NOVEL NEXT chapter 228
Chapter 228. The Not-Quite-Nun Miss is Very Assertive
Clotilde was furious, but decided to hold it in for now.
Because, regardless, it was obviously a problem that Marquis Neilson had not left his room in two days.
Although she had heard that the Marquis himself was still eating the food the butler left at his door, so it wasn’t a life-threatening situation.
But this couldn’t continue, she had to take care of it while it was still early.
No matter how you looked at it, this was within the scope of her work as a battle nun.
It was just that, apparently, the Marquis himself had some past grudge against the Church.
So, even before this incident, he hated clergy and would absolutely not allow any of them to appear at his home.
That was why Noah had her come disguised.
She still couldn’t reveal her identity as a nun.
As for her current fabricated identity, it seemed she was registered as a ‘colleague’ of Noah’s in the Scholar’s Association.
Therefore, the Marquis’s estate staff still respected her, even though she wasn’t actually the young master’s private tutor.
“…But I still have a question, Mr. Noah, why does the Marquis’s wife think you have the ability to resolve this situation? And more importantly, how did you know about what was happening at the Marquis’s manor?”
On the way to the Marquis’s room, Clotilde finally asked the question she wanted answered most.
– Heh, that’s because I ‘observed’ it using the evil god’s powers, of course.
Noah couldn’t possibly say that, so he simply smirked with an ambiguous smile and replied with a mysterious tone:
“Who knows? Just go with whatever you were thinking.”
At these words, Clotilde’s face immediately stiffened.
Could it be that Noah really knew about the Marquis’s family matters because he was having an affair with the Marchioness?
No, no way. Even if Noah seems to attract mature women, he shouldn’t be messing around with a 40-year-old noblewoman, right?
D-Does it mean it’s not just the Marchioness, but the young daughter as well!?
H-How utterly shameless!
Even though Noah hadn’t said a word, the Sister’s mind was already conjuring up images of Noah with a woman on each arm, enjoying a mother-daughter double whammy.
Just thinking about it made the Sister’s eyes look like they did when a student she’d painstakingly taught only scored a 20 on an exam.
This wasn’t just ordinary anger.
Of course, Noah had been secretly observing the Sister’s expression and could roughly guess what she was thinking.
But so what? He wasn’t trying to get her to like him. Isn’t it better if she misunderstands?
Anyway, until they arrived at Marquis Nelson’s private room, the pair of Noah and Clotilde didn’t look like they were on very friendly terms.
This made the maid, who was leading them, not dare to say a single word the entire way.
Just looking at the atmosphere between the two of them, she was worried enough to have a stomach ache, alright?
So the maid brought the two to the room’s door, reported to the butler who was waiting there, and then immediately ran off.
Leaving the butler staring, dumbfounded, at Clotilde, who was clearly radiating even *more* of an aura than when they’d first met.
What was going on? What exactly was this serious-looking lady so angry about?
Because he felt like he’d be cursed if he asked, the butler could only pretend he didn’t see anything. He then turned to demonstrate for Noah and the other, knocking on the door of the room.
“Master, Mr. Noah, who we spoke about earlier, and his colleague have arrived. Would you not like to see them?”
Clotilde had heard from Noah that even though the Marquis hated clergymen, he was very fond of those in literary professions.
Under normal circumstances, the Marquis would at least open the door to see the two of them.
But instead, the butler’s knocking and question went unanswered, as if they’d sunk into the ocean.
Just as Clotilde was about to ask if the Marquis had perhaps fallen asleep…
A middle-aged man’s extremely impatient voice came from within the room.
“I don’t want to see them! Tell them to leave my manor! I don’t want to see anyone right now! Don’t let anyone bother me!”
It was a voice full of roughness and anger, completely unlike the refined and easy-going Marquis Nelson that Clotilde had heard about.
If he had changed so dramatically because he was seduced by the allure of an incubus, it was entirely possible.
Clotilde had seen people with similar symptoms before.
“Master…”
Appearing worried about his master’s reaction, the butler showed a complicated expression.
“Don’t worry, leave it to us.”
At this moment, Noah just patted the butler on the shoulder and told him to move a little further away from the door.
“Um, um, but Mr. Noah, what exactly do you plan to do? It seems the Master won’t listen to a word anyone says right now.”
Though the somewhat bewildered butler had yielded his position following Noah’s rank-based suggestion, he still worried if this young pair, who seemed both experienced and knowledgeable, could actually persuade his master.
“Persuade? No, no, no, there’s no need for persuasion in this situation.”
As he finished speaking, a nasty smile that unsettled the butler spread across Noah’s face.
“Eh? Mr. Noah, do you mean…?”
Before the butler could finish, a gunshot rang out.
Without any prior discussion with Noah, Clothilde, knowing exactly what she needed to do, drew her holy gun and blasted the door lock.
“…Excuse the intrusion, Marquis Nelson, though it may be discourteous, please let us have a chat.”
“That’s about it, sorry old man, we’re forcing our way in.”
Then, under the watchful gaze of the butler’s wide, disbelieving eyes, Clothilde and Noah, as if they were used to doing this sort of thing, just pushed open the shattered door and walked inside.
The door lock to the Marquis’s private room was protected by a special magic array that made normal attacks useless. Unfortunately for the lock, Clothilde’s holy gun was anything but normal.
She struck a strong, dominant pose, adjusting her black-rimmed glasses as she surveyed the room.
“Y-You people!?”
The Marquis, clearly caught off guard while lying in bed in his pajamas, looked at the two complete strangers in utter shock.
He hadn’t expected anyone to dare break into his private chambers.
“Alright, then, your Excellency, tell us what kind of trouble you’ve run into. Whether it’s an incubus or succubus, or a problem caused by one, Mr. Noah here and I have the knowledge to help you solve it!”
Although Clothilde was no longer dressed like a nun, and her tone wasn’t like a nun’s, her core style was still that of one.
The pressure she exerted on the Marquis at that moment was greater than even when he was meeting the king.
Overwhelmed by Clothilde’s aura, which screamed, ‘No matter what, I’m going to destroy that damned incubus/succubus today!’, the disheveled Marquis looked like a chastised child as he pitifully said:
“Sigh, if only it *was* an incubus/succubus, my current problem might actually be solved by one.”
“What are you saying, your Excellency? How could it possibly only be solvable by an incubus/succubus… Ah…”
Clothilde, who had been about to object, suddenly realized the one possibility, and froze completely.