because for her, who hasn’t lost to the corrupting influence, it’s impossible to be forcibly branded with the corrupting mark.

It must be that her self in this world has voluntarily degenerated, and if that’s the case, she needs to eliminate the root cause of her degeneration, which is the corrupting mark.

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She places her palm on Clotilde’s abdomen, using direct contact to maximize the effect of the purification magic, determined to purify the accursed corrupting mark.

But this is the corrupting mark that she couldn’t get rid of no matter what in her original life, and if purification magic could really purify it, Clotilde would have done so long ago.

“Wait, wait a minute?! ❤——！?”

In reality, the corrupting mark not only resists purification magic but also actively triggers a defense mechanism when stimulated by it.

Although Clotilde hasn’t figured out the current situation, she feels that the other self is about to do something stupid and immediately tries to stop her.

However, it’s too late, and the corrupting mark, stimulated by the purification magic, directly activates its defense mechanism to the maximum.

This causes Clotilde to arch her back while involuntarily letting out a seductive voice from her mouth.

“Hey! Don’t make such indecent noises! Can you please hold back a bit? You’re a nun, aren’t you!”

The other nun still thinks that the corrupting mark is reacting because it’s about to be purified and doesn’t care about ‘herself’ being filled with indecent voices.

Instead, she continues to use purification magic, even using her hand to forcefully press down on Clotilde’s abdomen to make her body, which has been lifted up, return to the ground.

However, she doesn’t know that this will soon lead to something that will make her regret it.

If Noah were not busy with the suffering lord and the blonde right now, he would definitely advise her not to do this.

But unfortunately, Noah is busy in the capital today and can’t pay attention to what’s happening here.

Instead, it’s the princess who has been waiting to confront Clotilde in the confession room who witnesses this scene.

Valentina, dressed in black and holding a black parasol, stands at the door, originally planning to ask Clotilde about her last words in her favorite place before sending her to the goddess’s side.

But as soon as she enters, she sees two nuns with the same appearance entwined in a strange, ambiguous pose.

The princess is instantly stunned.

… What’s going on here?!

Could it be that one of the ‘Clotildes’ is her goddess?!

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PS. I went out to have some fun today, so I can only update three times. The third update will be the same as usual, before two o’clock.