Chapter 131

EP.131 The Revealed Truth (5)

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry… For showing such ungrateful remarks after receiving help…”

After enduring a long time, the Sister finally stopped crying and apologized to me, looking utterly ashamed.

Sure, my heart felt like it had been punctured by dozens of blows, but if we were to determine who was the victim here, it was clearly her.

I reluctantly swallowed the admonishment I had to accept and replied in a soft tone.

“No, don’t worry about it. Rather, I should be the one saying I’m sorry…”

I almost blurted out a ‘Thank you!’

Because the experience the Sister gave me was truly precious and beautiful.

From this day forward, no matter what adversity I faced, the mere thought of the Sister’s holy softness nestled in my hands reassured me that I could easily overcome anything that came my way.

Amen.

“See, Bigtim? I told you it was a misunderstanding.”

“Uh-huh…”

Even though all doubts were cleared, Bigtim’s suspicious gaze towards me lingered for a while longer.

A tearful, half-dressed woman. A lightly clad man being criticized by the woman.

Add to that the confined space, and it’s no wonder Bigtim looked at me with that bewildered expression.

Yet, Bigtim, who knew better than anyone that I would never force myself on a woman, eventually believed my words.

“By the way, where have you been that now you’re just coming back? Didn’t you say you’d just take a quick look around?”

“……”

“Um? You were erasing the Sister’s bloodstains in the corridor, just in case of any potential intruders? Hmm, I guess that’s understandable.”

“……”

There was no trace of the straightforward sister I’d seen moments before. Instead, she displayed this thoughtfulness and meticulousness that was completely unexpected.

It was like sending the mindless Inquisition back without so much as a word.

At my mild admiration, Bigtim quietly nodded in agreement.

“Um, if you don’t mind me asking, how exactly have you been communicating…?”

Suddenly, the Sister, who had been gazing at me and Bigtim as if mesmerized, whispered her question in my ear.

I found myself tilting my head at her seemingly unrelated inquiry, but after thinking it through, it made sense.

People with no prior knowledge of Bigtim often misunderstood that he had no communication skills whatsoever.

Of course, it was undeniable that Bigtim was somewhat reserved and awkward compared to other young men, but once a certain level of rapport was established, he was actually quite talkative.

Even now, if I watched closely, he was continually expressing his thoughts in a voice just shy of a gentle breeze.

– Uncle. Whatever happened today, don’t tell your sister. If you do, that person might die.

That’s what Bigtim was saying right now.

Now that I think about it, it actually took quite a while for me to be able to communicate smoothly with Bigtim.

Yet here I was, having already achieved that ability without even realizing it, making it hard to pinpoint exactly when it happened.

“Sister, well, it’s…”

Just then, as I was about to briefly teach the Sister how to communicate with Bigtim, he anxiously grabbed my shoulder and spoke up again.

“……”

“Huh…? Is that really true…?”

“Yes? Did you say something just now…? I, I didn’t hear anything, no, nothing at all…?”

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Beltein was currently experiencing a level of chaos she had never encountered in her life.

The root cause was complex.

Just the fact that a priest had discovered a hint of her secret was dizzying enough.

Without even giving her a moment to breathe, a series of unexpected events had left her with no time to think.

The man said that the materials needed to achieve her secret were sitting right on her office desk.

That was impossible.

Beltein had kept those materials securely stored in a secret safe, far from others’ reach.

If he had searched the office thoroughly, it might be understandable, but casually discovering something sitting on a desk was simply ridiculous.

Someone had to be behind this.

But who that someone was remained a mystery.

It wasn’t the Inquisitors.

If the Inquisition had already discovered her crimes, the documents would have been disposed of long before the man entered her office, and by now, Beltein’s head would likely be hanging in the town square.

It was clear that the suggestion of using an Inquisitor, rather than the paladins—the executioners of the holy deeds meant to suppress the saint’s holy power—proved that not all of her plans had been revealed.

However, there was no doubt that part of her plan had been leaked.

The individual who had uncovered her scheme, and the one who leaked that information to the Inquisition, were certainly interconnected, Beltein speculated, piecing together the hidden facts.

However, the most prominent thought occupying Beltein’s mind was not that.

‘He… touched me…’

This was not the time to be indulging in such fruitless thoughts.

She understood that the man acted out of desperation to save her.

Yet, the shocking sensations engraved in her body were not something she could dismiss with rational thought.

She had never even engaged in self-stimulation, something the nuns at the monastery did unconsciously.

Her well-cultivated body, untouched by such pleasures, was far too vulnerable to such bold advances.

Perhaps it was even a bit amusing to her.

Since learning one thing would trigger a response of ten, it was usual for her.

Her overconfidence in having completely understood sexual knowledge theoretically could very well have led to this failure.

It was maddening.

Just closing her eyes conjured images that mercilessly distorted her already chaotic mind.

Her body, tracing elegant curves, was entirely different from the robust and firm physique in her memory.

Feeling the sweaty musk that was somehow rich yet unoffensive.

Her arms, thick with prominent veins.

The distinctive Adam’s apple jutting out.

The deep voice brushing against her ears.

Even giving it her all, resisting with every ounce of strength, was utterly useless against that overwhelming force.

All these elements made this a miserable ordeal for a girl who had never even held hands with a man.

Beltein felt fiercely how absurd her proposal of surrendering herself in exchange for staying with the saint had been.

At the same time, she couldn’t stop the thoughts of what would have happened if he had continued with such base desires.

Now having declared her intention to become his possession, it would be utterly futile to resist by crying and whining later.

A nameless emotion surged from her lower abdomen.

She hastily categorized that emotion as terror, Beltein’s rushed judgment settling in her mind.

Every time she bathed, her hands would constantly wander to her body.

Unnecessarily drawing attention from others, feeling uncomfortable in any position, and when she jumped or went down the stairs, her body undulating provocatively unless she held onto it.

That infuriating flesh, now being recklessly manipulated by the man as if to showcase its true purposes, drew forth tears she couldn’t even remember the last time she shed.

What a disgrace this was.

Had there not been the mission to return her brother to his original state, it would have been completely understandable to throw herself out the window right then and there.

She vowed to make up for the horrible failures of today in the not-so-distant future.

At that very moment, Beltein unconsciously wandered in thought.

“Sister, I think we need to move to a less populated area now. Can you stand on your own?”

“……What?”

The man who tightly gripped Beltein’s shoulders leaned in with a serious expression, bringing his face close to hers.

Hic!

The cute little hiccup that slipped past her tightly closed lips echoed softly in the quiet room.