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

Chapter 117. Noah: Did someone call for me? No? Then I shall sleep.

Clotilde’s side quest was executed quite well; she successfully captured the villager who harbored ill intentions towards her as a nun.

In truth, the criminal’s method was rather simple: he personally offered the village chief a so-called “fine tea” to entertain the visiting nun.

Unaware of the true nature of the situation, the village chief acted without malice, and Clotilde, trusting the amiable old man, drank the tea laced with a sleeping herb.

The effect of this drug was not particularly potent; for a normal person, it would only induce slight drowsiness. Yet for the weary, it worked wonders—the more exhausted one was, the more effective it became.

If someone had just battled a monster, they would surely fall into a deep slumber immediately.

This meant that the villager had long been plotting against Clotilde.

As usual, this was purely due to Clotilde’s excessive trust in humanity.

If she had been in enemy territory, such a blunder would have been impossible. Yet the church’s doctrine and her identity as a nun dulled her vigilance towards the common folk.

She had been poisoned by the church’s ideology, believing that all humans are inherently good, and that those who err are merely misled by demons. Thus, the criminals were simply good people who had been tricked by evil.

Though she would ultimately eradicate these sinners and send them to the goddess, in her heart, the wrongdoers she had slain were still good souls who had strayed from the path.

However, after this incident, she would likely begin to see the truth.

The humans of this world are not as benevolent as the church claims.

Yet, one cannot entirely blame her, for the church itself is flawed.

As a central figure in this narrative, she must uncover the truth step by step, and during this journey, avoiding mistakes and failures is nearly impossible.

Noah, who had already traversed this path, was well aware of it all. However, even if he directly told Clotilde that the church was untrustworthy, she likely would not listen. Thus, he would have to guide her slowly, much like with the princess.

It matters not; after all, compared to the blonde-haired Allen, who lurked beside the princess from the very beginning, the nun’s greatest blonde-haired adversary only appears later in the original plot.

Noah still had plenty of time.

There was no issue in outmaneuvering the fallen nun before she could make her move.

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And here, there was no need to worry about the plight of the suffering; after all, the one who bore the burden was the nun, a maiden devoted to the goddess. In other words, the suffering was the goddess herself.

As for the ‘lowly villagers’—those simpletons—they could only slightly waver the nun’s faith. To fully N/T/R the goddess, they were utterly incapable on their own.

“…But I know that even if we catch them, there’s no real way to punish them. After all, they only attempted a crime, merely tarnishing the village chief’s and the village’s reputation.”

Watching a certain villager on the other side of the magic circle monitor, who was being berated by the village chief with a face full of shame, Noah could only smile nonchalantly.

The kind-hearted nun, initially quite angry, found her ire dissipating as she witnessed the villager’s humiliation at the chief’s hands. In the end, she had to persuade the chief not to expel the villager from the village.

After all, where would they go? The city was no better; they would likely end up as mountain bandits.

Thus, this farce concluded with the villager agreeing to work the fields for three months without pay and kneeling before the nun in repentance.

Come dawn, the ever-restless Clotilde would bid farewell to the village chief and return to the nearby town, effectively closing the chapter on this village’s side story.

Disinterested in the ensuing ‘live broadcast,’ Noah abandoned his observation. After casting a glance at the unfolding scene with the princess, he decided to sleep.

For the next day, he still had to assist the nun, after all. How could he not rest well now?

Having satisfied his physical desires at the brothel and witnessing the nun avoid a humiliating defeat, Noah quickly drifted into a deep slumber.

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Meanwhile, in the fairy pavilion, Lilith, who had ultimately failed to secure her base, stared grimly into the mirror.

The reflection showed her, without a doubt, possessing the same enviable figure that stirred jealousy among women. Dressed in a black evening gown that was both practical and aesthetically pleasing, she appeared less like a woman meant for a brothel and more like a striking socialite, a captivating businesswoman of the upper class.

Yet, there was a stark difference between the mirror and the world outside. Though it was the same person, the ‘Lilith’ outside radiated a palpable aura of discontent.

Inside the mirror, however, Lilith appeared terrified, bound and gagged, her posture betraying her plight—she looked unmistakably like a captive.

This magical mirror did not reflect mere images; it revealed a genuine alternate reality.

“…Hey, did you say something you shouldn’t have? Otherwise, why does he only ever get halfway?”

The ‘Lilith’ outside lacked the mature allure Noah had seen; instead, she exuded a terrifying presence.

Her voice and expression were not those of the fairy pavilion’s manager, Lilith, but rather someone entirely different.

Yet this was the truth, for the bound figure within the mirror was the true manager of the fairy pavilion, a half-demon named Lilith.

“Ugh! Ughhh!!!”

Though her mouth was gagged, Lilith shook her head frantically, her face a mask of terror, desperate to assert her innocence.

“Is that true? You’re really not lying!?”

But the ‘her’ outside remained unconvinced, her expression growing even more menacing, those eyes filled with murderous intent sending chills through the mirror.

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In a bid for mercy, Lilith could only shake her head more vigorously.

“…But you’re just a half-demon! Don’t think you can take what’s mine! If you dare reveal my existence to anyone, you’ll be trapped in the mirror’s world for eternity!”

The voice of the ‘monster’ outside, bearing her same visage, echoed like a sinister whisper from the depths of hell, causing Lilith, a seasoned manager who prided herself on understanding human nature, to shed tears of fear.

But don’t let her size fool you; she still acted like a frightened girl.

She had seen through humanity, yet she feared not the humans.

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But can this thing be human?!

Why does it share her exact appearance and know that the mirror in this room is a magical one?!

She absolutely does not have a twin sister!

This thing is definitely not human!

It must be some kind of monster or demon!

“…Hmph.”

The only thing that gives Lilith a sense of security is that this creature seems to have a strong obsession only with that dark-haired gentleman. It appears only when he arrives and vanishes with his departure.

Once she was freed and the ropes binding her were loosened, the creature that looked exactly like her swaggered out of the room.

Having narrowly survived another day, Lilith quickly tore the fabric from her mouth, gasping for precious air.

She couldn’t tell anyone about this bizarre occurrence, for she knew that aside from the Church, no one would have the power to resolve it.

Thus, all Lilith could do was sit up straight and pray directly to the goddess in this room, hoping to be liberated from these strange days soon.

Don’t say that her voice wouldn’t reach the goddess because she is half-demon!

What else could she do?!

Should she pray to the evil god long sealed away by the goddess?!

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