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

Chapter 106. The Struggles of the Young Nun

Though Allen, the leader, had perished, many among the demon race still lurked in the capital, disguised as humans.

Thus, for various reasons, the king concealed the truth that Allen was, in fact, the demon leader, merely stating that Valentina had dealt with a criminal gang of demons.

Poor Allen, who never imagined that his death would lack grandeur, instead being treated as mere fodder.

As for Clyde, who had regained consciousness, he hurriedly apologized to Valentina, his usual self, while also feeling a pang of regret for his own weakness.

Yet, mere reflection would not bring about change.

It wouldn’t be fair to say his apology lacked sincerity, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that Valentina had stepped in to save him.

What of his thoughts on Allen’s death?

The answer was none; although he appeared to have a decent relationship with Allen, Clyde’s connections with others were never particularly deep.

Moreover, Valentina’s indifferent attitude towards Allen’s demise meant Clyde wouldn’t bring up the matter, letting it die with him.

What he needed to focus on now was providing emotional support to his childhood friend Valentina, who had recently been beset by troubles, in hopes of proving his worth.

In truth, he felt his recent performance had been lacking, yearning to showcase himself more.

Thus, Clyde was noticeably more ‘gentle’ than before, especially in Valentina’s presence.

The next day, he sought her out immediately to apologize, and after doing so, mustered the courage to invite her for a walk.

Even when Valentina declined, citing her busy schedule with unfinished matters, Clyde kindly assured her he would wait until she was free.

He presented himself as the understanding childhood friend.

Yet, in Noah’s eyes, Clyde was gradually transforming from the princess’s close childhood companion into her devoted admirer.

Perhaps the princess had realized that her childhood friend was unreliable; if she wished to protect him, it was best not to involve him in her life.

Alas, even as his behavior shifted towards that of a sycophant, Clyde would never accept the truth of his own subservience.

If he could accept it, Noah wouldn’t be the next to consider dealing with the princess’s male companions.

“…To kill the mentor who betrayed me, to abandon the childhood friend who hinders me, to eradicate the evil god that brings me suffering—when the moment arrives that all is concluded, what expression will you wear, dear princess? I truly look forward to it.”

Noah smiled as he observed through the magical array, watching the princess refuse Clyde and turn away to investigate the remnants of the demon faction alone.

The progress on the princess’s side was quite promising, steadily moving towards Noah’s ideal of a corrupted dragon queen.

Once he dealt with ‘the suffering Clyde’ and ‘the evil god Noah,’ even that old king would have no choice but to cease looking down on the princess.

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In contrast… the other heroine’s progress was far from smooth.

Noah gradually shifted his gaze from the magical array that projected the image of Her Highness the Princess to the monitor beside it.

The smile on his face faded as his eyes moved.

The scene displayed by this magical array was that of the legendary battle nun Cloetiel from the Church, engaged in a fierce struggle against some monstrous creature.

Before her client, she had presented herself as a paragon of holiness and compassion, yet here she was, grappling with a lowly creature that barely reached level 20, looking every bit like a novice adventurer caught in a desperate fight.

It was utterly humiliating.

That kind of low-tier monster, to be honest, even Valentina, who had first met Noah, could dispatch with ease.

Fortunately, Cloetiel’s nature was a touch more composed than Valentina’s.

Had it been Valentina in the same situation, she would have undoubtedly taken reckless risks, opting for a hasty upgrade and likely facing a disastrous defeat.

Yet the nun knew how to quell her inner anxiety, refraining from challenging monsters beyond her capability.

This difference in temperament led to a slightly better fate for the nun in her original story.

However, if only she could have been a bit more steadfast, she might not have strayed onto the original path despite Noah’s clear warnings.

Thus, although Noah’s obsession with the nun was not particularly deep, her own self-sabotage had only heightened his dissatisfaction with her.

With Her Highness granting her a few days of rest, Noah decided to focus on the other heroine embroiled in the corruption of magic.

After all, her current state was truly hard to watch.

And if Noah’s calculations were correct, the nun’s abdominal markings were nearing the time to activate once more.

“…Heh heh, how shall I make you feel shame this time?”

After casting an evil grin at the nun, who was still struggling in the monitor, Noah deactivated the magical array and directly transported himself to the scene.

He did not conceal his presence, nor did he make any sound to interfere with the nun; he simply stood by, quietly observing her battle against the monster.

The creature that had ensnared the nun in this fierce struggle was a burly pig beastman, swinging a weapon resembling a spiked club, attempting to smash the annoying human before him into a bloody pulp.

Having fought for over ten minutes, the pig beastman appeared increasingly agitated, letting out furious roars from time to time.

On the other side, the nun remained as she always was, clad in a seemingly dignified and conservative black, ascetic nun’s garb. Yet, with every movement, the side slits of her habit revealed the alluring curves of her thighs, clad in black stockings and knee-high boots.

A strand of pale pink-highlighted white hair danced around her as she dodged attacks, her beautiful face etched with a fierce determination, wielding a firearm that unleashed magical bullets at close range against the pig beastman.

Though her professionalism was captivating, the noticeable rise and fall of her chest, barely concealed by her nun’s attire, betrayed the strain she was under; clearly, this battle was no easy feat.

Indeed, her magical bullets could only inflict effective damage at close range, but to engage at such proximity required her to evade the beastman’s attacks—could she not exhaust her stamina?

Though she was a ranged mage by class, her low magical power forced her into close combat with a gun.

From her perspective, it must have been quite frustrating.

Yet, to be fair, Noah found it rather enjoyable to watch.

After all, as another work’s heroine, the nun possessed both a striking figure and beauty; merely witnessing her in battle was a delight to the eyes.

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Thus, as Clotilde spent a full eight minutes scraping the life out of the pig beastman, Noah stood by, watching the nun struggle against her foe.

Indeed, Noah could have easily lent a hand to finish the fight, and the onset of lustful magic could have been significantly delayed.

But who was to blame for her own loss of power, ensnared by the wickedness of the lust demon?

This was punishment, indeed—punishment.

Though Noah would help, she never claimed to be a good person.

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