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

Chapter 107. Clotilde’s Professional Ethics

As the pig beastman’s strength waned to its limit, Clotilde let out a long sigh, even contemplating sitting right down on the ground to rest.

In the past, dealing with such lowly creatures required but a single shot.

Yet here she was, having fired at least two hundred rounds, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

All of this was due to the power stolen from her by that lust demon.

But even so, there was someone she found even more detestable than that demon.

Indeed, it was the black-haired youth who had left a good first impression on her.

Though, in the grand scheme, he was undoubtedly the root of all her troubles, that vile, despicable lust demon was just a shade more loathsome.

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But the thought that she had once deemed that youth trustworthy was something she could not accept.

In simple terms, Clotilde believed the greatest sin belonged to the lust demon, yet it was the youth, who intended to kick her while she was down, that she found most intolerable.

Still, she would not give up.

Surely, this was a trial bestowed upon her by the goddess; if she could restore her strength and deal with that lust demon, her ties with the youth could be severed in one fell swoop!

With this thought, Clotilde, despite her weary body, felt her spirit lift, even finding the strength to clasp her hands tightly over her chest, closing her eyes to fervently pray to her goddess.

“…”

“How devout indeed, but is it wise to close your eyes without confirming the enemy’s demise?”

“!?”

Just as her prayer began, the most unsettling male voice pierced her thoughts, shattering her calm.

Clotilde’s immediate reaction was to draw the magic firearm strapped to her waist, aiming it before her, an action that coincided perfectly with her opening her eyes.

As a nun of a combat vocation, Clotilde understood that the meaning behind those words held more weight than the speaker himself.

Yet, she hadn’t heard the pig beastman rise again, had she?

How could it have returned from the dead?

…Oh, it turned out it truly hadn’t.

After completing the motion to draw her weapon, the nun finally noticed the bloodied pig beastman had made no further movements; it lay still on the ground, truly lifeless.

Feeling deceived, she sheathed her weapon, casting a glare filled with restrained anger at the insufferable youth who had startled her.

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“…Sir, lying is not good; the Lady Goddess does not favor falsehoods. You will not receive her blessings this way.”

Though anger simmered within her, the nun maintained her professional decorum, urging the other toward virtue with a polite demeanor.

“Ah? What nonsense are you spouting? I’m merely suggesting you check again; I never claimed the monster was definitely alive.”

Most would feel shame under the nun’s scrutinizing gaze, yet Noah remained unfazed by her reproachful stare. With a fearless, irreverent grin, he approached her, feigning the innocence of a well-meaning passerby.

“…”

Clotilde had intended to retort, but upon reflection, Noah’s words held a semblance of truth. It was indeed her own subconscious choice to assume the creature had risen from the dead.

Thus, she refrained from chastising Noah for his earlier remarks.

“…Very well, sir, you do have a point. However! Your attitude is utterly unacceptable! Acting as if you fear nothing will surely bring calamity upon you! The Lady Goddess would not favor someone like you!”

Yet, her irritation compelled her to find fault with Noah once more.

This time, it was not his words, but rather his audacious demeanor that irked her.

Such an attitude made her feel a deep-seated annoyance, and she felt compelled to voice it.

In that moment, she resembled the ordinary nuns of the convent, radiating the sternness and authority of one teaching children the path of righteousness.

“Ha! What a pity, dear nun, for I am an atheist.”

“!?”

Just as Clotilde had begun to embody her nunly persona, Noah’s casual declaration shattered it.

Seeing her astonished expression, Noah couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

What goddess? What worth is there in a character who, like an evil god, never appeared in the original tale? She had done nothing; her presence or absence made no difference.

Besides, why should Noah seek the goddess’s favor? By the lore, they were supposed to be bitter enemies.

This nun was quite amusing; if faith in the goddess truly held power, she wouldn’t have been transformed into this state by a succubus.

“Ha! Look at you, dear nun, is it really that serious? Though I’m an atheist, I’m not a bad person.”

It seemed he had rendered her speechless, prompting Noah to soften his deliberately arrogant tone as he continued to close the distance between them.

“!? W-wait! Don’t come any closer!”

Yet, when Noah was still five meters away, Clotilde suddenly raised her hand, panic etched across her face, halting his advance.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Sister, this distance is hardly normal for social interaction.”

Noah paused, though the smile on his face grew increasingly ambiguous.

“I-I know, but I just finished a fierce battle, and I’m quite sweaty. I fear it may offend you, so please, don’t come any closer!”

As she spoke, a flush crept across her cheeks, her eyes betraying a heightened sense of alarm, even avoiding Noah’s gaze entirely.

“Oh, is that it? Then rest easy; I won’t be offended. In fact, I’m rather curious to smell it. Such an opportunity is rare; it would make excellent material for my stories.”

Unfortunately for her, Noah paid her no mind, continuing to stride closer.

“Smell?! You’re far too fervent!”

This time, the nun was truly frightened, her entire being trembling as she gazed at Noah with eyes filled with incomprehension.

How could this be?! Was this guy a demon god or something?! So abnormal!

“This is just normal, okay? I’ve already said I’m just interested, so calm down, and if the smell is too pungent, I’ll hold my nose.”

“Not pungent at all, okay! You’re being extremely rude, sir! And don’t come any closer, ah ah ah!!”

As Noah drew closer, the nun’s demeanor became increasingly flustered, her eyes darting about wildly.

She clearly wanted to flee, but her feet remained rooted to the ground.

At the same time, her breathing began to quicken, growing more rapid as Noah approached.

It was the corrupting tattoo!

The corrupting tattoo left on her abdomen by the demon was acting up at this very moment!

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