ALL NOVEL chapter 196
Chapter 196.
Noah: Old man, you’re right; it really doesn’t seem like it (25)
After casually finding a place to have dinner near the Water City, night had fallen.
Noah glanced at the time: 6:57 PM, close to 7.
The nightlife in this world isn’t particularly vibrant; aside from brothels and casinos, there are basically no places to go at night.
And whichever it is, it’s both costly and harmful to one’s health. In any case, aside from wealthy nobles, merchants, and some adventurers, ordinary people were already preparing to rest.
As clergy who had to get up early to welcome the faithful, they rose even earlier than most.
However, as a special nun, Clotilde naturally didn’t have to follow the rules. Even if she wandered outside until 1 or 2 AM, no one would blame her for sleeping in until noon the next day.
In the original story, this was to enhance her freedom, but in the game world, it was simply a privilege.
That said, since there was nothing to do today, Clotilde decided to go to bed early.
If possible, it would be even better to ask Bishop Horace to answer her questions before sleeping.
To prevent her from following him, Noah accompanied her back to the Water City Cathedral and pretended to prepare for rest, planning to use a magic array monitor to observe her conversation with Bishop Horace.
However, unexpectedly, Horace had to leave for the largest church on the other side of the Water City shortly after they departed.
Thus, Clotilde had to abandon her original plan and, instead, accepted an invitation from other nuns to join them in the clergy-only bathhouse within the cathedral.
But remembering that she couldn’t bathe with others, lest her indecent tattoos be exposed, Clotilde quickly excused herself, saying she still had work to finish.
She then returned to her room to rest alone, planning to wait until the other nuns finished before going in by herself.
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As he watched the other young nuns laughing and chatting while changing out of their black habits, revealing their various styles of lingerie underneath, Noah quietly gave up observing in the office.
Noah’s evaluation was simple: this was a world of little yellow oil, where even ordinary nuns had decent figures and sexy lingerie.
Perhaps this could also explain why heresy emerged within the Church.
After all, with such attractive figures, it was only natural to stimulate one’s own desires and those of others, and the possibility of being corrupted was also present.
Not everyone had an iron will.
But understanding was one thing, and Noah didn’t condone it.
Since the Goddess’s teachings emphasized abstinence and self-control, breaking those rules was breaking them, and it was better to simply resign from their position or switch to a more open-minded religion.
Why pretend to be innocent and deceive oneself?
Praying to the Goddess during the day and repenting at night, only to indulge in desires again the next day, and then repenting once more.
It was fortunate that Noah didn’t have any followers; if his followers were like this, Noah wouldn’t know how to feel.
Horace not staying at the cathedral had not only disrupted Clotilde’s plans but also affected Noah.
However, the difference between the two was that Clotilde would choose to wait, waiting for Horace to return and have time to talk.
While Noah chose to directly go to another church to see what Horace was doing.
Was there really some urgent work that needed to be handled at this late hour?
Or was he doing something shady?
Noah would find out soon enough.
“…Hmph, if the Goddess really existed, I’d love to see her expression now.”
A few minutes later, Noah saw Horace, who was on a “business trip” in the same city, at another church.
However, he might have come at the wrong time, as Horace was in the midst of a passionate battle with a ravishing white-haired woman.
The woman was dressed as a nun, looking like a staff member of this church.
The old man was quite vigorous despite his age.
Noah could only sigh that this world of little yellow oil was indeed unbelievable.
Actually, Noah wanted to leave, because although the white-haired woman’s figure was stunning, it was something that could be found in a brothel.
If he was interested, why not spend some money himself instead of watching Horace’s live AV show?
However, just as Noah was about to leave, he heard a name that he couldn’t ignore.
“Oh oh oh! How’s it going! Sister Clotilde! Bishop, I’m so impressive, right!”
—Sister Clotilde?
The moment Noah heard this name, he didn’t frown, but instead, a mocking smile spread across his face.
That was because he knew it wasn’t the real Sister Clotilde, although her figure might be similar; her face was completely different.
Upon closer inspection, the roots of her hair could be seen, revealing hints of other colors.
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In other words, this is COSPLAY.
That old Horace, he actually called other nuns to COS Miss Nun.
Truly a deep love.
And also truly pitiful.
“Yes! Lord Horace is amazing—!”
When that nun, whose voice was completely unrecognizable, let out a joyful sound, the old man’s expression didn’t turn proud; instead, it revealed anger.
“No! The real nun Clotilde would never respond like that! Although she will one day, she certainly won’t now! Her faith in the goddess is extremely devout, you know! You worthless fool, focus on playing the role of nun Clotilde!”
“Yes! I-I’m sorry! Lord Horace—!”
Because it was merely COSPLAY, when this nun acted out of character, it immediately triggered Horace’s fury, making it far more intense than before.
Any ordinary woman would surely find it unbearable.
But this nun was no ordinary person; she had a bit of an M side.
Instead, she became even more immersed in her desires.
However, because her indulgence in desire made her even less like Clotilde, it only served to infuriate Horace further, making him more aggressive, while her M temperament reached its peak, plunging her deeper into a vicious cycle.
“Ha, indeed, the COSPLAY doesn’t resemble it at all; after all, Miss Nun would glare at people with a strong expression, yet her actions wouldn’t stop.”
Watching this farcical and clownish scene from the side, Noah couldn’t help but smirk and share his thoughts.
Fortunately, Noah was currently undetectable, and his voice couldn’t be heard.
Otherwise, upon hearing this, Horace would surely feel as if struck by lightning, utterly undone.
It was just too pitiful, which made Noah find it amusing, so he inadvertently watched a little longer.
Yes.
Just as Horace was seething with embarrassment and anger over the nun’s complete lack of resemblance in her COSPLAY.
Noah, the malevolent god now managing the desires of the COSPLAY subject herself, quietly wore a wicked smile from the sidelines.
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