NOVEL NEXT chapter 18
18. I am a kind-hearted person, unable to bear your suffering
Cloetir was indeed a skilled combat nun, her magical power was astonishing. In no time, she had shot down all the members of the Fury Gang that attacked, even offering a simple prayer over the corpses.
During this time, Noah merely watched.
“Now it’s all right. Do you need me to escort you, sir?”
Cloetir turned to Noah after finishing her prayer, as if the dead were hardly worth mentioning.
“…No need, Sister. You have other matters to attend to, right? I can leave on my own.”
Noah thought for a moment and ultimately decided to temporarily abandon the idea of treating Cloetir the same way he did Valentina. It would be too perverse to immediately try to corrupt her, even if it was for her own good.
Thus, he resolved to focus on dealing with Valentina’s situation.
“I see, you truly are a gentle person.”
Seeing that Noah didn’t want to burden her, Cloetir couldn’t help but tilt her head slightly and chuckle.
“Ha, I hope that’s just a joke. Otherwise, Sister, you might need a pair of glasses.”
Suddenly complimented on his gentleness, Noah recalled that if he were a typical male protagonist in a Yasa-style story, he would surely be polite in this situation.
Unfortunately, he had nothing to do with gentleness; he merely admired those who, despite being the protagonists in a world filled with malice, still pushed forward with determination.
If he were truly gentle, he would find a way to change this world, rather than change the protagonist.
Thus, Noah looked at the nun before him with a mischievous gaze, adopting a frivolous attitude.
“Thank you for your suggestion. If needed, I will get a pair. Now, I’ll take my leave. May the goddess grant you a safe departure.”
Yet even with Noah’s flippancy, Cloetir merely smiled politely. After offering a brief prayer to the goddess of faith for Noah, she intended to turn and leave.
After all, her goal was to eliminate as many criminals as possible. Though this encounter was quite peculiar, she could not forget her duty.
The more members of the Fury Gang she eliminated, the easier it would theoretically be for Noah to escape. That seemed reasonable, didn’t it?
Cloetir’s initial impression of Noah was above 80 points. For some reason, she felt he wasn’t a stranger; beneath that seemingly relaxed demeanor was a serious gaze that evoked a sense of closeness. Could he be a colleague from the church’s kingdom branch?
…Perhaps next time they meet, she could have a proper conversation with this gentleman. She hoped they could encounter each other on the peaceful streets next time.
As she began to part ways, the nun confirmed the state of her weapon and prepared to leave the room to continue her work.
“…Ah, by the way, Sister, you’d best be careful of succubi. Those guys might pretend to be female victims to attack clergy.”
Just as Clotilde was about to leave, Noah’s leisurely voice rang out behind her once more, but this time it was unexpectedly a warning.
An incubus? That evil creature that drains the essence of men?
She had never heard of an incubus daring to attack a member of the clergy; this gentleman must be overthinking it. After all, for an incubus, a battle nun like her was practically a natural enemy—how could it possibly dare to attack her?
He must be worrying too much.
In truth, she didn’t fully believe Noah’s words, but out of courtesy, Clotilde still smiled and replied as if she had taken them to heart:
“I understand, sir. I will be careful.”
Turning back would only make her want to stay longer, so the nun merely cast one last deep glance at Noah before striding out with her long legs clad in black high-heeled boots.
Immediately, the sounds of fierce battle echoed from a distance.
“…Did that nun really understand? I can’t shake this feeling of worry.”
Noah, left behind in the room, let out a gentle sigh, a hint of helplessness crossing his face.
Clotilde was a fine nun, but she was far too quick to trust common sense. In the original story, this had led her into defeat play more than once or twice.
Who said that incubi had never attacked clergy in the past? Just because it hadn’t happened before doesn’t mean it won’t happen in the future.
And who could say for certain that there hadn’t been any attacks?
Perhaps someone had been attacked but was too embarrassed to speak up.
One could only say that the protagonist, who had faced an absurd number of defeat plays, had her own issues.
Like naivety, overconfidence, or other such character flaws.
Noah had already clearly warned Clotilde.
If she were to be marked by an incubus in the not-so-distant future, she couldn’t blame Noah for being unkind.
At that point, to prevent her from being deceived by ill-intentioned men, Noah would have no choice but to corrupt her in advance.
As for now, he should leave this stronghold; otherwise, he would surely be in trouble.
“Found you! An intruder who isn’t one of our members! Just a punk!”
However, as expected from an enemy stronghold, just when Noah was contemplating whether to take something with him before leaving, a voice filled with malice and a gaze directed at him came from outside the room.
It was a member of the Fury Brigade, furious and still unaware of who the intruder was, mistaking him for one.
“Hey, punk! You really dared to charge in here alone! But I like your kind of tough guy, because when a confident fool like you gets their bones broken, you’ll surely show a more embarrassing expression than most! Wahahaha!”
The man, presumably a senior member of the Fury Brigade, let out a crude laugh, which was soon echoed by others.
They showed no concern for their fallen comrade on the ground; they just wanted to take down Noah quickly to prove that the one who had been defeated was simply weak, while they were the strong ones.
“Ha, hahahahahaha!”
But this time, they had kicked a steel plate, for Noah, whom they were mocking, let out a laugh even more exaggerated than theirs.
Noah was now laughing in the literal sense, tears almost streaming from his eyes.
“What, what!? What’s so funny! Are you some kind of masochist?!”
The men were slightly startled by Noah’s unconventional reaction, but some were also excited by it.
However, Noah did not respond to any of the men. After finishing his laughter, he picked up the bag of coffee beans from the table.
Although it certainly couldn’t compare to the magical bullets fired from Clotilde’s firearms in terms of quality, it should be sufficient, albeit a bit wasteful. That’s why Noah felt unlucky.
“Hey! Don’t ignore me, you punk!”
Feeling belittled because Noah completely disregarded him, a man immediately rushed forward and pressed his hand down on Noah’s shoulder, using enough force as if he wanted to push Noah down.
Of course, it was completely useless. Noah simply smiled and twisted the man’s arm off his shoulder, then quickly grabbed his throat just as the man instinctively tried to let out a cry of pain, effortlessly lifting him up as he had done with nobles in the past.
“Do you not know why I’m laughing? Haha! Of course, it’s because your words are exactly the same as what I know, which makes me want to laugh!”
Feeling the man desperately struggling in his grip, Noah’s smile gradually began to resemble that of a villain even more than the villain himself.
Because the man’s words were identical to a battle in which Valentina was destined to lose in the original work, it conjured up unpleasant images in Noah’s mind.
He knew that both the heroine and the villains were just as they were in the original.
Noah was kind-hearted and couldn’t bear to see this group of coarse and despicable social misfits continue to suffer in this world, so he decided to personally send them to the goddess’s side.
Well, since it was the goddess who defeated him, the evil god, in the setting, she surely wouldn’t have any complaints, right?
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PS. In the next chapter, the first yellow-haired character to be turned into a victim by the male lead will make an appearance! Thank you for your support, dear readers! I will continue to work hard on updates!
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