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

Chapter 241. The Older Nun, Hurrying Over After Getting News About the Princess

Even though she lost Noah right after leaving the church, Clotilde had no intention of giving up.

She ultimately decided to go to the red-light district’s underground street again.

Before going, she did consider whether or not to change her clothes.

That way it would be easier to hide her movements.

But after hesitating, she decided against it.

Mainly because it wasn’t necessary, maybe wearing her nun’s habit would be better.

After all, it was a place brimming with desires, what if she changed and was mistaken for an employee?

Thirty minutes later, Clotilde appeared in the underground street again.

Unlike the last time two hours ago, when she was a little frantic because Noah had suddenly vanished.

This time she wasn’t sure that Noah would even be here.

So really, it was less about looking for someone, and more about trying her luck.

Maybe it was because it was getting closer to evening, but there were more people on the streets than before.

And some impatient, lecherous customers were already pawing at the girls advertising for their establishments.

Clothilde should have been frowning at the scene, hands clasped in prayer.

But she just calmly accepted it.

Because she noticed that the girls themselves didn’t seem to mind.

And if that was the case, then it wasn’t so unacceptable to her either.

Mainly, when she thought about it, she didn’t have any real right to judge others, her l*st marks acted up way worse than those lecherous old men.

And when the ‘Fairy Hall’ came into view, the place where she had asked the receptionist about Noah’s whereabouts.

Clothilde stopped in her tracks, almost laughing and crying at the same time.

Because the person soliciting customers there was a young employee wearing a modified nun’s habit, with an extreme amount of skin showing.

It wasn’t so much a nun’s habit, but rather a nun-themed s*xy outfit, lacking any seriousness or solemnity, instead constantly teasing the hearts of those who saw it.

While it probably wasn’t made in such a short time, it was likely because of her appearance as a nun that the shop owner realized they could use this style of clothing.

And it seemed to be working pretty well.

Even as she stood there, staring from afar, she saw the girl drag two customers into the shop.

But Clothilde only felt complicated, not yet disgusted.

It seemed she had underestimated people’s desires, even if it was a nun, there would be people who would be aroused by it.

“…Could it be that Mr. Noah also fantasized about me wearing such clothing?”

Somehow, Clothilde suddenly had that thought.

And the l*st marks, sensing her s*xual fantasy, reacted, slowly glowing with a seductive light under the long skirt of the nun’s habit.

“…Here we go again, looks like I’m really about to fall into being a succubus.”

But as Clothilde suddenly stopped fantasizing, a bitter smile appearing as she lowered her head, the light from her l*st marks gradually faded.

Gradually feeling her own fall while conscious, it was truly terrifying to her.

Maybe it was more terrifying than directly losing consciousness, then realizing that she’d already become a succubus.

This fear of the result, was even more terrifying than the result itself.

But even so, she planned to fight to the very end, not to fall simply out of fear.

Of course, there was her own conviction and faith behind that.

But the role of Noah couldn’t be denied either.

She remembered, Noah had said he would observe her as a condition of helping her fight against the l*st mark curse.

If she gave up, then probably Noah’s observation of her would end quickly too.

And then, in the novel he’s writing, to casually throw in a line like, [“…and so it was, that the nun, who was, after all, only human, succumbed to desire, transforming into a succubus”] or something… she just couldn’t take it.

If she had her way, she’d prefer Noah’s novel never saw the light of day.

Even if it’s just to trouble Noah, she couldn’t fall so low, at least not that quickly.

— Hmph, Mr. Noah, don’t you underestimate me, I’m a very troublesome woman too, you know.

With that thought, a smile reappeared on Clotilde’s face.

And not the gentle, loving smile a nun ought to have, but a slightly mischievous chuckle that was more her own.

Snapping her consciousness back to the real world, Clotilde decided to skirt around the front of the fairy brothel.

Even if she didn’t care, actually encountering a signboard girl dressed in nun’s-habit-themed lingerie, well, she’d probably still find it awkward.

Just for both their sakes, it was probably better not to make eye contact.

With that in mind, Clotilde planned to retreat to the intersection she’d just come from, and continue onwards through a different route.

That way, she could perhaps even happen upon Noah, lurking around, secretly watching someone?

“Sister Clotilde, why are you here?”

“Huh?!”

Clotilde hadn’t expected, as she turned back, to come face-to-face with someone else unexpected.

It was a mature woman in a standard nun’s habit, probably around thirty, with a composed aura and fine features, who was staring at Clotilde with a somewhat angry expression.

This older nun was named Hilda, a great senior who’d once looked after her and Sister Belinda, and for Clotilde, was like a kind of half-mentor.

But, but she remembered Hilda being a nun working in the Holy Capital Cathedral?

Why would she come to a place so far from the Holy Capital?

And in *this* kind of place?

“It’s not a ‘huh,’ Sister Clotilde, don’t you intend to explain yourself?”

Hilda made no attempt to hide her accusatory tone, her gaze locked sharply on Clotilde’s eyes.

“…Ah, I’m sorry, Sister Hilda, I just didn’t expect you to be here, that’s all.”

Clotilde realized that if she didn’t explain herself properly, she’d be misunderstood, so she tried to appear normal, hoping to calmly talk to Hilda and try to bluff her way out of this.

After all, Sister Hilda was one of the more conservative nuns, with an even more extreme view of brothels and monsters, so if she didn’t handle things properly, it could go badly.

“I see, you didn’t expect me to find you selling your body here, is that it? Don’t think I don’t know! Sister Clotilde! You’ve lost your virginity and you’re hiding your identity, working as a pros*itute here, aren’t you!?”

“?!”

But before Clotilde could even begin to explain, Hilda’s harsh voice completely shattered her thoughts.

Especially the words, ‘lost your virginity,’ sent a very bad feeling through Clotilde.

H-How did she find out?!

This is really bad!!!