Chapter 125: Misunderstanding the Good Guy?

As Clotilde stepped into the water city, her mind quickly sharpened, for the population density here was far greater than she had imagined, incomparable to the previous small city.

As a devotee of the goddess, she had to maintain a good image at all times; she could not bring shame to the church or the goddess herself.

The commerce in the water city thrived, and thus, among the passersby, there were often people from other countries, some dressed even more flamboyantly than Clotilde in her unique nun attire.

So Clotilde found herself quite intrigued by the bustling scene, feeling a sense of comfort and joy.

Look at this beautiful tableau of diverse people interacting—this was all a blessing from the goddess!

Compared to battling monsters in the wild, Clotilde’s mood was noticeably brighter now.

She walked down the street, soaking in the vitality of the water city; if it weren’t for the troubles she still had to resolve, she felt she could be even more at ease.

Who knows, perhaps it was the goddess’s guidance.

When Clotilde reached a relatively quiet residential area, she unexpectedly spotted a figure she could not forget.

That silhouette, so distinct from the others, was walking by the street, jotting down notes… Yes! It was that man who troubled her!

The moment she saw Noah’s back, Clotilde wanted to rush over and call out to him.

However, just as she quickened her pace, taking two or three steps, she suddenly halted.

A bold idea had struck her.

Since it was rare for her to have spotted Noah first, why not refrain from calling out to him and instead follow him to see what he intended to do?

She was always caught in embarrassing situations in front of Noah; perhaps she could find a moment of his own embarrassment?

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Perhaps she might encounter Noah, lost in silence and helplessness, a situation she could easily resolve with a flick of her wrist!

The more she thought about it, the more she felt this was an opportunity to salvage her image in Noah’s eyes.

Thus, the young nun did not rush to catch up and call out to Noah; instead, she maintained a respectful distance, quietly following him, eagerly anticipating the moment he would stumble into trouble he could not handle, so she could smile at his plight.

Unaware that she had become akin to a “stalker,” the nun trailed Noah for nearly forty minutes.

What she found regrettable was that, far from encountering any trouble, Noah had not even exchanged a word with anyone; he simply walked on, as if heading somewhere with purpose.

This transformation of her initial excitement into curiosity began to take hold.

Where was Noah truly going?

Was he off to meet that “important person” he had mentioned before?

What if it was a young woman? How embarrassing would that be? What if he mistook her for a stalker?

Caught in this spiral of thought, the nun, who now seemed undeniably like a stalker, hesitated, wondering if she should continue her pursuit.

Just as her resolve wavered, she suddenly saw Noah turn sharply toward a building ahead.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Well, if Noah was going to meet someone important, let him be.

After all, she was a proper nun of the Church; she wouldn’t intentionally disrupt someone’s precious moments.

But wait, what building was he heading to…?

Because her attention had been solely on Noah’s retreating figure, she hadn’t noticed where she had arrived.

When she finally focused on the place Noah was heading, her face drained of color.

Wait, wait! Isn’t that the cathedral of Water City? He wouldn’t be planning to spill my secrets there, would he?

The nun, who could only envision this disastrous scenario, could no longer contain her impatience. With a determined bite of her lip, she swiftly moved her long legs, clad in black knee-high boots, toward Noah.

She managed to reach him just before he entered the cathedral, grabbing his arm and pulling him into a side street.

“I thought some blind thug was about to attack me! But it’s you, Miss Nun! What’s this sudden move? Looking for trouble?”

Noah had long since realized he was being followed, yet he feigned annoyance at being interrupted, casting a disgruntled glance at the beautiful young nun before him.

“That’s the question I should be asking! Mr. Noah, you’re not heading to the cathedral for my sake, are you?”

The nun, who had promised herself to maintain composure for their next meeting, found herself unable to hold it together, her voice rising in agitation.

In her fervor, she leaned forward, exuding an intense pressure.

“Of course it’s for you! What else could it be?”

Noah replied with a hint of impatience, leaning back slightly to avoid the nun’s ample bosom, which was perilously close.

Why not just step back? Well, there was a wall not far behind him, and the nun had a firm grip on his arm.

So it was true!? This guy was indeed insufferable!

At this moment, the young nun could not help but share the same sentiment as Her Highness the Princess, her expression mirroring that of disbelief mixed with a flush of indignation as she glared at Noah.

Yet Noah, unfazed, spoke with a calm demeanor:

“I’ve heard that someone within the Grand Cathedral knows a way to quickly restore magical power. So, I intend to visit the church for your sake, the one you seem to care about. Is there a problem with that?”

“Eh? Y-You mean that’s what you meant?”

Upon hearing Noah’s words, the nun, who had just moments ago seemed ready to purify him with righteous fury, was left momentarily stunned.

Noah was acting to help her?

And he even referred to her as someone he cared about??

Could this… be a confession?!

N-No, no, no, that can’t be right. He’s not the type to develop feelings for someone.

Though a slight confusion washed over her, she realized she might have misunderstood Noah, and embarrassment began to creep in after her moment of shock.

“…”

Especially with Noah’s silent, displeased gaze making her break into a cold sweat.

Oh no! I’ve misjudged a good person!

“H-Haha, I’m sorry for misunderstanding you! As an apology, I’ll accompany you. I happen to have acquaintances in this cathedral as well.”

Clotilde quickly released her grip on Noah’s arm, stepping back a few paces to create distance, her hands clasped tightly against her chest as she awkwardly smiled and apologized.

“Hmph, fine. You seem to be genuinely reflecting on your mistake, so let’s go in together.”

With that seemingly magnanimous remark, Noah took the lead, striding once more toward the cathedral.

“…Phew.”

Behind him, the sound of the nun exhaling in relief echoed, grateful to have been spared Noah’s wrath.

Yet a rather wicked smile crept onto Noah’s face.

Apologize? There was no need for that, for soon the nun would regret her decision to apologize to him.

After all, Noah had plans to make her commit some wicked deeds within the sacred walls of the church~

Indeed! It was time to actively trigger the sinful mark!

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