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

Chapter 118. On-Site Record of the Nun’s Crimes

Having bid farewell to the unforgettable village, Clotilde set off early in the morning to return to the nearby town, arriving safely by mid-morning.

As a battle nun of the Church, her mission is to eradicate the heretics deemed so by the Church.

For instance, her last overseas investigation into the ‘Fury Sect’ was prompted by reports of heretical practitioners within; exterminating heresy is her primary goal, and she merely executed a holy judgment on the entire organization as a side task.

During her downtime, she enjoys a high degree of freedom, as long as she strictly fulfills her duties as a nun and maintains the proper demeanor, churches and convents across the land will provide her with assistance.

However, due to the mark of lust, she hasn’t dared to enter a church for some time now, spending nearly all her efforts hunting monsters to regain her lost magical power.

If one were to say her strength was recovering quickly, it barely reached one-tenth of what it once was.

If one were to say her recovery was slow, achieving this level in nearly half a month is nearly impossible for a human.

Indeed… is it the influence of the mark of lust?

At that moment, Clotilde, walking down the street, suddenly stopped, her expression heavy as she looked down at her abdomen.

On the surface, it was merely a specially tailored nun’s habit, novel yet not overly conspicuous.

But only she knew that beneath this garment, filled with sanctity, lay something deeply sinful.

The existence of the mark of lust compelled her to occasionally engage in acts forbidden by the Church, and it seemed to enhance her magical power with each satisfaction gained.

The more sins she committed, the faster her strength would return, even making her stronger.

It was nothing short of a pact with a demon.

Though she ought not to be ensnared by sin, one cannot deny that the pleasure derived from the awakening of lustful markings is beyond the ordinary.

This is a curse that no human should bear.

In truth, it is only through the aid of another that she has managed to keep her sanity from being devoured.

But is this truly the right path?

Should she confide in the higher-ups of the Church about the curse laid upon her by the lustful demon?

After all, these are the very figures who have provided her with two legendary sacred weapons passed down from ancient times; surely they must possess a solution.

Yet, should she do so, it would mean admitting her defeat to the demon, the loss of her purity, and the sin of carnal desire would inevitably be exposed.

Even if she were to succeed in lifting the curse, it is likely she could no longer serve as a nun.

But if she were not a nun, she would be utterly lost as to what to do…

Perhaps it is best to hold on a little longer?

With heavy steps, Clotilde walked along the streets of the city, her expression mirroring that of an ordinary nun troubled by how to educate children.

Thus, many passersby, witnessing her demeanor, felt a genuine admiration for this young woman who had devoted her life to the Church and the Goddess.

This city was not particularly prosperous; it was merely average within the realm, and the street Clotilde traversed was not a commercial one, so even in her distracted state, she would not collide with anyone.

For Clotilde, who was wrestling with the decision of whether to report her predicament to the higher-ups, this street felt remarkably friendly.

The relative quiet, due to the sparse crowd, allowed her to ponder without distraction.

Yet Clotilde had overlooked one possibility.

That someone might approach her willingly.

“Ah~ Beautiful nun over there, are you troubled by money? I have a splendid job opportunity for you!”

“…Huh? Me?”

Startled by the sudden interruption of a youthful voice, Clotilde’s first reaction was surprise that the person was addressing her.

Did she appear to be in need of money?

Though the nuns of the Church were not wealthy, they had little need for spending.

As a battle nun, her expenses for lodging in various inns were higher, yet she received special subsidies from the Church, along with unique magic to purify her garments and body; she hardly seemed like someone in financial distress.

So why then?

To uncover the answer to this puzzling question, Clotilde turned her astonished gaze toward the young man who had approached her.

He was a rather handsome fellow, perhaps even more attractive than some women, dressed impeccably, exuding the air of someone accustomed to formal occasions.

Upon noticing Clotilde’s attention, the young man greeted her with a smile, continuing with:

“Oh, from the front, you are even more beautiful than from the side! I believe you would be perfect for a position at our establishment. Would you care to give it a try? The pay is quite generous!”

Dressed so formally, and leading with talk of high wages? And he kept praising her beauty?

…Wait a moment, could this fellow be a recruiter for a brothel?

Clotilde, who had sensed the truth, felt her previously bewildered expression shift to one of solemnity, even bordering on the grave.

The church held a dismissive stance towards establishments of ill repute, yet since it refrained from meddling in politics, if the local lords chose to ignore the church’s counsel to abolish such places, the church would not intervene forcefully.

But that did not mean Clotilde would acknowledge their existence; such establishments must be eradicated—eradicated!

And why on earth was someone speaking to her, a nun who clearly would not acquiesce?

Was this not simply a provocation?

Feeling belittled, Clotilde’s anger flared as she gazed upon the handsome face before her; other nuns might have scolded him with a stern expression, admonishing him against such absurd jesting.

But as a battle nun, she was bound to act in ways that others could not. Indeed, she seized his arm and twisted it behind him, eager to teach him just how foolish it was to provoke a nun of the church.

“Ow, ow, ow! W-wait, Sister! I surrender! I surrender! I wasn’t looking for trouble! I was just relaying what that gentleman over there asked me to say!”

The pained man groaned, hastily explaining that he was merely following orders.

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This revelation only fueled Clotilde’s ire further.

Ah, so there were accomplices, were there? Let’s see how she would make these unwitting souls, led astray by the ‘demon,’ repent for their sins!

However, when Clotilde turned to follow the direction of the man’s other hand, her previously solemn and delicate features froze in shock.

“Yes, that’s right, it’s me. What’s your problem?”

For standing before her was Noah, one hand clutching a book, the other wielding a pen, feverishly documenting the scene of the ‘nun assaulting a man’ unfolding before him.

Look at that foolish expression on the nun’s face! Noah paused his writing, flashing her a provocative grin.

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