About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Orson was determined not to touch anything alcoholic until the very last moment, so the two decided to go to the monastery's dormitory first.

After the two of them sneaked around as if playing a stealth game, avoiding the sight of most people and arriving at the rest area, the dozens of dormitories on two rows of the corridor suddenly made Orson feel a bit overwhelmed.

"There are so many rooms... My frequency perception is best to avoid any empty spaces in the middle, so I have to conduct a survey in front of each dormitory to avoid missing any."

"Then hurry up. If this place is discovered, there will be nowhere to hide. I will help you pray to our Lord, praying that the nun will not be able to check the dormitory today because she is too drunk."

"I know a priest like you mentioned..."

Exia looked at the endless corridors in front and behind him, and suddenly felt his youth come back. The carefree and unrestrained life on campus and in the monastery, the risk of skipping work and taking a nap in the dormitory, and being dragged in front of everyone and criticized after being discovered...

It seems that it has nothing to do with "sacred" at all.

While Exia was recalling the past, Orson spared no effort to apply frequency perception to each room, for fear that he would accidentally miss the dark room that might contain information about the Sicilian Gang.

"This one is finished, next one——someone is coming" "Someone!"

After exploring the third-to-last room, Orson and Exiah both spoke out warning words, but the current situation was the worst.

In the stairwell in front of the two of them, the nun who was checking the dormitories was slowly moving towards here. If it was the first few dormitories, they could hide in the corner on the other side of the road, but now there was no way to dodge like that.

"What should I do, Orson? Run quickly——"

"Not enough time... follow me!"

Orson summoned the Rest and extended its tentacles to accurately poke the handle and lockhole of the dormitory in front of the two of them. With a slight "click" sound, Orson immediately opened the dormitory door and dragged the Archangel into the bed of an unknown nun without any hesitation.

"...!?"

"Shh...!"

The bed and the quilt formed an extremely narrow space. At this time, Angelica was lying on the bed, and Orson was almost sticking to her. Not only did Orson not use his arms to support his body and create distance between himself and Angelica's skin, but he stuck tightly to her chest, as if he wanted to merge the two into one.

"..."

The Archangel held his breath, not only to avoid the nun outside the door, but also to prevent his almost fading sanity from collapsing again.

The 'righteous man' chosen in his heart was currently in the monastery's dormitory, lying on the same bed with him, with almost every part of their skin pressed tightly against his.

An angel and a demon appeared in Archangel's mind.

"Forget everything you believe in, Archangel! From the very beginning, you've always disliked formalities. Blending with the righteous you love in the closest place to the Holy Lord will surely earn you the Lord's grace and blessing!!"

The 'Devil Angel' urged her in her mind to eat the boy lying on top of her right now.

"Resist the temptation, Archangel! If you're caught messing things up now, you'll gain nothing! After the nun's inspection, you can do whatever you want!"

'Angel Power' urged Power in his mind to hold back and wait until the nuns outside left before devouring the young man.

As for the nun outside the corridor, when she looked through the keyhole at the dormitory where the two were, she immediately noticed the quilt that looked like someone was lying on it, but also seemed to be simply not folded up.

"Dong dong!"

"?"

Just as the nun took out the key to open the door, a strange noise came from the corridor not far away, which immediately attracted the nun's attention. She no longer worried about the quilt in the dormitory, but walked away.

"Huh... Looks like I fooled you. I set up a simple frequency resonance generator at the end of the corridor, and I didn't expect it to actually work... Exia? Are you okay? Um, it was an emergency just now. I'm so, so sorry...!"

After confirming that the sound had disappeared, Orson climbed up from the bed. He felt a little proud as he gently pulled back and forth the black dress nun's uniform that was soaked with sweat.

After noticing the strangeness of Archangel, Orson didn't care about the sweat on his body and immediately nodded to apologize to Archangel.

"Hmm..."

As for Archangel, he slowly got up from the bed, staring at Orson and swallowing his saliva.

—That nun's uniform looks like it could be torn apart with just a little force...

——I should be able to use the clothes hanger beside the bed to block the dormitory door, right?

——Orson’s arm strength doesn’t seem to be very strong, so would it be okay to just press him down on the bed…?

Exia stared at Orson. Due to the side effects of 'Chimera', Exia, who was already losing control of herself, became even more confused because of the experience of "sleeping in the same bed" just now. She looked like she could accompany Mastema at any time and degenerate into a fallen angel.

Just when the Angel was formulating the "Operation Plan to Overthrow Orson" in his mind and was about to implement it -

"Exia! I just detected a faint life frequency, but because the barrier is too thick, I can't tell if it's Lappland. Can you help me analyze it?!"

Orson took out the monastery architectural map again and suddenly discovered something. He immediately looked at the Archangel and showed the map in his hand.

"..."

When his eyes met Orson's, the Archangel, who was about to pounce, regained his composure.

She saw excitement and nervousness in Orson's eyes. This young man was really trying his best to help the girl named Lappland.

And what about me? Now the only person Orsen can rely on is me, but my mind is full of thoughts about how to make this boy my own...

"I'm really... so outrageous."

Exia shook his head with a wry smile and hit his head hard.

"E-E-Angel?"

"It's okay, let me take a look—Well, you're right, this separate little room is indeed strange. I haven't blown up any of them before... I've also studied in many monasteries, but none of them would have a room specifically opened in the basement like this. It's like a cell specifically for holding criminals..."

"..."

Orson and Archangel looked at each other, and then Archangel immediately pressed the special intercom on his ear.

"Can you hear me, Texas?"

【Send me the map, we will gather now】

Texas on the other side of the intercom didn't say anything extra.

"The drainage system and the monastery's back door are both connected to this room. I've heard that the back doors of monasteries are usually abandoned. You and Texas try to enter from that side, and I'll take care of the drainage system route. Is that okay?"

"Received" [understood]

Orson quickly assigned the tasks and the three of them immediately began to act.

The nearest area to the drainage system was in the kitchen, so Orson immediately left the dormitory and headed for the kitchen.

However, when passing by the lobby, something unexpected happened:

"Wait a minute, that nun over there."

"...!"

A slightly low male voice called out to Orson, and Orson felt that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Orson stopped and turned around to smile at the man.

"—Are you the new nun?"

"Yes, I heard that there are odd jobs available at the monastery here, so I came here. What can I do for you?"

"..."

The man did not respond. He just looked at Orson without saying a word, but his gaze was like a black hole, as if it could suck Orson in.

But Orson had experienced things like "fighting with others on the street while wearing a maid outfit" after all. He tried hard not to avoid the gaze, nor did he show any shyness or fear, and just faced the male's gaze.

"Your nun's uniform is a little wrinkled. Please pay attention to your appearance."

After a few seconds or maybe a dozen seconds, the man retracted his suffocating gaze and pointed at the wrinkles on Orson's body left by their previous "making love".

"Eh? Huh? Sorry!"

Orson immediately lowered his head to examine the 'borrowed' nun's uniform and tried to fix the wrinkles.

After seeing the panicked look on the face of the short nun in front of him, the man said nothing more and left the lobby.

After confirming that the other party had no desire to find him to "confess his sins and pet his fur", Orson sighed and prepared to continue his action, but he learned from Texas that Lappland had been found.

Relaxed, Orson stopped thinking about the man and immediately rushed to the gathering point.

However, at this moment, Orson still didn't know what kind of disturbance his meeting today would cause in the future.

That’s right…after today…a new legend began to spread in Longmen.

A legend about a "holy nun from a wealthy Lateran family who uses love and Lungmen coins to help desperate people escape from hell."

69. All the wings are flapping!

"I suggest you kill me quickly, otherwise I will definitely find an opportunity to bite off your funny face with my teeth... Hahaha!"

Sometime earlier, in a basement somewhere—the captured Lappland taunted loudly, but the man standing before her remained unmoved.

"Save your energy. When 'Grandma' arrives at the Dragon Gate, your training will officially begin, and it will be very exhausting."

The man still spoke to Lappland in that low, frightening voice.

"The judgment, fighting ability, resilience, and courage you've demonstrated before all meet the requirements of being a 'Wolf Hunter,' and that's why you still exist—you're a decent fighter, but that's not enough."

"...Ha, I thought you had endless lackeys around you."

Lappland mocked the man in front of him, but the man was like a wall, without any flaws and without any emotional fluctuations.

"I need a more powerful chess piece."

"To satisfy your ambition to annex all of Syracuse?"

"For the upcoming battle."

The man finally looked Lappland in the eye for a moment, but the emotion he revealed was one of pity for the ignorant.

"Don't even think about it, idiot. You won't be able to catch that Texas guy so easily."

"Texas? No, that lost dog was one of my reasons for coming here, but she was never my target. I used all sorts of methods, whether it was slaughtering all the families of Syracuse, forming alliances, or bribing them—only after I gained control of all the families of Syracuse did I simply obtain a ticket to 'join the war.'"

"……what are you saying?"

Lappland stared at the man, completely unable to understand what he was saying.

"The world is sinking, Lone Wolf. But the buried gods of the kingdoms and city-states are awakening. This isn't a game of fighting between gangs over tobacco and wine taxes. I must prepare for the survival of my family."

"Sunk... Has your brain lost its composure from smoking cigars?"

Lappland questioned the man loudly, but he ended the conversation on his own and turned to leave the small, dark room.

Boom!

Following the heavy bang of the door, deathly silence instantly enveloped Lappland.

...So, this is my end? A mindless killing weapon, unable to decide even the manner of my own death?

It's quite fitting for a guy like me.

Lappland, who was completely swallowed by the darkness, let out a faint laugh, as if she was laughing at herself, and as if she was laughing at the man who was talking nonsense.

When I was not yet 'Lappland the Executioner', I chose to live regardless of the threat of death.

However, this time, Laplande did not try to resist because she knew very well that her death would not affect the safety of Texas.

Beside her, there seemed to be a short but extremely reassuring knight.

"Ha... Damn, this is the first time I've ever been so envious of you, Texas."

Lapland was originally in a coma and was forcibly awakened. She was extremely weak and her consciousness slowly dissipated again.

The next time I regain consciousness, that ridiculous guy named Lappland will probably have disappeared from the world, right?

Lappland thought so and fell into a coma again. However, when she woke up again, she was not greeted by the 'Wolf Grandmother' who was there to destroy and transform her mind and body, but by -

Clang! !

The sounds of two metals colliding and cutting made Lappland open his eyes again from the darkness.

"Lapland!"

A familiar voice... Is that Texas?

The cry of her friend made Lappland's brain work again. She focused her vision with difficulty and finally saw the lone wolf she wanted to protect, who had fallen into hell with her.

"Idiot...get out of here-"

"Who on earth is the idiot? Why didn't you tell me this in advance?"

Texas yelled at Lappland, and as far as Lappland could remember, this was the first time Texas had shown such obvious concern for him.