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

Chapter 113. The Nun’s First Ominous Sign

After the lustful desire brought by the tattoo was alleviated, Clothilde’s rationality regained the upper hand.

As she thought about how she almost directly bit into it, sniffing like a true dog, a strong sense of shame surged up in her heart.

This was actually the first time she had seen a man’s unique part since she had lost her rationality and memory that one time.

She had behaved so wantonly, which was a betrayal of the Church and her own faith.

The sinful nun, Clothilde, quickly adjusted her clothes and knelt down on the ground, praying towards the sky.

Noah, who was standing beside her, watched her.

How to put it?

There was a feeling of being crazy before and saintly after.

But to be specific, it was more like being a demon before and a nun after.

The Clothilde who had been so seductive earlier was now equally restrained.

Noah didn’t speak at this time, but instead quietly watched her, even following her gaze towards the sky with interest.

However, unlike Clothilde, who was praying to God with devotion, Noah was looking at the sky with a sense of expectation and entertainment.

Of course, he knew that the sky wouldn’t suddenly produce something strange.

This made Noah somewhat disappointed.

Because Clothilde’s prayer was simple and not formal, it didn’t last long, only about a minute.

Feeling relieved after confessing her sins to the goddess, Clothilde planned to stand up from the ground.

But just as she was about to pick up her nun’s ritual and stand up, she saw Noah’s erected tent and broke down again, sitting back down on the ground.

“You, you’re still…!?”

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but Clothilde’s gaze towards Noah was clearly like looking at a beast, full of terror, as if she was about to be violated by him.

“Huh? You’re asking me why I’m still like this? You’re the one who should be ashamed, Nun Clothilde. This is all because of your mistake, don’t you want me to describe your ugly behavior earlier? You’re satisfied, but I’m not at all.”

Looking at her expression, as if she didn’t recognize herself, Noah was about to burst out laughing.

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Perhaps the stimulation was enough for Clothilde, but for Noah, it was far from enough. This was even more unbearable than when the princess had stepped on him, and how could he calm down so quickly?

Although Clothilde had just behaved like a demon, now Noah was being gazed at by her as if she was looking at a demon, even someone as broad-minded as Noah couldn’t help but feel unhappy. So, he launched a fierce accusation at Clothilde.

“Huh? But, didn’t you…?”

“Before was before, now is now. Before, I didn’t let myself get involved in the experiment, and I didn’t know which nun, driven by the tattoo, would ask me to do this. Now, you’re even blaming me? Do you have the face to pray to the goddess? The goddess would probably be disappointed in your behavior too!”

“Uh…”

The nun’s face turned red with guilt and embarrassment, having been struck at her weak point.

She didn’t know that men couldn’t calm down quickly… She didn’t have knowledge in this area.

But what to do now?

Since it was her fault, she ought to offer help, right?

But, but that would violate the church’s teachings! It was one thing when the lustful mark activated, but now she was expected to touch a man’s body while fully aware!?

That kind of thing…

At this moment, the young nun found herself caught between her sense of duty and the rigid doctrines of the church, trapped in a dilemma.

She couldn’t bring herself to scold Noah and tell him to get lost, nor could she resolve to do what she had only just done when the mark had taken over.

So she stood there, frozen in a pose as if about to be attacked, unsure of what to do, her expression a tangled mess of emotions.

And at that moment, the one who would help her make up her mind was, of course, Noah, who was watching her ridiculous display.

Since she had held her ground, Noah wouldn’t dare to step closer.

After all, even without her assistance, he could always indulge later.

With a scornful expression, he sneered derisively, “Hah, look at you, so pathetic. Unlike you, who can’t control your desires, I can manage mine just fine.”

The guilt that had weighed on the young nun vanished in an instant upon hearing his words, replaced by a surge of anger as she retorted, “I told you, it’s the mark’s fault! How could I possibly be in such a miserable state otherwise? If you had the mark, you’d be just like me!”

“But the problem is, I don’t.”

“?!”

Caught completely off guard by his response, the nun was left speechless.

“What? Am I wrong?”

Noah’s gaze was filled with a teasing ambiguity, as if he were eagerly awaiting her stubborn reply.

Now at a loss for words, the nun turned her eyes away in irritation, pretending nothing had happened as she stood up from the ground.

“Oh, are you sulking now? Miss Nun, you really are quite willful. But since you provided me with such excellent data earlier, I’ll forgive you this time. Come on, let’s go report your commission.”

As he spoke, Noah turned and walked away, striding back toward the village path.

His departure was so carefree that even Clotilde felt he was somewhat less than human.

“…”

Being mocked so openly, Clotilde’s mood, of course, soured, and her expression darkened as she glared at Noah’s retreating figure, her eyes filled with resentment.

For a fleeting moment, she even thought about finding a way to make Noah experience the curse of the mark himself.

“!? What am I even thinking?!”

But that thought was fleeting, and as she realized such behavior was utterly unbecoming, her face quickly shifted to one of regret.

Though Noah was a rough and brutish man, responding to violence with violence was not the way of a nun devoted to the goddess.

She should choose to forgive Noah’s transgressions instead.

Yes, perhaps Noah could be reformed through her compassion, becoming a kind and polite person in the process?

……Though she herself hardly believed in such a possibility, a thought was better than none, right?

“Alas, my future is shrouded in darkness, but fear not, great and benevolent goddess, I shall endure your trials to prove my devotion. A man like that, once accustomed, is nothing to fret over! …Probably!”

After rallying her spirits, the nun tucked away the embarrassing visage she had never shown to anyone.

Resuming the dignified and modest demeanor expected of a nun, she hurriedly trotted after Noah, who was not far ahead.

As the two departed in succession, the grass before the great tree returned to its former tranquility.

Aside from some patches flattened and others seemingly dampened by dew, there were no other changes.

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