26. What’s wrong with a man being perverted!?

The previous “company” of Ikusis—the Order Church—had secrets so deep they were unfathomable. In order to escape with Ikusis, we inevitably offended the so-called leaders of the “Blade of Order” within the church, who held significant power—one of whom was the legendary saint of the magic lineage, the pure white nun, Urasilu.

It was clear that ordinary contact would not suffice to extract the “main storyline” from her. However, the church was eager to oust Ikusis and select a new “Saintess,” which inspired me to devise a bold yet feasible “plan” within the script.

The most suitable candidate for this plan was Nilu. At this point, it was no longer the time to dwell on whether Nilu was the “big boss” opposing Kephir. I didn’t hold back and directly explained my intentions to Nilu, who did not hesitate and gladly accepted the “changes” in my orders. I would absolutely not forget my gratitude for Nilu’s willingness to help me.

Afterward, having left the church “recruitment site” with the two women and made a significant purchase in the city, the preparations for the plan were complete. At this moment, in the evening, I was in the room of our residence with Kephir, waiting for Nilu to be “ready.”

Of course, before that, I had one more thing to do: to cheer up my dear wife, so that Kephir wouldn’t misunderstand me and think that I…

“Ou·Ji·Li·De, you really are a pervert, aren’t you?”

It’s over; before I could explain, Ke Fei’er had already brought up the issue I wanted to clarify, laden with her complaints, wariness, and a hint of jealousy, scolding me in displeasure.

Usually, it wouldn’t matter, but this time, if I didn’t explain, I might really end up sleeping on a washboard tonight!

“That’s not it! It’s for the sake of the plan, Ke Fei’er.”

I hurriedly clarified, “Besides… Ke Fei’er, why did you suddenly want to speak up for Nilu tonight?”

“I’m not speaking up for her; I’m speaking up for all of us women! To prevent more girls from being deceived by your flowery words, satisfying your perverted tastes!”

“Perverted? Come on, Ke Fei’er, it’s all part of the plan, all part of the mission! And it’s just a ‘change,’ it doesn’t count as perverted, right?”

“What else do you want her to change into!? A nurse? A bunny girl!? Why not just tie some ribbons and hide in a box waiting for you to open it?”

I’m sorry, boss, I was wrong; you’re the wife, and whatever you say is right.

However, getting Nilu to make some “changes” is indeed for the plan, because only when Nilu becomes “that way” can it truly be considered a “big transformation.” The contrast between the current Nilu and “that version” of her is so great that it’s hard to believe they are the same person.

While I was trying to appease my wife, the next moment, accompanied by a knock on the door, it seemed our main character for the night—Nilu—was ready and had come in.

“Mr. Ou Ji Li De, I am ready, ‘changed.'”

Nilu’s voice carried a mix of anticipation and a hint of nervousness as she entered. Behind her, the fairies were peeking in a line, their heads poking out from behind the door, sneaking a look.

“Pervert.”

“Disgusting.”

“I can’t believe I was used by someone like this…”

The fairies were mocking me, but… this time, I didn’t hear a word of it. After all, the Nilu standing before me was enough to astonish me, making me ignore those troublesome fairies.

Nilu’s change was simple—she had returned to how she looked when we first met, not only donning a similar maid outfit but also styling her long hair back to its original look, making her appear much more “delicate.” Of course, these were merely superficial changes; in reality, the maid before me now had a personality that couldn’t revert to the past.

“According to your command, I have returned to the appearance I had shortly after we met. You…”

Nilu lifted her skirt and twirled around in front of me, then scrutinized me closely, “You seem to prefer me in this current state, huh? I understand; from now on, I’ll maintain this image by your side.”

As I expected, Kephir… immediately fell silent and twisted my ear.

“Don’t use such strange wording. Kephir too, haven’t I explained everything to you all day today?”

I sighed, “This is part of the plan! Aren’t we preparing for Nilu, in her current guise, to ‘sign up’?”

[Nilu, after her disguise, has signed up for the selection of the new Saint.]

The content of the script is also part of my “plan” this time. Since the church wants to hasten the departure of Ikusis and select a new Saint, then… I will take this opportunity of “selection” to allow our group to get closer to the church headquarters again! And for the candidate, I chose Nilu, who has the most striking contrast after dressing up!

I’m not worried at all about whether Nilu can complete this “selection”; after all, she is Nilu! And this method is also our most covert way to approach those “factions” within the church!

Of course, most of this plan relies on Nilu to push it forward, but strangely enough, even though Nilu is Kephir’s enemy, I, who should be the most cautious of her, am not as hesitant as I imagined. I… seem to have believed in Nilu from the very beginning.

I shook my head and stopped thinking too much. Then, enduring the pain of my twisted ear, I fished out some things from my pocket… things that had accompanied me for a long time but were now no longer useful, only serving as mementos.

“Nilu, from now on, your identity is that of a clergy member with a ‘priest qualification certificate’ in the city. This is my original priest certificate; just complete the handover of the user.”

Of course, there is no such thing as “real-name registration” in this world, and the “priest certificate” that I had worked so hard to obtain can now make Nilu’s disguise much more inconspicuous. This “legitimacy” and “souvenir” for me can now assist our script, so I won’t hesitate to use it.

As for Kephir, she released her grip on my ear and couldn’t help but glance at it a few more times.

“Nilu, after you succeed, make sure to return it to Oghlid in one piece.”

“You don’t need to remind me of that, Miss. I know.”

Nilu, with a serious expression, took it from my hand, and I understood: the ‘main storyline’ in the script has truly begun!

“Nilu, you need to sign up for the ‘new Saint’ selection. Kephir and I will quietly accompany you under disguise. That said, you’ll have to judge your wording and actions yourself; after all, I can’t constantly remind you of the upcoming ‘prophecies.’ However, I believe with your abilities, the mere identity of a Saint is probably not even worth mentioning to you, right?”

Kephir chimed in, “If you can’t even handle this, then you should be self-aware and stop clinging to Oghlid.”

“Sigh… Who do you think I am, Miss?”

After exchanging “taunts” with Kephir, Nilu then looked at me with intense eyes.

“Rest assured, Mr. Oghlid, I will absolutely not let you down. You can ‘watch me’ closely.”

Phew… It seems I was worrying for nothing.

Nilu’s fighting spirit, in some ways, is much stronger than I had imagined.