ALL NOVEL chapter 191
Chapter 191.
Noah: Miss Nun, who did you say you were going to assist?
Clotilde had been ready to battle on her own.
But upon hearing Noah mention that he would also be active in the Water City recently, she immediately felt a different kind of reassurance.
Because it was true that Noah belonged to the church here, but she didn’t actually get to see him very often throughout the day.
Just yesterday, she hadn’t seen a trace of Noah all day long.
When she didn’t think Noah could help her, he suddenly told her he could lend a hand.
This made Clotilde feel much more at ease.
She even found it hard to believe that Noah would actually be willing to help her, which was why she inadvertently showed a look of surprise.
“What’s wrong, Miss Nun? Did I say something strange?”
Noah actually knew why Clotilde was looking at him with such surprise, but he still pretended not to know and asked back.
Of course, he wore a clearly mischievous smile on his face.
“N-no, it’s just that you suddenly looked very much like a priest for a moment, and it surprised me.”
Realizing that she had seemingly revealed a hint of expectation and reassurance, Clotilde quickly placed her hand over her mouth and coughed a few times to cover her embarrassment.
But her slightly flushed face had already betrayed her, showing that she felt awkward about her own slip-up.
“What do you mean I looked like a priest? As you can see, I am a genuine priest, alright?”
Noah was not pleased to hear that; in terms of holiness, he shouldn’t be lacking, right?
What? Is the holiness of an evil god not considered holiness?
“…But you’ve never really done anything that a proper priest would do, have you? I guess I’ll just assist you from the sidelines.”
Don’t be fooled by Clotilde’s attitude of a top student taking care of a failing one; deep down, she was actually quite happy.
Although she disliked Noah’s style, he was the only one who understood her situation and could offer help.
“Oh? Assisting me? Miss Nun, you really know how to flatter. So, what exactly do you plan to do?”
Noticing Clotilde trying to hide her shyness and joy, the male lead from Asasi would surely blush and smile, pretending not to see it.
But the rough and boorish Noah chose to wear a wicked grin and pressed her on what exactly she could help with.
“Well, of course, it’s about keeping my attire neat. As a priest, I must always maintain a good image to provide reassurance to the faithful. Dressing carelessly is absolutely out of the question.”
The nun, secretly pleased with herself, did not notice the malicious smile on Noah’s face.
She slightly raised a finger, as if she were a top student answering a teacher’s question, and seriously provided the standard answer.
“For example, Father Noah, you…”
But just as she instinctively thought that Noah would surely not dress properly and planned to point that out while helping him tidy up his outfit, she suddenly realized that Noah’s priestly attire was very standard, with no flaws to criticize.
This left her previously smug expression frozen in place.
“For example, what? Sister Clotilde.”
Noah’s usual way of addressing Clotilde as “Sister” was clearly teasing.
But when he formally referred to her as “Sister Clotilde,” it was evident that he had entered what one might call a ‘work’ mode.
However, using a formal title in such a context only served to tease her further.
In fact, after Noah addressed her this way, Sister Clotilde felt even more embarrassed.
“Ahem… N-no, it’s nothing. Your appearance is very much up to standard, but, but just having a proper appearance isn’t enough. As a priest, you must listen to the troubles of your parishioners. It’s not acceptable to casually chat with someone like you did last time.”
To salvage her earlier slip, Sister Clotilde pretended to be indifferent, trying to maintain a serious expression.
She raised a second finger, reminding Noah that, aside from appearance, work capability was also very important.
“Father Noah, Sister Clotilde, there’s a parishioner outside who wishes to confess. Could one of you please help guide this poor soul who has accidentally sinned?”
Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, revealing a parishioner intending to use the confessional.
Upon hearing this, Clotilde’s eyes brightened noticeably; it was the perfect opportunity for Noah to see what it meant to help a parishioner in a proper manner.
But before she could speak, she heard Noah say to the nun at the door:
“I got it, let me handle it.”
“!?”
Clotilde quickly turned to Noah, clearly unable to believe that he dared to take on this responsibility.
“Alright, Sister Clotilde, I’m going to the listening room to await the forgiveness of the parishioner’s sins. You make sure to properly lead that gentleman into the confessional.”
Noah, however, was unconcerned with Clotilde’s astonishment; he waved his hand and walked toward the confessional’s listening room.
His confidence left Clotilde speechless.
Fine, she would wait outside the room after leading the parishioner in.
She was curious to see if Noah could make the heavy-hearted parishioner look a little better.
“Eh? Sister Clotilde? C-could it be you?”
When a middle-aged man with a heavy expression walked into the room, he was immediately startled by Clotilde, who was waiting at the door to receive him.
Because if it was Clotilde, he simply couldn’t bring himself to confess his sins.
“You’ve got the wrong person. Please proceed to the first confessional on your left; there’s a certain Father waiting for you in the room across from you.”
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Clotilde, adopting a professional demeanor, chuckled softly and shook her head slightly, then gestured with her entire palm towards a certain direction, indicating for the man to enter.
The man let out a sigh of relief; after all, if it was the priest speaking, there would be no problem. He knew all the priests here, and as soon as he heard their voice, he would know whether to continue confessing. After all, this matter of his was not something he could confess casually.
After watching the man enter the room opposite Noah, Clotilde left with a complicated heart.
She always had a bad premonition—that Noah would succeed in making the other person’s expression lighten.
This was certainly a good thing for the believer, but it made her feel as if she had lost to Noah, which was somewhat hard for her to accept.
At that moment, the young nun was still unaware that her selfishness had already surpassed her faith, and the very existence of such selfish thoughts indicated that she had begun to fall.
About ten minutes later, it was proven that Clotilde’s premonition was correct.
When the middle-aged man, whose face was full of worry, walked out, his expression was noticeably much brighter. He even took the time to thank her before humming a little tune as he left.
Even Clotilde was seeing such a stark contrast for the first time.
How strange! Mr. Noah’s skills are too impressive! Just listening and forgiving couldn’t possibly achieve this; he must have said something!
“How was it, Sister? I suppose you have a different opinion of me now.”
Before Clotilde could ask, Noah, who had come out of the room a moment later, looked at her with a cheerful smile.
“…Uh, I, I see now. It’s not that I’m here to assist you, but rather that I should ask for your help! By the way, how did you do it? That believer was unusually cheerful.”
Clotilde finally realized that Noah’s work in the church was no less effective than her own.
Thus, she very reluctantly changed her previously proud attitude and became humble.
Yet she still couldn’t understand how Noah had managed to get that person to confess to such an extent.
“Oh, that’s because I can understand his feelings, of course.”
“…”
Noah’s completely standard response left Clotilde utterly defeated.
She had wanted to take the opportunity to show off in front of Noah, but instead, it was Noah who had showcased himself before her…
Though she now felt that this development was quite good after all.
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PS. Here’s the second update for today; the third one will be after 2 AM. Readers, you should get some sleep and check back tomorrow.
(Recently, updates have been getting later because of the heat; I can’t concentrate and keep thinking about slacking off. Once I adjust, I must bring the updates back to a reasonable time, alright!)
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