Chapter 346: The Battlefield
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 346: The Battlefield
Thursday: watch the nuns.
Friday: watch the nuns.
Saturday: watch the nuns.
Muen, oh Muen, you cannot be this degenerate! Even if you’ve already decided not to participate in this ceremony, you should still be working hard, not immersing yourself in the allure of these uniforms!
Sunday: watch the nuns during the Holy Communion held at the cathedral. The nuns in the choir are top-tier beauties, and every single one of them is wearing black stockings. A real treat for the eyes, hehe...
"What a shame."
Amidst the hymns praising the Goddess, a soft sigh drifted from beside him.
"The Church’s nun habits are too conservative. The skirts are so long you can only see their calves."
"What do you know!?"
Muen didn't miss a beat, refuting the claim even as he appreciated the nu—the hymns through the crowd. "It’s exactly this sense of sanctity under the Holy Light, this conservative feeling of wanting to peek but being unable to, that makes the desire to appreciate them even stronger!"
"True. If everyone were showing off their pale, shapely legs, how would they be any different from those common, seductive vixens?"
The voice agreed.
"But it’s even more of a shame that the outfits are uniform. Otherwise, I’d much prefer white stockings."
"White stockings are heresy! Those things only suit children and lolis. What’s so good about them!?" Muen slapped his thigh, barking out a furious rebuke.
"Black stockings are the real heresy! Those things hide the true, natural beauty of a girl. They should have been swept into the trash heap of history long ago..." The voice refused to back down.
"Heresy!"
"You’re the heretic!"
"The stake! You must be burned at the stake!"
"The Church of White Stockings will hang you in the square!"
"Heh... Speaking of which, is it really okay for you to be slacking off here instead of doing your job? Former Acting Dean, current representative of St. Maria Academy, Lord Pink Bear?"
Muen turned his head to look at the pink bear that had appeared beside him at some unknown point, sneaking along the whole way. Muen’s eyes burned with a fire that looked ready to incinerate a heretic.
"Humph. I’m here for a reason, obviously. You think everyone is as idle as you? We haven't seen each other for so long, and it turns out you’ve been hiding in the Church every day staring at nuns' legs?"
The Pink Bear crossed its arms, wearing a sneer that suggested it refused to even breathe the same air as a heretic.
The two glared at each other intensely. Unfortunately, before they could launch a holy war to decide the true faith, they were interrupted by a helpless voice.
"You two... is it really okay to talk about this in public?"
Fanny massaged her temples, a headache forming. Standing at the edge of the crowd, she desperately wanted to pretend she didn't know these two under the strange looks from the people around them.
"Hello, Senior Sister Fanny."
Muen’s face changed instantly. He greeted her warmly, his textbook aristocratic smile nearly blinding the Pink Bear, while drawing gasps of "So handsome" and "I want to wear black stockings for him" from the young girls nearby.
As for Muen’s dangerous remarks from a moment ago? Given his top-tier looks, they were likely selectively forgotten by the masses.
"Tsk..."
The Pink Bear clicked its tongue, feeling a deep sense of despair toward this superficial world.
"Long time no see, everyone."
Muen waved to the other academy companions behind Fanny—Vicky, Aaron, Marshall, and the rest.
"It has been a few days. You clearly arrived in the Holy City safely, yet you didn't come to see us. I thought you’d forgotten all about us," Senior Sister Fanny said with a look of mock resentment.
"Uh..."
Muen’s expression stiffened. He scratched his head and gave a sheepish laugh. "Sorry about that. I intended to meet up with you immediately, but some things came up at the Church that I had to handle, so it got delayed until now."
"Alright, alright. We know Junior Muen is an extraordinary busy man. We weren't actually blaming you; I was just joking."
Senior Sister Fanny gave a playful smile before adding, "I heard you went through some incredible things recently. I wonder if the rumors are true?"
"Incredible?"
"The Calamity."
Fanny looked left and right, then lowered her voice. "The news of the Calamity’s awakening is on the front page of every newspaper now. It’s almost overshadowed the Pay Homage to the Sage Ceremony. Although you weren't mentioned, we saw with our own eyes that you were teleported into that forest. According to former Acting Dean Pink Bear, it seems you and Liya ran into it?"
"The Calamity was just passing through. If I had actually faced it head-on, I wouldn't have enough lives to survive."
Muen gave a bitter smile.
The sense of despair he felt when confronting the Calamity back then still left him with lingering fears.
No matter how one looked at it, his powerless fury at the time couldn't be considered "facing it head-on."
At most, it was the death throes of an ant.
It wasn't something worth bragging about.
"But you saw it, didn't you?"
Vicky, the daughter of the great trading company, suddenly leaned in with an excited expression. "What did the Calamity look like? Does it look like the dragons from the legends? Is it true that it’s covered in gold and jewels? Did you get an autograph? A Calamity’s autograph would definitely be worth a fortune!"
"Vicky!"
Fanny pushed her money-grubbing best friend away with a reproachful look, then turned to Muen apologetically. "Ignore her. But regardless, to encounter the legendary Calamity and return unscathed... Junior Muen, you really do always exceed expectations."
"Like I said, it was just luck."
Muen brushed the matter aside lightly and changed the subject. "Let’s not talk about that. By the way, Senior Sister Fanny, why are you all here?"
He looked at the group in confusion.
He could understand Vicky and Marshall, but Senior Sister Fanny didn't seem like the type of devout believer who would specifically come for the Goddess’s Holy Communion.
As for the Pink Bear beside him... that was even more impossible. The only thing that could attract him would be a well-endowed loli in white stockings.
"You don't know?"
Hearing Muen’s question, Fanny looked surprised instead.
"Know what?"
Muen blinked.
"This isn't just an ordinary Holy Communion."
Fanny pointed to their surroundings. "Everyone invited here today is a candidate qualified to participate in the ceremony!"
"What—"
Muen froze.
Then, his gaze swept rapidly over the surrounding area.
Once he actively filtered out the eye-catching nuns of the choir, the atmosphere of this seemingly ritualistic and sacred service became starkly different.
The young participants didn't look like pilgrims who had come to worship the Goddess at all. Their attention wasn't on the hymns praising her in the slightest.
Each of them stood tall and poised, exuding an innate confidence. Yet, like predators in a jungle, they were warily observing the others of their kind.
They held chalices filled with "Holy Blood" (wine), chatting and smiling with one another, but it was as if they were holding swords, probing each other with the sharpest edges of their wit.
This place had already become a battlefield. Everyone had their horses saddled and their weapons ready, engaging in a bloodless slaughter.
Only a certain slacker—who had no intention of participating in the ceremony and was therefore only interested in looking at nuns' legs—had failed to notice.
"Well, that’s not so bad."
Muen rubbed his chin cheerfully. "From a spectator's perspective, the more exciting the show, the happier I should be, right?"