Chapter 1230: with translation of chapter title

NO．134：Eersula: The regent prince ordering me to jail must have his reasons.

The demon realm district cathedral has 666 clerical positions set up, but the number of helpers is unlimited.

Helpers don't get the clergy uniforms issued by the cathedral, nor are they restricted in attire by the cathedral, so quite a few employees work in everyday clothes.

"You're talking about my clothes? These are my old spoils of war~"

The demon nun waved the hand she had covering her mouth; this gesture, which should have been rather matronly, gave the three girls an especially subtle feeling due to her youthful, beautiful appearance, and her following words carried an especially strong presence, making people instantly overlook her earlier gesture:

"Back then my temper was much worse than now—I was hot-headed and loved to fight, I enjoyed going up against those Puritans…… ah, I should say the Blessed Gospel class, enjoying opposing them; we each had our wins and losses, and occasionally we'd snatch some spoils from each other."

"Um… clothes?" Xi felt something was off.

But the other party merely gave a subtle smile.

"This isn't really suitable to talk about with people of peaceful years, but if I must say, clothes would probably be the category of spoils you can most accept; the rest you'd have to see in medical class."

Now that's correct.

Although the implication is a bit 18G, this does match everyone's image of the conflict between demons and clergy.

But then, is this demon lady unexpectedly strong?

Miss Xi, who loves sculpting monsters, subconsciously headed toward the beast-fighting arena, while Eersula, who had been staying in the area for a while, asked:

"The Bo De district?"

Depending on the answer, she would redefine Mr. Linton's background and consider how to report back to the chairperson.

As a result, the other party threw out a region she wasn't very familiar with: "It's the Blessed Gospel class over in Hongying District."

"But after calculating the time, it should be several dozen generations ago, so this clothing style is a bit old; indeed, it's somewhat out of date."

That's for sure—a plain long robe nun's habit that doesn't show the figure at all is undoubtedly quite fundamentalist.

But even such a robe can show some curves—what kind of expert are you…… Miss Xi and Ms. Chelenenina each think their figures are fine, but since arriving in the demon realm district, they seem to have constantly been surrounded by some kind of power inflation.

Besides, these two are affected by their boyfriends' troubles, leading to inertial thinking and short‑term daydreaming, but Mei Pu Bourbon hesitated slightly and said:

"Let me try asking—Master, when you were little… did you always hear stories like this?"

As the only girl among the women present who has a close relationship with her family, Bourbon, while watching the nun recount past events, first wondered whether the nun would say these things to her childhood trainer.

Although somewhat inappropriate, she has indeed listened since childhood to her father, a trainer, recount the technical difficulties encountered while training horse girls.

At that time she didn't think there was any problem, but only after studying did she learn from others that her father was actually quite special.

But now, from this gentle, tranquil nun, Bourbon feels a strong sense of déjà vu that she herself cannot understand.

Fortunately, even though the déjà vu is so strong, the other party is more self‑aware than my father: "Back then I never even told little Aomo about it, but perhaps he knows?"

The nun said, raising her hand to reveal a faint blue magic circle, from which she pulled out a rather old model smart device: "That child doesn't like to ask questions; whenever he has a problem, he habitually keeps it to himself until he finds an answer—although his method is crude and his behavior a bit clumsy, it does indeed sometimes leave us unable to figure him out."

"Unable to figure him out?" Chelenenina asked.

"Not being able to figure out just how many little secrets he knows about the people around him."

She said, while summoning a plant hammock lifted by stone gargoyles, she lifted her phone to show the girls a photo on the screen: it was of an exceptionally pink and cute little boy, whose gaze alone became especially wary when facing the camera.

"Cute, right? This feeling of a little adult." The nun looked forward to everyone's reaction, and meanwhile invited everyone to sit down.

The travel plan was urgently changed, and her proposal for everyone to go together to the nursery to take a look received three votes in favor and one abstention.

The one who abstained was the somewhat torn Eersula.

After all, she really did seem somewhat out of place at the moment.

"Oh oh, it's a more primal little snake shota."

……

Compared to the energized Miss Xi, Texas remained silent.

Just seeing the child in the photo inevitably made her drift off, recalling that night at home; one could say her awareness of her own feelings also began from that coincidental shared bed, giving rise to some hints.

"More primal?"

"Master once displayed a brief youthful appearance due to a potion."

"Oh, that kind of magic potion." The nun nodded, accepted it plainly, then immediately passed the phone to the last girl in the row, and the pink‑haired girl at the end froze.

"Ah? I don't need it," Eersula said embarrassedly.

"I'm just their guide; I'm not really acquainted with Mr. Linton."

Rather, as soon as these people started chatting, Eersula already wanted to distance herself; she isn't very interested in this gossip, but she couldn't avoid the fact that the other party is the nursery grandma she knows.

Besides, the other party also had a homely feel of promoting her own child.

"Oh well, let's just take a look at the child's cuteness; I've always been showing people." The nun laughed and waved her hand.

"I've always been responsible for taking candid photos of the kids in the nursery, and I try to let the children not notice me, so it looks more natural."

"However, little Aomo always notices the camera."

"He's still like that now; there's no chance to sneak a shot." Xi wrinkled her nose.

"Hehe, I suppose so," the nun laughed again, "In fact, children who leave our nursery usually show three attitudes: one is keeping in touch all the time; one is cutting off contact completely, probably because they don't want to mention this place; one is neither cutting off nor frequently initiating contact."

"Little Aomo is the third type—each time he gets in touch, it's either a holiday greeting or a donation."

"Donations…" Bourbon murmured softly; this was somewhat unfamiliar territory for her.

"Well, the initial amount wasn't high, but everyone knows what kind of character Morrison has, so little Aomo being able to scrape together this much money is already not bad," the nun said without hiding her dislike for Morrison, "but later, seeing the amounts keep rising, I tentatively felt reassured, thinking that the child's life had indeed improved considerably."

"But he still hasn't talked to you about his current life, right?" As she said this, Texas thought of several friends back home.

Just as she had long gone without letters, even though crossing the world still allowed some information flow, on the day she officially became single, she certainly didn't receive few question marks from her hometown.

One would think that this lady who calls herself grandma also shares similar feelings with them.

"Yeah, if there's nothing big, we just don't talk," the nun said, shaking her head wordlessly, "This sense of distance may be uncomfortable for everyone, but we also know that child is always like that—he has no sense of belonging anywhere, and feels unsafe wherever he is."

"The little snake really is like that…"

"Little snake…?" You've accepted his nature, ah—the nun's eyes showed considerable relief, "When that child used this image as his online name, we still had people here objecting."

"Object to the online name?"

Even if it's an online username, it's still a name; we're quite sensitive about any naming, and there have always been people who want him to become Mammon rather than Satan.

Ah, let's get back to the original topic." She could somewhat notice that several bewildered nuns, realizing that these four girls actually had no knowledge of demonology.

So she clapped her hands, regaining everyone's attention.

Meanwhile, the plant hammock they were sitting on was also, thanks to the stone gargoyles' labor, passing through the midair magic array leap platform.

In an instant, everyone's view twisted and then, when it steadied, it was no longer an inverted world, but filled with a cityscape spectacle utterly unlike what they had seen before.

The leap platform crossing two small districts saved twenty-five kilometers of travel, barely reaching the other side of the demon realm zone.

Actually, children lacking a sense of belonging and security are not uncommon in orphanages.

While Xi, Bopang, and Qielienna were still astonished by the new scenery before their eyes, the nun, obviously already accustomed to it, spoke calmly.

"Children who lack parental affection from a young age easily turn out this way, but few remain like that forever," the nun said, rubbing the head of Bopang who had turned to look, "but he should be different now, right?"

"You could be my trainer and also gain two such lovely, charming girlfriends and a steady, cool beauty—" She glanced at the two girls who felt a bit embarrassed, then, with an utterly helpless expression, looked at the more uneasy Eersula sitting here.

Little Sula, you wouldn't want to run away at this height, would you?

Um, I...

Peeking down at the street a hundred meters below, the Sakaz girl, who had been out of place with the whole group since greeting upon meeting, looked especially helpless.

I also don't dare to abandon the work assigned by the committee chair, ah; anyway, please try to ignore me.