Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

The next morning, Domi got up early, sat in front of the mirror, and let her high ponytail fall down her back.

His gray-white high ponytail is too distinctive and easily compared by those with ulterior motives, so it's better to change his hairstyle for peace of mind.

At this moment, his hair reached his waist, his face was cool yet charming, and his eyes were deep and full of wisdom.

Then, gazing at the women's clothing on the bedsheets, he fell into a long period of contemplation.

A white and brown striped long-sleeved dress with delicate lace trim, paired with white pantyhose and brown calfskin loafers with horsebit buckles, a style that has become increasingly popular in recent years.

To make it look more convincing, one would need to wear women's underwear, but there's practically no chance of appearing in that at a monastery, so an illusion would suffice.

His gaze was fixed on the 'weapons' displayed on the bed.

I felt both resistance and a strange, inexplicable urge...

This should be his first time dressing as a woman, so it's normal to have such thoughts. After all, people will resist dressing as a woman for the first time, but once you have the first time, you will do it countless times. The otaku in the previous life have already practiced this one after another.

I glanced at the clock; registration for today is about to begin.

Unlike formal colleges, monasteries often have a long enrollment period to ensure that there are enough nuns and priests for each year.

Can't wait any longer!

Domi gritted his teeth and quickly put on all the 'weapons'! Now he was an 'arms dealer'!

Hmm... how should I put it? It feels quite strange. The stockings are very tight, and they are warm and close-fitting in the late summer and early autumn season, making me feel very safe. However, because I am wearing a skirt, I can still feel a chill if there is a breeze.

He stood in front of the mirror, swayed his body, and exclaimed sincerely, "I'm so beautiful!"

The area that should have had magnificent breasts was unremarkable, but who would care whether a young girl's breasts were developed or not?

However, just as Domi was lost in his own reverie, his door suddenly opened, and Afu poked half her head and a hand in, holding his breakfast for the day.

"Captain, it's my turn to deliver breakfast today... Oh my God!"

With a thud, breakfast was startled and fell out of Afu's little hand, suffering an unwarranted misfortune.

The two looked at each other, silence filling the Cambridge of this morning…

"Excuse me... are you the captain's older sister?"

Afu clearly didn't recognize that it was Domi.

Domi, who had been panicking, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Since he hadn't been recognized, he might as well play along and activate his voice changer!

"Yes, nice to meet you. But time is of the essence. I'm just here to let you know that Domi is currently carrying out another part of the plan. There's no need to look for him. Just proceed according to the plan and wait for the signal."

"That's all. I have other things to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying the last word, Domi picked up the small leather bag from the table and walked towards the door, taking his breakfast with him.

"You don't need to deliver breakfast to him anymore. I'll deliver it to you today. Goodbye."

Watching Sister Domi leave so decisively, Afu was still in a daze. For some reason, the moment she saw Sister Domi, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, making so loud that she almost couldn't hear what Sister Domi was saying.

After walking a distance from the hotel, Domi glanced back with lingering fear, only relaxing after confirming that no one was following him.

"Thank goodness, I almost got laughed at by Afu... If she knew I was dressed as a woman, she'd probably laugh at me for the rest of her life..."

"But that girl really knows how to time things perfectly. Letting her go like this is too lenient."

In the reception room of the Radiant Convent, Domi, having filled out the form and begun his interview, sat elegantly before three women dressed as nuns with serious expressions. The MAX-level etiquette undoubtedly played a huge role at this moment, as it was applied to Domi regardless of gender, so he could use it even in women's clothing.

Just by looking at Domi's demeanor, the three examiners nodded in approval and gave him full marks in the first category, "etiquette"!

The examiner sitting in the middle was in charge of asking questions. After clearing her throat, she said, "Now, please introduce yourself. Don't be shy, just say whatever comes to mind."

Domi hadn't prepared at all before coming; this was all impromptu. After organizing her thoughts, she parted her lips slightly:

"Good morning/afternoon, three interviewers. My name is Florentis, and I am sixteen years old. I am now old enough to enroll in your esteemed school."

"Before coming here, I served as a 'priest' in an adventurer party called 'Ranged Turret'. During my training, I deeply understood the pressure and noble virtue contained in the four words 'saving lives and healing the wounded'. Therefore, I would always provide meticulous treatment and exorcism for my teammates after they were injured."

"But the good times didn't last long... Of my original five teammates, two have now died. I watched them die right before my eyes, and I was powerless to bring them back to life..."

At this point, Domi specifically recalled Ange's death, so this relationship seemed incredibly sincere to the interviewers, who were even a little moved by it—a feeling of empathy.

"After that, I kept regretting why I couldn't have stronger healing abilities, which would have been enough to pull them back from the brink of death..."

"That's why I resolved to become a more powerful pastor, and that's why I came here."

"I am also a believer in the God of Glory. If I can transform my devout faith into the power to save lives, I think there is nothing more beautiful in the world."

This was no longer a self-introduction, but a speech! An impromptu, tear-jerking, and moving speech!

The three interviewers' pens flew across their hands, writing in succession on 'motives,' 'character,' and 'origins'—'No ill motives,' 'Noble!' 'Adventurer team, normal.'

Later, someone will go to the Adventurers' Guild to verify it, but for now, Domi... no, Sister Florettis is officially enrolled!

The three interviewers stood up, shook hands with him, and hugged him, saying, "God will bless you, child."

"Thank you, thank you for taking me in..."

Domi struggled to squeeze out tears, causing both men and women to fall silent and weep; it was incredibly sentimental.

The interviewers then assigned classes to the successful nuns. Considering that Domi had previously worked as an adventurer, her overall qualities were generally superior to those of ordinary nuns. Furthermore, considering that the overall quality of the class that Jef was in was simply not up to par, Domi was placed in Jef's class, 103.

After leaving the other side of the reception room, a 'senior' dressed in a black and white veiled nun's habit immediately came over to greet me.

"Little sister, I will now take you to the dressing room to get a nun's habit that fits your size."

The two walked side by side along the fragrant paths of the monastery, and the senior student took the opportunity to enthusiastically introduce Domi to everything that new students should know.

"Each nun has two sets of habit for changing and washing. If you run out of one, you can report it to your 'responsible nun'."

"In charge of the nuns?"

When faced with questions from her junior sister Florettis, the senior sister would patiently answer:

"The senior nun is usually an experienced and older nun who manages all sorts of trivial matters in her class. If you have any troubles in life, you can also confide in this reliable senior nun!"

Soon, they arrived at a four-story building that occupied a considerable area. This should be the nuns' dormitory. There was a large "1" on the plaque above the door. Domi thought that this might be their dormitory for first-year students.

The changing room is not far from the entrance.

After giving Domi two sets of nun's habit that fit her figure, the senior student waited patiently outside. Once Domi had changed and come out, it saved him the trouble of casting an illusion spell on her.

Big cities are indeed big cities; their main selling point is wealth and abundance of resources! Even ordinary nuns wear higher-grade silk.

Domi pulled the fabric to her nose and smelled it. The dye seemed to be carefully selected; it wasn't pungent and had a refreshing smell.

In short, it can be summed up in two words—spacious and bright! He was dressed very comfortably.

The only downside is that it doesn't have a slit, but if it did, the style might just be off...

As Domi walked out of the locker room, her senior's eyes lit up, and she immediately showered him with praise:

"My sister looks even better in her nun's habit!"

"Thank you, sister~" he replied sweetly.

Being aloof is just for show for classmates; when it comes to flattering older people, you still have to. This is the conclusion that Domi has come to through life experience.

Saving face doesn't matter, really.

"Hmm...it seems like I'm not going to be involved anymore. The monastery is quite large, so you can explore it yourself when you have time. Oh, by the way, there are no classes during the admissions period, so please enjoy the scenery of the monastery. I have to go and greet the other new students."

"Okay, sister, take care~"

After watching his senior leave, Domi immediately went to find Jef's dormitory, 1-304, the fourth room on the third floor of dormitory building number one, while his own room was actually next door.

Knock on the door, and it opens by itself.

"Excuse me~~"

The dormitory is a two-person room, and there may be other people in it, so Domi can't immediately act like the mistress of Jefel, as that would make the persona she has worked so hard to create seem out of place.

Peeking inside, I found only one person in the dorm; it seemed that Jef's roommate had gone out.

"My lord? Why are you here? And why do you look like this?"

Jefl tilted her head and looked at Domi, her eyes filled with clear stupidity.

Domi breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down opposite Jefel, saying with a hint of reproach, but mostly helplessness:

"I was worried about leaving you here alone, as it might cause the plan to fail, so I disguised myself as a woman and sneaked in to discipline your behavior."

Jefur's tiny hands clenched into small fists, yet they carried a terrifying strength of 35 points: "My lord, please believe me, Jefur can definitely accomplish the goal you set!"

How can someone like her be loved and respected? She should be thankful she's not becoming a marginalized figure!

Domi rolled her eyes at this, "I don't believe you!"

Chapter 151 150 Oscar-winning actress

In the Holy Ifamur Theocracy, religion undoubtedly occupies a major part. Apart from the Papal Palace as the political center, the Radiant Women's Convent and the neighboring St. Latin Convent are the most important bases for training religious talents.

Almost every year, many children of local residents and pilgrims from other places come to study here. The sizable dormitory building is bustling with activity at this time, with busy little nuns cleaning the dormitories, making beds and tidying up their personal belongings.

Domi also went to her own dormitory 1-305 next door and quickly made her bed.

He couldn't be as sloppy as before, otherwise his roommates would become suspicious and things would get really bad.

Just as he was thinking of taking a stroll inside the monastery, a muffled thud came from the corridor outside the door, followed by the sound of many things falling to the ground.

Curious, he stepped out of the room and saw a girl who, exhausted from carrying too much luggage and climbing the stairs, stumbled and fell to the ground, scattering her belongings all over the floor.

Domi immediately looked at room 1-304 next door, but Jefel didn't even bother to come out and check the situation! She didn't even open the door.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness; it seemed the road to discipline was long and arduous...

Under the guidance of divine consciousness, Jefuer ran out and enthusiastically helped the little classmate pack her things as instructed by Domi. Domi deliberately retreated to a distant place, leaving the opportunity for Jefuer.

After a series of operations, the little student was drenched in sweat, while Jefuer, who was working just as hard, seemed completely unharmed.

However, the students saw all the effort she put in and were extremely grateful to Jef and Domi, thanking them repeatedly.

After watching the little classmate leave, Domi began to scold the dazed boy:

"When a classmate encounters difficulties, you should help her promptly and enthusiastically, and make sure you stand out in front of her. That way, she will remember your kindness, understand?"

"Oh~"

The three-day enrollment period passed in the blink of an eye.