âNo, sheâs not my friend because I havenât paid her yet, but sheâs a guest of my grandfatherâs.â
âOh, is that so?
ââŠNn.â
Are you sure you were working in the right place?
âSister-san?â
âYes, I am, arenât I? I have been a member of this church since I was a child.â
Since you were a little girl? Then, as a woman, what do you think of the orphanage?
That orphanageâŠ
âDid you see it? It must have been a wonderful place. I am from an orphanage myself, and the Archbishop was very kind to me. Now that I am an adult, I am serving guests from the outside, I am sure you could be the Archbishopâs favorite as well.â
ââŠâ
Apparently, the occupation was not wrong.
Growing up with the Archbishopâs love as a child, and then as an adult, being in the business of giving love to outside customers â perhaps the nobility? It sounded like a very reasonable system, that was, if you were fooling yourself.
Well, it was better than being thrown out and ending up in a much worse situation when you grew up, wasnât it?
ââŠâ
At that moment, I heard footsteps approaching me from the hallway, and after thinking about what to do, I decided to pretend to be asleep.
A few seconds after I pretended to sleep, there was a faint knocking sound and the parlour door gently opened.
âOh, well, I see youâve had a good nightâs sleep. This canât be good.â
I thinly open my eyes and see that old archbishop.
He looked at me and Maia, then smirked at Maia, who was more relaxed than I, who was curled up in a ball.
âHmmm, itâs hard to miss eating a fruit when itâs ready to eat, so shall we have this one first? Itâs okay. They wonât remember anything when they wake up.â
As he said this, the archbishop extended his hand beneath Maiaâs feet.
I see, so it was not a kidnapping, but an intended one-time mischief.
âSetup [Saint Cloche] all.â
Equipped with Saint Cloche, the saintâs armor, a pure white armored china dress, instantly, I interrupted him by swinging my staff that resembled a huge war hammer between them.
âWhat! Who are you? How did you get into this holy church?â
ââŠYou donât need to know.â
I transformed right in front of him, but he was so focused on Maia that he couldnât recognize that me and Carol were the same person.
âYou dare to interrupt my holy ritual, you treacherous, God-fearing infidel! Look at you, you are still an immature young girl! With my love⊠Gufu!â
ââŠâ
I lightly nudge him with the handle of the war hammer, and the archbishop rolls away.
âKoh, to do this to me, gofuh!â
After being lightly hit with the war hammer again, the archbishop rolled on the carpet. It would seem that the purging was perfect as there was no sign of the guards coming even after all this.
âKi, you, gyaa!â
ââŠâ
âMy love, gufu.â
ââŠâ
âS, Sto, Stop, Gyaaa.â
ââŠâ
I was so uncomfortable that I beat him several times in silence. He was, after all, an archbishop, and so he nipped at my feet as he collapsed with fortitude.
âHit, hit me more. My GoddessâŠâ
ââŠâ
âŠDid I hit him a little too hard?
Apparently because I was wearing Saint Cloche, the archbishop misidentified me as a goddess or an incarnation of one, and I was able to obtain powerful connections and the Book of the Inner Sanctum without incident.