79 – older sister

”I’m leaving.”

”Absolutely not!”

It was a sight that gave me a strange sense of deja vu.

No matter what kind of wind was blowing, the saintess insisted on going out of the monastery without any hesitation, and the nun firmly restrained the saintess from such an unexpected action.

The confrontation composition, which felt slightly friendly, seemed to be reenacting the scene of me, who cried out for resignation every time I had a chance, and the nun, who steadfastly rejected my sorrowful appeal, in a play with different actors.

It was an accident of injustice that the saintess, who said she had made her wish, suddenly jumped out of the audience room with her body bound. I don’t know if I could have passed it as a kind of happening.

It was obviously a major accident that the bombshell declaration that she wanted to leave the monastery came out of the mouth of the holy woman with the blessing ceremony just around the corner.

It was only natural that the faces of the nun and I, who were in charge of the after-care, were contorted with shock at almost the same time.

The only two bastions of mankind. I couldn’t let that part of the saintess wander carelessly in the dangerous world outside.

Although it was not his intention, it was for this reason that Priest La Novel, who had helped the saintess go out without permission the other day, was still unable to escape from probation.

‘This is all I can do. I’ll leave the work behind. Rage’s priest.’

Priestess La Novel was dragged away without being able to come up with an excuse while being held captive by the Paladins under the direct control of the Holy See.

No, that resolute figure of Priest Mabel was vivid even now.

It was to the point where I thought I understood a little bit why the poor man had 17 fiancés.

How would a blonde alien who lost a bald alumnus in an accident feel like this?

A complex thought that cannot be expressed in words passed through my heart once.

Well, since he’s a nobleman with a strong back, I don’t think there’s much of a problem.

”Move. well i have to go Don’t disturb me.”

”no! Even if a knife goes to my throat, I will never give it to you! You dare to go out without permission at this time, with the conferment ceremony just around the corner! Or encounter a scoundrel! What the hell are you doing if you get sick in an unclean place!”

The bloody scuffle continued for some time.

Neither the saintess nor the nuns seemed to have the slightest intention to bend their will.

It used to be said that life is a tragedy when seen in close-up and a comedy in long-shot.

It’s always my job to stop the saintess’ tyranny with all my might, and it’s the sister’s job to help me with my ceaseless efforts.

Right in front of me, facing a landscape in which such role relationships have completely changed, I realized a tempo belatedly that a whitish sense of relief was swirling in a corner of my heart.

I twisted a little with vulgar words.

”Priest Rage, say something!”

Did he even read my sinister mind?

Suddenly, the nun let out a high-pitched cry of annoyance and asked for my help.

It was the very moment when I, who belatedly came to my senses at that earnest appeal, was just about to open my mouth to add my feeble strength.

Shriek!

”Awesome!”

”What!”

The pure white chains that were entangling my body writhed like a snake at the sound of a flute and in an instant closed my mouth.

”I promised. Today, I decided to do as Wellna said. Don’t meddle.”

I never made such a promise.

Because his mouth was shut, he was unfortunately unable to see the outside world.

”Stop, Holy Lady…!”

As if she couldn’t help but be taken aback by the saintess’ determined expression of will, the sister, whose complexion was visibly paler than before, stepped back a little while breaking out in a cold sweat.

I couldn’t even fathom the outline of what the saintess wanted to do with me outside and what the saintess wished to achieve.

I wondered if I was doing this because I wanted to imitate the content of the story I was just holding in my hand, so right before the door to the audience room opened, I hurriedly asked the saintess if she had read this book.

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Judging from her naive behavior of slowly tilting her head while looking at the vulgar language in my hand, the saintess seemed to have no idea that such a book even existed in the audience room, let alone read this book.

Still, I did get the book.

I’m just saying this just in case, but it wasn’t like I wanted to read this nonsense or anything like that.

It was also impossible to leave these disturbing books in the sacred throne room forever, and in order to determine who the scoundrel was who brought them to the throne room and whether or not this was genuinely vulgar, he slowly read the contents in a place out of sight of others. It was because there was a need to read and discriminate.

Moreover, as a result of briefly skimming the contents of the book for a while, the author’s message in this book was quite philosophical to dismiss as mere nonsense, and the sympathy between the characters was indescribably profound.

The reason I picked up this book was not because of my primordial desire to see something erotic, but rather as a bizarre act out of pure curiosity to see what’s next in the book.

In particular, the scene where the main character feeds the female protagonist breast milk booster and milks her himself can’t be that bad—

”But if it’s not possible, it’s not possible—!”

The thing that brought my troubled thoughts back to their original form was the nun’s clear voice, which showed even her will to fight to the death.

”Wellna said get out of the way now. Move.”

”I can never get out of it. I want to go! Kill me here and go!”

”Urban!”

The nun, who did not even flinch in spite of her murderous attitude, solemnly blocked the saintess’ path with her arms outstretched to the left and right.

I felt like a chimney, but I wanted to rip off that sudden situation that reminded me of dynamite with a fuse on fire.

The freedom of my whole body was suppressed, and now, with my mouth shut, there was no means to stop them, unfortunately.

step by step.

It was around the time that the horrifying sound of the saintess’ bare white feet pounding on the stone floor slowly cast a terrifyingly ominous cloud of war in the air between the two men who were so hideous.

chuck.

The saintess’ white hand quietly grabbed the nun’s skirt.

The sluggish behavior reminiscent of the video with the frames falling behind clearly flickered a phrase in my retina that made my heart ache.

The very day the hero and the saintess met for the first time.

The transcendent atrocities of the saintess who instantly transformed all the passers-by into emotionless dolls in response to my appeal that she could not respond to skinship because she had eyes to see.

That nonchalant attitude, as if he had roughly cleared away the personal obstacles blocking his path, suddenly alerted me to a sense of crisis within me.

”Wow!”

The situation of the nun, who suddenly closed her eyes tightly, seemed no different from mine.

Contrary to the resolute attitude of persevering through one’s will, the careless appearance of trembling incessantly made one feel as if one were looking at a small rabbit on a day of thunder and lightning.

The atmosphere was so stern that it was impossible to let go of tension even for a moment.

How long would the silence last if you didn’t practice breathing consciously?

Before long, the saintess opened her mouth.

”sister.”

”uh?”

”Ugh?”

The bloody atmosphere, reminiscent of a tightly stretched rubber band, was severely cut off by the cute sound that bounced like a spring.

I only knew for a moment that I had heard it wrong.

That would also be the case, because ‘aegyo’ came out of the saintess’ mouth, where it was difficult to find even a trace of emotional fluctuations in her words.

For the nun and I, who have been the closest assistants to the saintess, the destructive power of that short word was comparable to that of a cat crying in a daze.

”Stop, saintess. Ji, what now…!”

”sister. Well, I want to go out now.”

”Huh…!”

As if unable to control her emotions, the nun suddenly covered her mouth with both hands.

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Kneeling down on the floor like a doll with a thread cut off, the emotional figure with tears welling up in the eyes, the moment Helen Keller uttered the first words, made me experience the joy that Miss Celeban must have felt. It seemed like it did.

”sister. Well, let’s go I want to go out.”

”Huh, huh! ugh! Nope!”

sister.

As if the word was like a tear button, every time the saintess occasionally mentioned the title of older sister, the nun, who had been pouring out cries, carefully hugged the saintess who had been staring at her blankly.

Eventually, a word close to the sobbing leaked from the nun’s trembling lips dropped a huge bomb on my consciousness, which had been dumbfounded by the unexpected situation.

”yes····. Wellna do whatever she wants…!”

Wait.