Chapter 142. Noah, who seems to have some serious issues

Noah couldn’t quite grasp what Delia was doing there.

After all, such a scenario was certainly not part of the original narrative.

So, does that mean Delia wears white stockings beneath her white royal gown?

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Just a typical wicked female antagonist, yet she seems to understand the hearts of men quite well.

Dressed in a way that stirs the desire to defile, could it be that she’s setting herself up for a fall?

Noah could almost envision the pristine, obsessive Delia suffering yet another crushing defeat, only to be tossed into a mud pit by the fully corrupted Valentina, her face twisted in discomfort.

As Delia prepared to rest, Noah too abandoned his observations, casually seeking a tavern to lay his head.

He didn’t dwell on the matter too much; after all, he believed it had nothing to do with him.

Compared to such villainous characters, he had two heroines to worry about—who had the time to concern himself with that?

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Two days later, within the cathedral of Water City.

Clotilde felt as if she might lose her mind.

Just this morning, she had fought fiercely to purify a certain demon lurking within the city.

At that moment, she had even sighed in relief when her lustful mark had not activated.

But who would have thought that the instant she had to enter that office, the mark would begin to stir?

No way! Why? She had merely recalled the scene involuntarily!

Clotilde, already familiar with the sensation of the mark activating, knew without lifting her nun’s habit that it was indeed beginning to glow.

Given the circumstances, she could hold out for a maximum of fifteen minutes; beyond that, desire would consume her reason.

Yet, with that depraved priest absent, she had no choice but to grab a toy and seek a secluded spot to relieve herself.

Originally, Clotilde had planned this, but she never expected that just as she reluctantly picked up the toy from the shelf, preparing to hastily exit the room and the cathedral, the door would swing open.

Thinking it was Noah, Clotilde was ready to exclaim, “You’ve come at just the right time, Mr. Noah!” But the words caught in her throat when she realized the visitor was not Noah.

“Ah, Sister Clotilde, my dear child, you must have had a hard time exterminating heresy this morning. Do you have a moment? I wish to speak with you.”

It was not Noah who entered, but Horace, the bishop of Water City.

His face radiated kindness, exuding the aura of a true cleric, and no one would doubt his character.

Clotilde certainly wouldn’t.

Under normal circumstances, she would welcome a conversation with the bishop, but given the situation, she found herself less than eager.

The mark had just begun to activate, and here she was, clutching a wooden box containing a small toy, ready to flee the cathedral. Was her luck truly this abysmal?

How could she be so unfortunate?

“Ah, heh… Bishop Horace, you are too kind, but I’m afraid I’m a bit busy at the moment. Could we perhaps talk when I return?”

Suddenly releasing her grip would raise suspicion, so Clotilde quickly lifted the small wooden box from the shelf, feigning it to be an ordinary item, smiling at Horace while plotting her escape.

After all, in her eyes, Bishop Horace was a highly respected cleric; if he discovered her current actions, she would surely be doomed!

She might even be locked away as a monster transformed by lust!

Beneath Clotilde’s seemingly calm smile lay a tempest of anxiety.

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“Oh, if Sister Clotilde is really busy, then it’s no bother… hmm?”

Horace didn’t have anything particular to say, he just wanted to get familiar with her, but he felt that the nun in front of him was somehow different from usual.

To be specific, she didn’t have her usual calm and collected demeanor, as if she had some urgent matter.

And what’s with that small box? Is it a box for some kind of decoration?

Horace didn’t suspect that Clotilde’s state was off, he just felt that she seemed a bit flustered, which made him curious about what was inside the small box she was holding.

This gaze made Clotilde, who was already nervous, even more tense, fearing that Horace would ask her to open it and take a look.

At this moment, the nun had never felt so tense before. Previously, she was worried about Sister Belinda discovering her secret, but now there was no door to hide behind. If Horace noticed that she was off, she would be done for!

Why wasn’t that annoying man helping her out at this critical moment?!

Didn’t he promise to help her keep her secret?!

Clotilde had never yearned for Noah to be present so much.

The tension of fearing exposure stimulated her [lustful] instincts, causing her skin to rapidly flush with a bright pink color. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to hold on for even three minutes!

“Sister Clotilde, haven’t you finished getting everything? Oh, it’s not Bishop Horace, sorry, Sister Clotilde is helping me with my task.”

Just then, Noah pushed the door open with perfect timing, smiling as he covered for Clotilde.

“Oh, I see, so that’s how it is. You’re helping Father Noah, then we can talk about it later.”

Due to his almost unconditional trust in ‘Father Noah’, Horace, although feeling suspicious, chose to give up thinking and smiled, letting Clotilde leave.

As Clotilde tried to act nonchalant and walked past Horace, Horace still had a warm and gentle smile on his face.

However, as soon as Noah and Clotilde left the room, Horace immediately revealed a sinister expression.

“Indeed, no matter how many times I see that figure, it’s always top-notch… such a good woman, how could I let her go on my turf? As a bishop, isn’t it to experience the pleasures that others can’t?”

As one of the toxins in the church, Horace was extremely fond of women, and nuns were no exception. Just seeing Clotilde’s gentle and reserved holy face made him feel like he was about to get hard!

Only, Horace would never think that his ugly true nature had already been exposed. Noah, who had just walked out of the room, immediately began to observe his ugliness using a magic surveillance array.

Noah saw his depraved appearance clearly, but only smiled.

“Quick, quick, give it to me!”

Because Horace didn’t know that Clotilde was no longer holy, gentle, or reserved.

The Clotilde who was being tormented by [lustful] instincts, breathing rapidly, and blushing profusely, was now in another room, gazing at Noah with an extremely passionate gaze.

Although it was a gaze mixed with strong shame and reluctance, it was still a passionate gaze.

So Noah only smiled faintly and said:

“If you want it, you have to get it yourself. You should know the rules, Sister.”