Chapter 344: Battlefield

Thursday, watch nuns.

Friday, watch nuns.

Saturday, watch nuns.

Muen, oh Muen, you must not sink this low. Even if you’ve already decided not to take part in this ceremony, you should keep working hard instead of drowning in this different kind of uniform fetish!

Sunday, watch nuns at the Holy Communion service held in the church. The choir nuns are insanely pretty, and every one of them is wearing black stockings—so good to look at, hehe...

“Such a pity.”

Amid the hymns praising the Goddess, a soft sigh came from beside him:

“The Church’s nun habit is made too conservative. The hem is too long—you can only see the calves.”

“You don’t understand anything!”

While Muen was appreciating the nu... appreciating the hymn through the crowd, he shot back decisively, “It’s exactly that sacred feeling of being bathed in holy light, that conservative sense of wanting to peek but being unable to, that makes it even more desirable to admire!”

“True. If everyone were showing off those white, tender thighs, how would that be any different from common gaudy sluts?”

That voice agreed:

“But it’s an even bigger pity they’re all in uniform. Otherwise, I’d prefer white stockings.”

“White stockings are heresy! That’s something only little kids and lolis suit—what’s so good about that!” Muen slapped his thigh and rebuked in fury.

“Black stockings are the heresy! That stuff that covers up a beautiful girl’s true beauty should’ve been tossed into the trash heap of ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the era long ago...” the other voice refused to back down.

“Heresy!”

“You’re the heretic!”

“Burning at the stake, absolutely burning at the stake!”

“The White Stockings Church will hang you in the square!”

“Heh... speaking of which, isn’t it really bad for you to be slacking off here instead of doing your proper job at a time like this? Former acting headmaster, now Saint Maria Academy’s representative, Lord Pink Bear?”

Muen turned his head to look at the Pink Bear that had somehow appeared and been sneaking along the whole way, his eyes burning with a fire that looked ready to reduce heresy to ashes.

“Hmph, of course I have my reasons for being here. You think everyone’s as idle as you, kid? After all this time not seeing you, it turns out you’ve been hiding at the Church every day to stare at nuns’ thighs?”

Pink Bear folded his arms, wearing a cold sneer like someone who absolutely refuses to breathe the same air as a heretic.

The two glared hard at each other; only, before they had time to launch a holy war to decide the ownership of this faith, a helpless voice cut in.

“You two—saying that in public like this, is that really okay?”

Fanny pressed her fingers to her forehead in a headache, standing at the edge of the crowd. Under everyone’s strange looks she very much wanted to pretend she didn’t know these two.

“Hello, Senior Fanny.”

Muen immediately switched faces and greeted gently; that standard aristocratic smile nearly blinded the Pink Bear’s dog eyes, and at the same time made some of the girls nearby gasp things like “So handsome,” “I really want to wear black stockings for him to look at.”

As for some of Muen’s risky remarks just now, under the face ranked at the top among humans, they were probably selectively forgotten.

“Tsk...”

Pink Bear clicked his tongue, feeling utter despair at this face-worshiping world.

“Long time no see, everyone.”

Muen also waved at the Academy companions behind Fanny—Vicki, Aaron, Marshall, and the rest.

“It really has been several days. You clearly arrived safely in the Holy Capital, yet didn’t come see us. I thought you’d forgotten us,” Senior Fanny said, looking aggrieved.

“Uh...”

Muen’s expression stiffened. He scratched his head and laughed awkwardly:

“Sorry. I was planning to meet up with you right away, but suddenly there were some matters to handle in the Church, so I kept putting it off until now.”

“Alright, alright, we know Junior Muen is an extraordinary busy man. We weren’t blaming you—it was a joke.”

Senior Fanny gave a playful smile, then said:

“I heard you went through something incredible earlier. Is it true?”

“Incredible?”

“The Calamity.”

Senior Fanny glanced around, lowered her voice, and said:

“The Calamity’s awakening is already the headline on every kind of newspaper and has almost overshadowed this time’s Holy Ablution Ceremony. They didn’t mention you, junior, but we saw with our own eyes that you were teleported into that forest. According to the former acting headmaster Pink Bear, you and Liya seemed to have run into it.”

“The Calamity just passed by. If I really had to face it head-on, I wouldn’t have enough lives.”

Muen showed a wry smile.

That despair when confronting the Calamity still left him with lingering fear.

No matter how you put it, his impotent rage back then doesn’t count as “facing it head-on.”

At most it could be called an ant’s death throes.

There’s nothing worth bragging about.

“But you saw it, right?”

Vicki, the daughter of the Grand Chamber of Commerce, suddenly leaned in, face full of excitement:

“What does that Calamity look like? Does it look the same as the dragon in that teleportation? They say it’s covered all over with gold and jewels—is that true? Did you ask it for an autograph? A Calamity’s autograph would definitely fetch a good price!”

“Vicki!”

Fanny scolded as she pushed away her best friend who’d been obsessed with money since childhood, then apologized to Muen:

“Don’t mind her. But anyway, to run into the legendary Calamity and still return intact—Junior Muen really is always beyond expectations.”

“I already said it was just luck.”

Muen lightly brushed the matter aside and instead asked:

“Let’s not talk about that. By the way, Senior Fanny, what are you all doing here?”

He looked at them in puzzlement.

Vicki, Marshall, and the others he didn’t know well—fine—but Senior Fanny didn’t seem like a devout believer of the Goddess who would specifically come to attend the Goddess’s Holy Communion service.

As for the Pink Bear beside him... even less likely. The only thing that could attract him might be a busty loli in white stockings.

“You don’t know?”

Hearing Muen’s question, Senior Fanny instead looked surprised.

“Know what?”

Muen blinked.

“This isn’t an ordinary Holy Communion service at all.”

Senior Fanny pointed around them:

“The people invited this time are all candidates qualified to participate in the ceremony!”

“What—”

Muen froze.

Then his gaze swept around at speed.

Once his eyes actively filtered out those eye-catching choir nuns, sure enough, the atmosphere of this service that seemed full of ritual and sanctity became entirely different.

Those young participants looked nothing like believers come to worship the Goddess, and their attention was not on the hymns praising the Goddess at all.

Each one held their head high, bearing carried with dignity, revealing confidence in their bones—yet like beasts in the jungle, they watched the peers beside them with vigilance.

They each held goblets filled with the Holy Blood (grape wine), smiling and chatting with one another—yet as if gripping blades, they probed one another with the sharp edge.

This place had long since become a battlefield. Everyone had already sharpened their weapons and begun a bloodless brawl.

Only a certain salted fish who had no intention of taking part in the ceremony and was just here to look at nuns’ thighs failed to notice entirely.

“Isn’t that fine too.”

Muen happily rubbed his chin:

“From a spectator’s point of view, the more thrilling the program, the happier I should be, no?”