NOVEL NEXT chapter 229
Chapter 229. No Worldly Desires? That’s Really Kind Of…(6)
Now that they had barged into his room, the Marquis, his face filled with sorrow, had no choice but to explain his situation.
He confessed that he had somehow lost his s*x drive two or three days ago, and nothing seemed to work.
This was unacceptable for anyone, let alone a Marquis.
He had been avoiding going out for days because he couldn’t accept it, and he’d been trying everything to restore his s*x drive.
His being interrupted naturally stemmed from being disturbed during his self-administered therapy of fantasizing, hence his anger.
But now, Marquis Nelson was actually thankful that it was just a delusion, not that he had physically restored his spirit.
Otherwise, that would truly be a social death.
If the rumor spread that the dignified Marquis did nothing but indulge in masturbation, he truly didn’t know how he could go on living.
“Um, um…”
After hearing Marquis Nelson’s current situation, Clotilde’s mood was unusually complex.
She wasn’t so depraved as to say that losing one’s s*x drive was a good thing, that one less troublesome thing would make one a role model for the faithful.
Even though she was driven to distraction by the l*st mark and had done many things unbecoming a nun, Clotilde had to admit that it was indeed pleasurable.
So what she wanted was for the l*st mark to disappear and for her to return to her normal self, not to directly lose her s*x drive like Nelson.
But now she was vexed by her forced heat, while Marquis Nelson was agitated because he couldn’t get aroused.
In a way, they were kindred spirits in suffering.
Noah, on the other hand, ignored her and continued to press Nelson about information he already knew.
That is, what caused Nelson to lose his s*x drive.
At first, Nelson was still hesitant, not wanting to reveal the truth, but in the end, he succumbed to Clotilde’s forceful attitude.
After all, the nun still felt that this matter was related to the succubus.
She thought that since succubi could force people into heat, then taking away one’s s*x drive should also be possible, so she still needed to take care of this matter.
Overwhelmed by Clotilde’s aura, Nelson finally had no choice but to explain the situation.
He had encountered a strange little girl in a room on the first floor of his own mansion, and for some unknown reason, he was overcome and violated her.
When he woke up, he was already like this.
Upon hearing this, Doreen’s image immediately flashed in Clotilde’s mind.
Her first reaction to a little girl succubus was Doreen, whom she had killed before.
However, the time didn’t match up, and after asking Nelson about the other party’s hair color and confirming it didn’t match either, Clotilde abandoned this guess.
“…I understand, in any case, Marquis Nelson, please wait here for our good news, we’ll go check out that room right now.”
The Goddess Church was very tolerant of human crimes, and besides, Clotilde thought that the person Nelson had forcibly violated was a succubus, so she didn’t intend to pursue the matter.
She just calmed down the frightened Nelson and then, along with Noah, planned to go to that room to look for clues.
Since the butler had to stay with Nelson, another maid was assigned to lead the two of them.
Being the main residence of a Marquis, this building was very large, meant only for the use of the Marquis and his wife and children. The area it occupied was almost as large as the Water Capital Cathedral.
It took ten minutes just to walk from Nelson’s personal room to the room on the first floor where the incident had occurred.
“According to the Master’s instructions, you two are free to enter any room, as long as you don’t overdo it, he will permit it. So, please feel free to help yourselves~”
After leading them nearby, the cheerful maid bowed to them and then turned around, returning to her original post.
She didn’t even glance back at the two of them.
This made Noah, standing nearby, burst into laughter:
“Ha! Look at you, Sister, scaring the Marquis Nelson like that! Usually, they wouldn’t let just any two outsiders into the house, would they?”
—I’m not! I didn’t! Don’t talk nonsense!
Though she really wanted to say that, Clotilde, just as she was about to retort, remembered how she had indeed seemed rather intimidating earlier. So, she just parted her moist, delicate lips and didn’t say a word.
The thought of such an important figure like the Marquis looking so pathetic because of the incubus issue stirred a desire to scold him from within. Especially with the matter involving an incubus.
Even if she hadn’t said anything, her gaze and aura back then were definitely quite frightening, weren’t they?
Having her inner thoughts completely exposed by Noah, Clotilde had no choice but to slowly close her mouth.
But she felt quite annoyed at being laughed at by Noah, so Clotilde simply reached up and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
While revealing an ear as finely sculpted as jade, she looked at Noah’s face and said calmly:
“That sort of thing hardly matters, isn’t it more important to investigate right now?”
Since she couldn’t refute him, Clotilde decided to pretend she didn’t care and move on, putting on an act that fit her current disguise to gloss over the issue.
As she finished speaking, she deliberately walked past Noah, her shapely legs encased in black silk stockings and a figure-hugging skirt, making a move towards the room while stepping on red-soled black heels.
That figure from behind felt completely different from the impression she usually gave in her nun’s habit.
That ‘selfish’ reaction of simply dismissing something that had struck a nerve felt more human than the ‘selfless’ reaction of guilt and remorse.
And that was exactly what Noah wanted her to experience.
So, Noah didn’t continue to tease her, but followed close behind and went into the room where a side-quest would be triggered in the original story.
The instant Noah, who was following behind, stepped into the room, a massive magic circle appeared on the door behind him.
“!?”
Seeing this, Clotilde quickly grabbed Noah’s arm, who seemed unaware of what had happened behind him, and pulled him away from the suspicious magic circle to stand closer to her.
“Oh, this is quite the curious experience. The windows over there are sealed by magic circles too.”
Noah didn’t complain about Clotilde’s rather rough handling, instead, he stated with a look of excitement words that made Clotilde’s expression turn even more grim.
She looked back and saw that there were indeed identical magic circles on each of the room’s windows.
This was troublesome, she and Noah might be trapped here.
“Hmm? It’s not that complicated, is it? Just like breaking the magic circle on the lock earlier, can’t you just break the magic circle using your proud sacred-gun bullets, Sister?”
Facing this bizarre situation, Noah deliberately spoke to Clotilde in a leisurely voice, making an amateurish comment.
“…That’s useless. Brute force only works when there is a huge difference in levels, this seal is very high level, just shooting at it will only waste magic power. I mean, Mr. Noah, are you really unaware of this or pretending? This kind of thing should be common sense, shouldn’t it? Has no one ever taught you?”
The white-haired nun with a strand of pink-tinted hair in her bangs showed a vaguely speechless expression on her face.
Why did she feel like Noah was deliberately trying to make her angry?
Was she just being paranoid?