About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Orson's confusion was not answered. Mostima slowly squatted in front of Orson, stretched out her indigo tongue from her mouth, pressed it against the nun's uniform on her lower abdomen, and used her saliva to stick the thin silk nun's uniform to Orson's abdomen.

“Hmm…!? Don’t do that…!”

"What an interesting voice, Miss Jeanne—forget the test for oripathy, now it's the final 'test'—can you, who are considered 'holy' by others, resist the temptation of depravity?"

Mastema's tongue slid across Orson's cheek, and then she revealed a devilish smile.

20. The Saint saves the world, and Aneng is ecstatic

"Ms. Mostima...?"

In the small confessional, Orson, who was wearing a thin black nun's uniform, sounded panicked and confused. In front of him was Mostima, a blue-haired fallen angel with Sarkaz horns and tail and a devilish smile.

"Haha, how adorable! This confusion, yet the inability to change it, and the inability to use dialogue to alleviate fear... Then why are you so flustered, 'Miss Nun,' who's become so famous in Lateran lately?"

Mostima licked her lips, then smiled and placed her white-gloved hand on the 'little nun's' cheek. The cold gloves and slightly warm skin created a significant temperature difference, causing Orson to shudder instinctively.

"It's hot... because you... suddenly tied me up..."

Orson endured the itchy feeling on his cheek, but at the same time he didn't dare to meet Mastema's pupils with his gaze.

Mostima's sudden intrusion almost made the 'little nun's heart jump out of her chest, and the more serious problem was that Orson now had no idea what identity he should use to face Mostima who suddenly appeared in front of him. Did the other party realize that the 'nun' in front of him was actually Orson?

But then again... no matter what identity I use, this situation is not good now!

Orson finally realized the blind spot of the problem. No matter whether he was 'Orson' or 'Joan of Arc' in the eyes of Archangel, he could not relax in this situation with his hands tied up and the whole person trapped in a small and sealed confessional.

"You're so flustered when you're suddenly tied up? You seem quite different from the 'calm and detached' saint lady everyone says you are."

Mostima smiled. Orson still didn't know whether the other party knew his true identity. This fallen angel had always had an expression as if he saw through everything but didn't say it out loud. This "sense of unknown" made the "little nun" very shy and embarrassed.

"Excuse me...where is the doctor who was in charge of the physical examination? Normally, someone else should be in charge of the physical examination, right?"

Orson decided to try not to be tied down by Mastema's pace, and he took the initiative to ask Mastema questions.

"That doctor? Haha, you should forget about that doctor you've never met. I just found some excuse to get him out of here."

"casual……"

Mostima spoke in an extremely natural tone. She always used words with ease and described her actions in the form of "narration". Although it sounded incredible, as long as it came from her mouth, it might not be so difficult to understand.

"That kid Aneng is really... well, he's still so reckless. Do you know, 'Sister Miss', if I don't send that old man away, what will happen next?"

The name of Archangel suddenly appeared in Mostima's mouth, which made Jeanne curious and turned her attention back to the fallen angel.

"What... happened?"

The 'Little Nun' blinked, not understanding what Mastema said.

"The answer is simple. Do you think a physical examination is just drawing a bottle of blood, listening to the heart rate, and then finding time to swap the blood sample to get away with it—"

"Alas……!?"

Orson's whole body jumped as if struck by electricity because Mostima poked his side lightly with her finger.

"Haha, it's much more sensitive than I thought, Sister. Continuing with the previous topic, there's one essential step in the physical examination, and that's..."

"Wait, wait, there—"

Orson became even more panicked. He twisted his body to try to avoid Mostima's gloved hand, but the other party's palm wandered to the hem of the nun's uniform, bypassed the thin layer of black veil, and slowly moved towards Orson's lower body.

"What's going on 'there', Sister? As a 'Saint' who easily passed the first four tests and performed a miracle that is almost impossible to replicate, don't you even know that [during a physical examination, outer clothing is removed to check for Originium crystals on the body]?"

“I, I haven’t heard of it… wooooo!!?”

"Oh my...? What's going on? I think I touched something incredible. What do you think—Orson?"

The white gloves finally reached the place between Orson's legs that had to be protected. The cool and slippery touch was transmitted directly to Orson's mind through his underwear.

Of course, Orson no longer had the energy to feel the touch that could make people accidentally call out. The moment Mostima said "Orson" - his own name - in this posture, steam finally burst out of his head because of excessive shame. Because of the self-protection mechanism, he slumped in a daze on the chair in the confessional, with his eyes staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, did the prank go too far? But you can't blame me. This is the first time I've seen such a funny Orson, haha."

Realizing that she seemed to have gone too far in teasing Orson, Mostima stuck out her indigo tongue, slowly pulled her hand out from under her nun's uniform, and flicked Orson's forehead.

"Hmm! Um, I... I have a reason...!"

Orson turned his head away and tried to defend himself weakly, trying to stop Mostima from thinking of him as a 'pure pervert who likes to dress like a woman, and a nun in particular'.

"Is that so? Orson, I thought you were one of those young boys with strange quirks. This is such a shame."

"It's not a pity at all... Anyway, why are you here, Miss Mastema?"

Orson suppressed the shame that was about to burst out, twisting his waist left and right, trying to make the nun's uniform that Mostima had just lifted up cover his legs again.

"I want to ask you the same question, Orson. Why are you and the Archangel in Lateran, and why are you making such a big fuss? Almost half of the citizens of Lateran are talking about you now, and from the rumors, it seems like you'll soon become the next bishop. Congratulations~"

Mostima said this while clapping. From the expression on her face, it was impossible to tell whether she was just fantasizing or genuinely wishing Orson to become the 'Saint' of Lateran in less than a week.

"I never thought it would become like this..."

Orsen's cheeks were still hot enough to fry an egg on. This feeling of shame was like relatives coming to visit during the Chinese New Year, and four generations of the family opened the door to find you in the bedroom, wearing women's clothes and generating self-expression.

"Don't worry, Orson. You don't look weird at all. You look cute, okay?"

“Even if I say that, I won’t feel very happy…”

"You're so cute right now, super cute... Ahhh, so cute that I want to tear you apart, ravage you, and destroy you..."

"Mastema...?"

Orson, still in a state of social despair, suddenly noticed that Mastema in front of him seemed a little off. Mastema gently opened his mouth, bit the index finger of his right glove with his teeth, bit off the white glove, and threw it aside.

"Mastema, there's something wrong with you... Ugh!"

Orson originally wanted to break free from the cross chains, but Mostima just hooked his fingers lightly, and the force of the wrist restraint became even stronger, directly tying Orson completely to the chair in the confessional.

"What's wrong, Orson?"

Mostima smiled and sat between Orson's legs, while gently placing her fingertips on his abdomen, which was still wet due to saliva.

"Your condition... is like being—Ouch!!"

A sharp pain interrupted Orson's words. Mostima's nails tore open the nun's uniform and also cut a shallow wound on Orson's abdomen.

Scarlet liquid flowed out of the wound and slowly spread to the fingertips of Mastema. The fallen angel gently raised his finger and put the blood into his mouth.

"[Chimera Blood]... Hehe, this terrifying delicacy, this intoxicating desire, is this why you attract me, attract everyone, and make everyone obsessed? No, that's not right. Your physique is just an inducement. The reason I'm extremely interested in you is because of you, Orson—"

"Mastema..."

Orson was sweating profusely as he looked at Mostima, who was tasting his blood and was even more "excited" than usual.

It wasn't because she was suddenly 'attacked', the wound was not deep, and the rusty liquid had been absorbed by the dark nun's uniform.

The reason why Orson panicked was because Mostima at this moment was in the same state as before when he pressed himself to the ground and pulled the dog.

Thinking of the experience between him and Lappland that seemed too outrageous now, Orson's cheeks, which had finally cooled down a little, became hot again.

However, this time, before he could cool down, Mostima suddenly moved his cheek closer.

"Thinking of someone else, Orson? In this small confessional, with only us two, you're thinking of someone else? This is really... making me a little angry."

Mostima showed a wicked smile, and at the same time she leaned forward slightly, pressing her chest tightly against Orson.

"Wait a minute...Mastema...Your current state is abnormal-"

"What is normal and what is abnormal? I am a Fallen Angel, Orson. And you are a young Chimera. What do you consider 'normal' between us?"

Mostima said with a smile, while gently placing her hands on Orson's shoulders, and the frequency of rubbing her legs became more and more obvious.

"I don't know, but..."

Mostima's evil aura continued to erode Orson, and her words made Orson not know how to respond.

But even so, Orson still did not choose to "accept". If he chose to "accept" now, it would be an "insult" to Mostima without mercy.

——Rest...Hmm?

Orson was about to summon the Rest to forcibly break the cross chains that were wrapped around his hands, but before that, Mostima stopped in advance, and the evil smile on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a purer smile, as if a prank had succeeded.

"Let me plunge you into the abyss—just kidding."

Mostima smiled without any defense, and this overly "innocent" expression made Orson a little confused for a moment.

"Don't worry, Orson. You once said that you hate relationships without any foundation, right? So I won't do anything to you, not until I get your approval."

Mostima snapped her fingers, and the cross necklace that had been wrapped around Orson's wrist came untied.

"You're still as gentle as ever, Orson. Hasn't anyone ever told you that sometimes being a little tough isn't such a bad thing?"

Mostima tidied up her religious attire and Orson's nun's uniform while asking Orson questions.

"Be tougher..."

When Orson heard this word, his mind flashed back to Miss Black Snake, who had become a little strange towards him since that day, as well as Tallulah, who had become much more "docile" afterwards, and Texas Lapland.

"I...well, I'll try my best. So, Mastema, why are you here?"

Orson shook his head and threw the messy things aside. Although Orson was scared by the fallen angel's attack just now, the good thing was that at least now Orson was no longer so shy that he couldn't speak about being "discovered in women's clothing".

"Why are you here? I've told you before, Orson, that I'm the Keeper of Lock and Key, and now I believe you have the ability to unlock your sealed past."

Mastema said with a smile, throwing a seemingly insignificant small key to Orson.

"Return to the place of your birth. There lies the origin and beginning of Orson. But remember, the moment you decide to open this seal, you will completely lose the option of 'ending.'"

"The place where I was born... could it be the North—"

Orson was about to ask something when the panicked voice of Archangel suddenly came from outside the confessional.

"Oh... Jeanne! I just contacted the doctor and he's not here at all! What's going on with you right now—how, how, how could this happen, Mastema?! Why are you here... and what are you two doing!!"

Exiah happened to see Mostima riding on Orson and combing his hair in a very intimate manner, and she shouted in panic.

"Hmm? Long time no see, Aneng~ As for what I'm doing, hehe... a [physical examination], of course~?"

After noticing the arrival of Angelica, Mostima put on her previous smile full of O hints, and even licked Orson's neck gently with her tongue while responding.

"What on earth are you checking?!"

Exiah directly enters overload mode.

【Physical Examination】Passed.

At this point, "Miss Joan of Arc", who was known as "the rich Saint Sister Lateran Adoulou of Longmen", officially obtained the qualifications and rights of a regular nun.

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In the lobby of the Langdon Monastery, dozens of nuns and clergymen silently surrounded the room. In the center of the venue was a "nun" kneeling on the ground with her eyes slightly closed. In front of "her" stood a woman wearing complicated and solemn clothes, holding a scripture in her hand.

This is the process of swearing in a nun from being a "visitor" to becoming a real "attendant". Generally speaking, this process is not uncommon, and there will not be many people watching. In most cases, it is just a formality.

However, today was different. Not only the nuns from the Langdon Monastery, but even many prominent figures in the Lateran religion came quietly to a corner of the monastery and watched the declaration ceremony at this moment.

The reason is very simple. This is not just an ordinary "assessment result announcement meeting", but also a miracle that belongs only to Lateran.

——That calm yet knowing expression... She deserves to be called a saint.

——Those seemingly slender arms were able to accurately allow the guardian gun to hit the bull's eye... Could it be that she was really blessed by the God of War?

——I really want to rub...

——What should the fan club be called? No, no, no, before that, will Miss Jeanne and Kong Xian continue to be together?

The onlookers had their own thoughts, but all their attention was focused on the "little nun".

As for the Sister Nun who had just accomplished a feat that shocked most of Lateran, and whose expression was as calm as water, what she was thinking at this moment was...

Why are there so many people here...?! And everyone's looking at me, what kind of weird, embarrassing game is this...! I really want to find a place to hide, help me, Exia, Kong Xian...!

——But in my mind I cried for help.

"Then, please raise your head, Sister Jeanne. You are now a member of the Langdon Abbey. The Abbey will accept the contract you offer, and the previous contract with Heckler Company will be replaced."

"Thank you for your help, Dean."

Joan of Arc nodded slightly. Because the nun's uniform that Angelus had brought before was scratched by Mostima, the nun's uniform that Orson was wearing at this time was obtained from Mostima. The faint fragrance on her body also made Joan of Arc even more uneasy.

"You helped us—your arrival brought us closer to the so-called height of the Lord. It was as if you were not a nun, but a saint who came to the Lateran."

"Please don't say that... Besides, I have something I want to tell you, Dean."

This heartfelt flattery immediately made Miss Jeanne's face heat up again, but she still gritted her teeth to endure the shame, while looking up at the dean.

“Although I have become a nun at the Langdon Monastery,…I will not stay here.”