What a huge building!
This was my first time stepping foot inside the Divine Church. If it weren't for the accusations that I was linked to the Revolutionaries, I wouldn't have even considered coming here.
The place buzzed with activity—people moving in and out, some carrying flowers, gifts, and all sorts of offerings for the church... or rather, for the Priestess.
I entered as well, and just as I'd hoped, hot nuns were strolling about in black-and-white long dresses.
Something inside me screamed: I should corrupt their innocence!
But I saved that thought for later and walked up to one of them.
"Hey," I greeted.
"How may I serve you in Vireth's light?" she responded, extending a hand for a handshake.
I took it. Extremely soft. It was clear she spent all her time at church, reading scriptures, never worrying about hunting monsters in dungeons or training hard.
Honestly, she was like a broiler chicken—soft and tender.
"I just need whoever is in charge to confirm that I don't have any demon power. I'm under suspicion, you know."
"Oh, right. I'm sorry, but the only one who can assist you is the High Priestess, and she's currently in a meeting," she said in a sweet, nun-like voice.
"Alright, no worries. I'll wait. I'm not in a rush."
That was a lie. I was definitely in a rush. The GM knew exactly where I'd gone, and I only had a minute left before the Sexdusa effect wore off. If it happened before I saw the High Priestess, I was doomed. She'd kill me for how l made her horny all of a sudden... and probably kill me a second time for the demon suspicions.
"Since you'll be waiting, would you like to join us in prayer? It's always good to thank the Goddess for her divine kindness," the nun suggested, handing me a white garment that covered the head and shoulders.
I groaned. Divine kindness, my ass.
"No, I'll just... stroll around outside. I'll be back."
I quickly walked away, found a seat outside, and inhaled the fresh air—finally free from the murmurs of their prayers to their biased goddess.
But my peace didn't last long.
A sinister aura filled the air. Murderous intent.
And it felt familiar.
I looked up.
Liloth Alvado and Mrs. Lawson.
Both armed. Their weapons shimmered under the sun, too far to tell if they were swords or axes, but one thing was clear—they were sharp as hell.
Dammit! I bolted back inside, heading straight for the nun.
"Uh, ma'am. About praying... I think I'm ready," I said hastily, rubbing the back of my neck.
She looked surprised but gave me a warm smile. "Of course, you're welcome anytime."
She handed me the garment again, and I snatched it, putting it on as fast as possible before kneeling among the praying believers.
I kept my mouth shut. There was no way in hell I was praying to their goddess.
Minutes later, the murderous intent grew stronger. I didn't need to be a prophet to know those beasts had entered the building.
"Guildmaster and Madam Principal. It's nice to see you. How may I serve you in Vireth's light?" I heard the nun greet them.
I kept my head down, gripping my garment tightly, making sure not a single detail about me was visible.
"We're looking for a troublesome little brat," Liloth said harshly. "He's a devil, so I'm sure you sensed him enter the church!"
Gosh... she must really be pissed.
"A devil boy?" The nun sounded confused. "Urgh... we haven't sensed anyone with malice today."
I was just about to sigh in relief when—
"But I did see a pretty weird and suspicious boy not long ago," she added.
Dammit! Was I really that suspicious?!
"You don't say."
I was sure she pointed in my direction.
The GM and Principal smirked and approached. Luckily, we were packed in tight rows, and thanks to my garment, they wouldn't spot me easily...
Or at least, that's what I thought until—
"Believers! If you truly have faith in Vireth and don't want to die—take off your garments right now! Or die by my sword!" Liloth's voice rang out.
Panic erupted.
In an instant, everyone threw off their garments and stood up.
I was left kneeling. The only one still covered.
Liloth grinned as she strolled toward me, deliberately dragging her sword across the floor, the metal scraping against the stone—each step amplifying the fear pounding in my chest.
"Hey... are you the devil brat who put me under that weird spell earlier?" she asked.
I gulped and stayed silent.
"Hey! ANSWER ME!"
Now she was practically yelling.
The other believers bolted out of the church. Total chaos.
My heart raced—my life hanging by a thread. I couldn't use Sexdusa again. The skill had a 24-hour cooldown. My other skills? Completely useless.
Milf Detector and Appraisal.
Yeah. Useless.
I had one option and that was to fight back.
But wouldn't that just put me in deeper shit?!
Even if they confirmed I wasn't with the Revolutionaries, they wouldn't spare me after what I'd done to the GM. I really shouldn't have put her through that embarrassing phase of crazy desires.
"You don't want to talk, huh?" Liloth scoffed. "Guess I'll just have to see for myself!"
She grabbed my shoulder and yanked me down with her gorilla strength, the pain surging through my joints.
My garment slipped off as l came face to face with her wicked grin.
"So it is you, brat!" she sneered. "You're so gonna pay for what you did, you disgusting demon!"
Her sword rose high, sharp as a razor.
I barely had a second to react before it came crashing down.
Tbc