Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim

chapter 197



Chapter 197.

The Weakness of Miss Nun is Known to Every Villain (24)

Looking at the nun who had already fainted before him, Horace felt quite displeased.

He yanked off the white wig from the nun’s head and tossed it aside, revealing a head of crimson hair.

Seeing the nun with crimson hair, who bore no resemblance to his favorite woman, Clotilde, Horace’s displeasure eased somewhat.

“After all, a counterfeit is just a counterfeit; it’s truly unseemly.”

Though he felt displeased, his body was actually enjoying it, so Horace’s actions were, in fact, ruthless.

But he was the highest bishop in the Water City Church, and not to mention that the crimson-haired nun had just briefly fainted.

Even when awake, she wouldn’t dare to voice a single complaint against his scolding.

As long as he wished, even the nun who was reluctant to be at his service would ultimately submit to him.

Except for the battle nun, Clotilde.

Unlike the other nuns, who were piously devout in words but had no power to resist beyond their stubbornness.

Threatening Clotilde could genuinely lead to being killed on the spot.

This was the reason why Horace, despite having his sights set on Clotilde to the point of wanting someone else to cosplay her, refrained from taking action.

In truth, he was afraid to act, fearing a counterattack.

That was why he collaborated with Dean, a senior researcher from the Relic Research Institute, at least to control the extent to which Clotilde would resort to violence, so he could have the confidence to use power and cunning to take her down.

That said, where was Dean?

Horace had previously received a letter from Dean, instructing him to wait for him at another church that evening.

Since Dean hadn’t arrived at the agreed time, he thought he might as well enjoy himself for a bit.

As it turned out, he had finished enjoying himself, yet Dean still hadn’t shown up.

This caused a grim expression to surface on Horace’s aged face, starkly contrasting with the image of the benevolent elder he presented to the public.

Fortunately, just as he was contemplating whether to switch to another nun for his enjoyment to pass the time, a proper voice finally came from outside the door.

“Your Excellency, the Bishop, Mr. Dean is currently waiting for you in the office.”

That was the voice of a middle-aged priest, belonging to the same faction within the church that, like Horace, did not believe in the existence of the goddess.

Their disbelief yet continued service was naturally due to the benefits to be gained from it.

So this was not surprising.

“Hmm, I understand. I’ll go right away; please wait for me at the door.”

Hearing that Dean had finally arrived, a hint of a smile returned to Horace’s wrinkled old face.

He took one last glance at the disheveled crimson-haired nun on the bed and quickly and skillfully donned the bishop’s robe hanging nearby.

By the time he stepped out, he had already transformed back into the guise of the sanctimonious bishop.

Under the guidance of the middle-aged priest, Horace successfully met with researcher Dean in a certain office.

The two exchanged polite pleasantries before they began discussing matters regarding the ‘experiment.’

“I see, it’s the experimental data collected from the device that resurrected Mr. Allen… oh, no, it should now be called Miss Allen.”

Noah, who had been nearby all along, nodded in satisfaction upon hearing their conversation.

Just as he had thought, since Dean had retrieved the experimental data, the experiment to control a person’s consciousness using relics could be considered a success.

In simple terms, these individuals intended to create powerful hypnotic tools.

Dean was motivated by curiosity, while Horace sought to use the tools to gain Clotilde’s body and mind.

Dean was here to report the progress of the experiment to Horace.

He said that if Horace could wait for two to three weeks, their relic research institute would be fully operational and could produce a hypnotic magical tool.

So if Horace wanted to enjoy the results of the experiment sooner, he would need to pay more.

“Ho ho ho, that’s no problem at all! You don’t need to worry about the money, Dean-kun. As long as you and that esteemed gentleman put your all into the research, that’s all that matters.”

Rather than feeling offended by the request for money, Horace generously expressed that he had the funds and urged them to expedite the results; he would definitely provide the money.

The relic research institute wasn’t actually short on funds, but this kind of research violated the church’s doctrines, so they couldn’t use the money from the church headquarters.

Dean was quite grateful to have such a local bishop as a financial backer.

However, he hoped Horace would be a bit more cautious, so he helplessly said,

“Your Excellency, I truly appreciate your support for our research, but it would be wise to be careful before things get underway. I’ve heard that Sister Clotilde has a very keen intuition; if we expose ourselves too soon, we could all be in trouble.”

“Ho ho ho, you can rest easy, Dean-kun. Sister Clotilde is indeed perceptive, but she has little wariness towards those she considers companions. And despite my appearance, I am quite respected by her; how could I possibly expose our plans?”

Horace, not taking Dean’s words to heart, proudly stroked his graying beard.

His words made Noah, who was present, chuckle as well.

Look, even the prominent villain knows the weaknesses of the young nun.

Not only that lecherous demon who had turned into a victim to attack her, but also this heretical bishop secretly plotting against her.

Everyone knew that Clotilde felt very secure around her companions and the church.

Fortunately, Noah had acted against Clotilde ahead of time; he felt that her corruption progress was already around forty percent.

Otherwise, the completely unsuspecting Clotilde would surely have been led astray by this old yellow-haired Horace, who was scheming to take her from the goddess she was suffering under.

“That said, it’s still better to be cautious.”

“Dean-kun, you really are quite careful. Hmm, I know my limits; you can rest assured.”

While Dean and Horace, two villains, were discussing their obviously heretical misdeeds, Noah was also listening in for information.

In the end, he concluded that he indeed needed to accelerate the corruption progress of the young nun.

As for the detailed strategy, it naturally involved further weakening her faith in the church.

The confessional was a very useful tool, and Noah planned to utilize it.

However, it was too late today; even Dean and Horace, after finishing their discussion, went to different rooms to prepare for rest.

At this moment, Noah, who remained alone in the office, glanced at the situation of the young nun.

Oh ho, she was still secretly taking a bath, afraid that the other nuns would see the lewd marks on her abdomen.

Next, he checked on the situation with Princess.

Hmm, nothing much was happening there either; the princess was in her room reading a book, already changed into her pajamas and preparing for bed.

Look, whether they were heroes or villains, everyone was planning to rest, while Noah, the evil god intending to turn the yellow-haired villain into a victim, also felt a bit drowsy.

He stretched lazily in place, looking like he was also planning to get some rest.

However, before that, Noah still had one thing he had to do.

“Alright, now it’s time to punish that believer who came to confess to me during the day, saying he molested a little girl.”

As Noah stretched his arms and stood up, his expression became more spirited.

After all, he hadn’t forgotten about the believer who prayed with him, right?

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PS. Today’s fourth update, to be continued tomorrow!


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