Chapter 120 – Face to Face

Episode 120 – Between Faces

“Luan! Are you out of your mind?”

As soon as I opened my eyes, what greeted me was Isis with red-faced eyes.

“Sister…”

“Huh! It’s me! Isis. Do you recognize who it is?”

“… “I don’t have amnesia.”

“But you never know! “Is there any pain anywhere?”

Anyone who sees it will think that I am a critically ill patient who will be treated today and tomorrow.

Obviously, there were no injuries before you lost consciousness. Did you notice any problems along the way?

“What did the priests say?”

“They said there was nothing wrong. … The saint came by yesterday and said it was okay.”

“Then it won’t be a problem. Tatcha!”

“Stay still! “Don’t overdo it!”

When I tried to raise my upper body, Isis quickly suppressed my chest.

Thanks to this, our faces became a little closer.

I chuckled as I saw my normally red face her turn even redder, then stretched out my hand and removed the curly hair from the corner of my mouth.

“What are you wearing?”

“Uh? Ah, this is…”

He is visibly embarrassed when I show him my fur.

Black and fairly short. It’s thick and curvy and doesn’t look like hair.

Usually, these hairs are visible in two places…

‘Well, it’s probably armpit hair.’

I can’t imagine that Isis, who is so worried about me right now, would have been sucking that guy’s dick just a moment ago.

However, there is one thing that is puzzling.

I don’t know if she removes her hair or has hairlessness, but Isis’s armpits are always smooth and hairless.

I checked this last time when I was asked to show my breasts on a snowy mountain.

Something made me feel uneasy.

As I was staring at the fur with a serious expression, Isis quickly snatched it away.

“Well, let’s stop looking at that and talk about it.”

“A story?”

“Okay. “It’s the note you left for me.”

“Oh, that?”

I called Isis, wrote a note on his chest, and went to sleep.

There was only one thing written there.

The story is that both the saint and I were suppressed by succubi, and the student council intervened to save them.

This is a request to completely hide my activities.

“Why did you ask that?”

And Isis cannot understand my decision.

“There are circumstances.”

“So what is the situation? “You can’t even tell your sister?”

Isis, who would normally just ignore it, asked quite persistently this time.

That means it’s that serious.

But unfortunately I couldn’t tell her the truth.

“… “I’m sorry.”

“Does the saint know?”

“Yes? “Are you a saint?”

“Okay. “Does the saint know?”

Why does a saint suddenly appear?

Even though I was puzzled, I burst out laughing.

“It can’t be.” The saintess was losing her mind just like me. I just woke up. There was no time to talk.”

“Okay? So, will you tell me the next time we meet?”

“… No. I can’t say this. Especially never to a saint.”

I was forced to commit a crime to save you.

If there is anyone who can say that, they are either trash or an idiot.

Of course, if a good saint tells you her situation in detail, she will most likely forgive you, but in doing so, she is no different from repaying her kindness with her with her of.

I just don’t have the confidence to do that.

As if she liked my firm answer, Isis twitched the corner of her mouth and lowered her head.

“I see. Okay. “If it’s that important, there’s nothing we can do.”

“Anyway, what happened after I fainted? Have you caught all the Dark Church members?”

Since they knew for sure that they had sneaked into the academy, the church and the academy would definitely respond.

Isis’ expression hardened at my question.

“I don’t know if it’s all, but I caught it. However, when I tried to interrogate him, he suddenly had a seizure and turned into a monster. Thanks to that, I wasn’t able to delve into the depths.”

“There was a ban.”

“That’s right. Even they didn’t know about it. “They were all just tools.”

This means that they were treated as outcasts from the beginning as they did not know when they would be discovered.

I had one question.

‘Why didn’t Meloni have a seizure?’

Although the method is quite different, I also attempted interrogation using pain.

Of course she should have had a seizure, but she was still alive and well until I took action.

I was curious what the difference was.

‘Could it be because of the flame of innocence?’

At that time, Meloni’s Mana Road was completely occupied by the flame of purity.

If it were said that the ban was not being activated because of that, it seemed like an explanation would be possible.

‘A saint might know.’

I’ll have to take a detour and ask.

“Sister. “Has the saint woken up?”

“… Huh. “Why are you worried?”

“I’m a little worried. Shall we go meet him?”

Her horns were also hot, so she immediately raised her upper body, pulled up the blanket, and lowered her feet to the bottom of the bed.

Then Isis, who had a stoic expression on her face again, put my feet up on the bed, covered me with a blanket, and laid down my upper body on her.

“You shouldn’t overdo it. “Stay still.”

“No, I’m really okay?”

“But that doesn’t work. … Instead, you can call a saint. But he came yesterday and asked me to call him when he wakes up.”

“Oh really? Then, let me ask you a favor.”

If something like that happens, let me know in advance.

When I asked with a smile at the welcome news, Isis made a small additional request.

“… That’s not enough. “Please do it with aegyo.”

“Yes?”

“Hurry. Please do it.”

Am I the type of person who gets along well with older people?

Like Meloni, Isis also wanted to hear my cuteness.

Why do you think it’s a good thing to see a grown man crying… I decided to use cuteness as a pretext to satisfy my selfish desires.

I attracted Isis.

She holds the small female body in her arms and inhales her fragrant body her scent her.

“Oh! Lu, Lu, Luan?”

I whispered into the ear of the embarrassed Isis.

“Sister.”

“Uh, huh?”

“Please. I only have a sister. “You know?”

“Uh, uhm… !”

It looks like the charm worked successfully. Isis’s ears and even her neck can be seen turning red. The skin that touched her also became hot.

After enjoying the feel of her female body for a moment, I let go and Isis fell off the bed with a gasp.

“Stop, stand, I’ll call the saint. Wait here. “Understand, right?”

“Yes. “Go slowly.”

I waved my hand and saw him off.

And when about 5 minutes had passed, the door opened and the saint appeared.

“Prince Luan! “You’re awake!”

“Yes. Nice to meet you. How about you, saint? “Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing to me! There was a slight problem, but it wasn’t anything serious!”

Come to think of it, I understand that the uterus tattoo on the saint’s lower abdomen has not been erased.

‘It must be a lot of trouble.’

In my case, I don’t care because I know what happened to the saint, but if an ordinary man sees her uterus tattoo, he will immediately think of promiscuity.

Unless a woman has really fallen to rock bottom, she usually doesn’t get a uterus tattoo.

I laughed bitterly.

“Well, then I’m glad.”

“More than that, Prince Luan! “You mean the promise you made last time?”

“A promise?”

“Yes. Gas—Eup! Ubboob?”

Who has this woman decided to kill?

I quickly stopped the saintess from mentioning her breasts.

“Shh! Be quiet!”

My eyes were directed to the back of her sainthood.

There, Isis was watching us with sharp eyes.

Her mouth opened.

“Luan? “What is your promise?”

“Oh, actually, when you help me with this project, I asked you to grant me just one wish! “You might need the saint’s help someday!”

“So? But I think you just said breasts?”

“Not at all? Breasts? I guess he was referring to the promise he made in front of the humidifier. Yes? “Saint?”

When I sent a murderous look, the saintess finally understood the situation and nodded her head obediently.

But Isis’s gaze is still sharp.

“Really? “You’re not saying I’ll let you touch my chest if you help me with this, right?”

“Of course not. Anyway, how do you touch the saint’s breast? “She doesn’t want to be captured by the former Inquisitor.”

“… Okay? Okay. I would be mistaken if I said that much. Let’s keep talking.”

If you’re going to ask me to continue talking, I think it would be okay to leave the seat first.

My mouth was itchy, but I felt like if I kept spitting it out, the doubt I had managed to allay would come back, so I obeyed.

The saint and I changed the topic and started having trivial conversations.

*

“Thank you! Thank you, saint!”

Another person left, and silence fell in the confessional.

The saint stood up from her seat and stretched her legs.

“Ugh… ! I’m feeling sore these days. “Is it lack of exercise?”

But that doesn’t mean I really gained weight. Even if she said she lacked exercise in the first place, she only missed a few days of her daily martial arts training.

She tilted her head and sat down in her chair again.

Then she took out her martial arts book from the drawer behind her and started reading it again.

“Hmm… Is this what it feels like?”

She imitated her movements from her book her by just moving her hands from where she sat. She analyzes the tricks hidden within her and makes them her own.

If Lu An saw it, she was a talent that he couldn’t help but admire.

She had a beautiful appearance and large breasts, and as well as being a saint, her talent in martial arts was of the highest level, so it was no exaggeration to say that she received all the grace in the world.

The saintess, who was diligently researching books, suddenly thought of Ruan.

The day after she came to her senses, she visited again and tried to fulfill her promise when they were alone together, but when he tried all kinds of tricks, including tasting, she always seemed to avoid it when the time came .

She checked to see if she was in pain, but she found nothing wrong.

In the end, she decided to grant her one wish and she decided to keep the promise from happening.

“Is it strange?”

Why did I suddenly change my mind?

There’s something suspicious about the way he looks at me with strangely guilty eyes.

But no matter how much she thought about it, there was no way she could come up with an answer. I am inherently weak at reasoning, and there were very few clues given.

When I finally decided to give up and try to focus on the book again, a new visitor came.

Crash!

The door opens and closes.

And then silence came.

The saint, who was waiting for the visitor to open her mouth, opened her mouth just in case.

“Brothers and sisters? Are you there?”

“…”

“Over there?”

Even though I called repeatedly, there was no answer.

It looks like he just opened the door and went back. Sometimes there are people like this. At best, he makes up his mind and knocks on the door of the confession room, then gets scared right in front of her and runs away.

The saintess, guessing that this was the case again, pouted her mouth.

“Tch! How can you come all the way here and do this? It’s not like I go to confession every day, so it’s a missed opportunity!”

“… “Saint.”

“I will regret it forever… Uh, huh!? “Are you there?”

The saintess, who was muttering and venting her dissatisfaction, was started by the voice of her coming from across from her.

She laughed and quickly changed the topic.

“W-what brought you here? “If you have any sins, tell them all!”

“… “I recently committed a great sin against my benefactor.”

“To my benefactor?”

“Yes. “I did something I should never have done.”

The voice was very serious.

I already understood how seriously my sin was, and I am deeply reflecting on it.

She fits exactly the type of visitor she had hoped for when she first began going to confession.

The saint smiled happily.

“Why did you sin against your benefactor?”

“… It was an inevitable situation.”

“He had no choice but to sin?”

“Yes. The benefactor’s physical condition was critical. A sin had to be committed for him.”

The saint had a puzzled expression.

The visitor was extremely reluctant to reveal the charges.

Since she did not know the details of the crime, it was impossible to guess what the situation was, and in the end, she could only give an answer based on common sense.

“Then how about telling your benefactor the truth? “If you reflect that much, I will forgive you.”

“… Probably so. The benefactor is so kind. He will forgive you easily. But I can’t do that.”

“Can’t you forgive yourself?”

“I’ve never thought about it like that. But… Yes. He can’t forgive. “Because I will have to continue to commit sins in the future.”

It’s a really difficult problem.

It was clear that he was a criminal who would commit crimes in the future, but it was questionable whether it was right to arrest him right away.

The saintess, who was pondering, suddenly realized that the other person’s voice was familiar.

‘It’s a voice I’ve heard before.’

However, when I see something that doesn’t come to mind right away, it doesn’t happen often, and I think the one encounter was so impressive that it remained in my memory.

The saintess, who calmly traced her memories, soon realized her true identity.

“You!”

It’s definitely the voice of a thigh villain!

The sexual harasser who was not caught that time came to the confession room again.

The saint quickly got up and ran outside, grabbing the doorknob of her visitor’s side, but when she felt that he was not moving, she flinched and stopped.

“… Why don’t you run away?”

“Should I run away?”

“Aren’t you the sexual harasser back then?”

“…”

The other person was silent, but the saint knew that it meant positivity.

“I don’t know what you think. “Why did you come back?”

“… “It is to confess my sins.”

“Is that all it is?”

“Yes. If you don’t brush it off like this, you won’t be able to move forward. I must not stop. “You have to run endlessly.”

In his voice, I could hear feelings of self-destruction and strong hatred toward someone.

In front of him, the saint could not bear to blame him.

The saintess let go of the doorknob without her strength and returned to her original position.

“I won’t catch you.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. You are living in endless pain. I’m already paying for my sins. So, there is no need to catch it.”

“… As expected, the saintess is very kind.”

“Joy! There is no use praising. Then go away quickly. “Don’t come back again!”

“All right. Thank you.”

The person who got up with an expression of gratitude left.

The saint, left alone, held the Rosary placed on her chest with both hands and prayed to it.

“Goddess. “Take care of the Lamb.”

Please do not despair.