ALL NOVEL chapter 17
17. I’m really not a good person
Clotilde, the female protagonist of another erotic RPG, belonged to a certain church as a battle nun. Like Valentina, the selling point of the game was its H content and RPG elements, and upon defeat, CGs would be collected.
At the beginning of the game, she was marked with lewd sigils by a lustful demon on her abdomen, leading to a loss of self if she didn’t resolve her urges periodically. Not only did her attributes plummet, making her susceptible to defeat from a mere touch, but she would also actively seduce any man she encountered in the city to ‘feed’ on them, making her a tragic protagonist.
Though he had no interest in defeat play, Noah had completed the game because Clotilde’s character—a nun with a sultry body—aligned with his preferences.
The best ending of the game had Clotilde destroying the heretics hidden within the church, but she had to bear the curse of the lewd sigils for life, leaving the church branded as a fallen nun.
In this best ending, Clotilde personally killed the man and the monsters who toyed with her fate, which Noah could somewhat accept.
He had originally planned to tuck Clotilde’s story away in a corner of his memory, but unexpectedly, one day he found himself face-to-face with a 3D, living Clotilde.
While it was quite a poignant moment, the problem was, this didn’t seem right.
Didn’t Noah remember that Clotilde’s country was a different kingdom?
Why was she appearing in Valentina’s story?
Had the little erotic game done a crossover?
Faced with the protagonist of another work suddenly appearing before him, Noah rarely showed a look of astonishment.
But he quickly realized that now was not the time to dwell on that, as she had just blasted open the door to Marlow’s office with magic and was now aiming her weapon directly at him, the only one in the room.
He figured he was likely to be mistaken for Marlow’s substitute and attacked by Clotilde.
“I’m sorry, I thought the person in this room was definitely the leader of the organization. I truly apologize for barging in so rudely.”
However, Clotilde’s next action was to lower her weapon and put away the grimoire, bowing her head to Noah like an ordinary nun, her humble demeanor momentarily causing Noah to glance around the surroundings.
After confirming he was not in a church but in an underground hideout of a crime syndicate, Noah, intrigued, retorted:
“It’s fine; after all, the owner of this room is about to die, so he won’t have any complaints. But why do you think I’m not the leader of the organization, nun? Don’t let my youth fool you; I might just be the mastermind behind it all!”
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After speaking, Noah deliberately revealed a villainous grin, laughing in a way that was utterly sinister, making it clear he was no good guy.
Noah’s abrupt display of facial expressions indeed left Clotilde momentarily stunned, but she quickly responded in a friendly tone:
“Sir, you really know how to joke. I sense no malice from you. Even if you are the leader of this organization, I suspect your thoughts and actions differ completely from those of the others. Moreover, one cannot become the leader without compromising with such a group.”
Clotilde was nothing like the violent figure she had portrayed earlier; instead, she smiled with the demeanor of a restrained and serene nun. Her smile even had a calming effect, fully embodying the essence of a nun.
While being trusted is a good thing, Noah wanted to say that he was indeed the villain here. The lack of malice she sensed was probably because he wasn’t the antagonist in Clotilde’s story.
If Valentina were here, she would undoubtedly call him a detestable evil god.
“…What a carefree nun you are! Alright, I admit it; my goal is to destroy this organization. I even came here to negotiate with the second-in-command, but it seems that’s over now.”
Noah wasn’t lying; he had originally planned to have someone eliminate the Rage Group, but not Clotilde—he intended for Princess Valentina to take action herself.
Now, Valentina wouldn’t need to destroy the base after defeating Marlow; she could go straight to confront Prince Mori behind the scenes.
“No, not yet. In fact, I rushed in here from the shortest distance possible. The others in the base are probably cursing and rushing over here right now.”
Watching Noah, who shrugged slightly in disappointment, the nun slowly shook her head, indicating that the matter was far from over; rather, it had just begun.
Perhaps to validate Clotilde’s words, a flurry of heavy footsteps soon echoed down the corridor. Within half a minute, seven or eight burly men charged in from the side corridors.
At this moment, Clotilde, already inside the room, had her back to Noah, reestablishing a combat stance as if waiting for the others to come for judgment. The battle nun Clotilde readied her firearm and grimoire.
“She’s here!”
“Kill her! Tear her clothes apart! Let this little girl know what kind of people she’s messed with!”
The members of the Rage Group, already riled up from their home being attacked, looked fierce and menacing, eagerly eyeing the nun who was cornered.
“Wait, there’s a guy too. Is he a companion?”
Noticing an unfamiliar male behind Clotilde, one of them expressed confusion about Noah’s presence.
“Doesn’t matter! Let’s take him down too! I’m into that!”
Before Noah could speak, a burly man shouted excitedly and crudely.
“…”
Noah looked at the thug with a gaze that seemed to say he was looking at a fool, as the man leered at him with a vulgar stare.
He couldn’t understand why there were such people in male-oriented adult content; he looked like a perfectly standard adult male, with no hint of femininity whatsoever.
“Don’t worry, sir, I will protect your virtue.”
Blocking the thug’s lewd gaze was Clotilde, who stretched out her arm holding the grimoire, placing herself between Noah and the thug.
She stood there as if protecting a defenseless girl, shielding Noah deep within the room, her beautiful face adorned with a confident smile.
“Ha! You really dare to say that! Brothers, let’s go!”
Her arrogant demeanor naturally incited the members of the Rage Group, who charged directly at Clotilde.
Then, as expected, they were met with a warm welcome of bullets and Clotilde’s magic.
It was a battle with no suspense; Clotilde, whose output was evidently higher than Valentina’s, quickly dispatched all the thugs without much effort.
Even as more thugs arrived afterward, Cloetir maintained a hint of composure on her face, even when she felt pity for their impending demise.
“…I see, she hasn’t encountered a succubus yet.”
It was her calm demeanor that made Noah, who was watching from the back, understand her state.
Cloetir had not yet been deceived by a succubus to bear the mark of lust; otherwise, she wouldn’t appear so composed.
So the question arose: should Noah step in to help Cloetir, who would also be terribly deceived by others?
Or perhaps… should he simply let her learn a lesson?
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