The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [28]

Leo snapped.
The instant he saw Helen kiss Natalie on her own initiative, his world collapsed.

“Why… why do you get to kiss them? Why? Mother—why do you betray me!” Leo screamed hysterically, his eyes bulging, the fine clothes on his back ripping open as crimson tentacles writhed out from underneath.

Helen didn’t even glance his way. She only held Natalie tighter in her arms. “How’s your condition now? Any better?”

“N-no problem.” Natalie’s face burned crimson as she looked away shyly. “But what about you?”

“I can keep fighting. Just… one minute of burst.” Helen turned his head toward Evelia, standing steady on the frozen platform of the giant icicle. She was quietly finishing off the last of the tentacle spawn around them.

Truly, Evelia was remarkably reliable.

Far off, Leo clutched his head and shrieked, “You… you still have time to flirt? This is blasphemy! Blasphemy!”

The butler immediately dropped to his knees beside him. “Young master, we should retreat. As long as you live, the Ares family—”

“Shut up, old fool! We were on the cusp of victory—how can a small mistake change that?” Leo’s voice shook with frustration. The prey had walked right up to his doorstep—how could he flee?

If he could endure a little longer, everything would turn in his favor.

And besides, he had other means.

“Rain-Father above, Lord of Disease, bless this harvest of flesh—gather and unite!” Leo chanted an archaic incantation. The remaining tentacle beasts and clumps of flesh instantly writhed together, merging into a three-meter-high tumor of meat, tentacles thrashing chaotically.

The butler sighed heavily at the sight. From inside his coat, he produced a wriggling lump of flesh, raising it to his mouth.

“We’ll fight the second round.” Evelia’s form flashed like lightning—[Blink], the assassin’s signature skill. She appeared right before him and flicked her dagger upward, sending the meat-lump flying from his grasp.

The butler cursed and was forced back into defense.

Leo, seeing this, moved to assist—only to be intercepted by Natalie.

This time she was at full strength, relentless once more. And now that she knew he lacked heavy offense, she dove straight at him. At close range she unleashed another [Tier 1 Witch] skill: [Shadow Burst].

A point-blank detonation, short range but devastatingly powerful.

Leo couldn’t dodge in time. The spell exploded across his face.

Boom!

“Young master!” the butler cried out.

He had no time to mourn. The next to arrive was Helen—same incantation, same aura.

[Shadow Burst].

Helen’s spell struck Leo’s head dead-on.

Thud—

Leo collapsed, headless. His ambition died with him.

“No!” The butler’s eyes split with rage.

But Evelia, fighting him, showed no such hesitation. She raised her pale, slender leg and kicked his jaw squarely.

Crack!

His jaw shattered. Momentum carried him crashing to the floor.

“No—I cannot die here. The family must still rise again. I must serve young master—get up, I can still get up, I can—”

Bang—

Helen quietly lowered her hand, violet flames fading from her palm. He looked down at the corpse, eyes still wide and unyielding. “What are you, Long Gong? Did you think I’d grant you resurrection?”

The butler’s loyalty might have been genuine, but it was to the Ares clan. Admirable or not, loyalty did not excuse him. The greatest mercy to an enemy was complete annihilation.

“What now?” Evelia rejoined them, wounds bleeding freely, her expression still calm as if her body weren’t her own.

Helen looked toward the massive tumor of flesh inching toward them. “That thing is a creation of some existence… called the Child of Life. We can’t handle it now. Just lure it away.”

He clutched his chest, breathing raggedly.

Forcing Tier 2 power during breakthrough is taboo. The backlash could cripple me.

Fortunately he hadn’t overused it—time would be enough to stabilize the Seed inside.

The transcendent path was always the same: Seed → Sprout → Bloom → back to Seed. Repeating endlessly, until one day it reached divinity.

And now he truly was Tier 2. His [Tier 1 Temptress] bloom had become a [Tier 2 Seed].

“I’ll lure it,” Evelia said softly.

Helen didn’t argue. Only she had the ability left. “Draw it toward the nearest Nightwatch garrison. You know the location—noble as you are.”

“Mn.” Evelia gave a slight nod.

The Nightwatch were the Empire’s official transcendent force, working with the Church to maintain order. Their commander was Chancellor Osius himself.

Helen gave Evelia a formal bow.

“See you in the city.” Evelia returned the same courtly gesture, then hurled a dagger into the tumor of flesh.

The Child of Life immediately shifted its focus, lumbering after her.

“Be careful—don’t let it touch you,” Helen called out.

Evelia didn’t answer, but her pace quickened.

“So we retreat now?” Natalie asked, helping Helen stand.

Helen shook his head. “No. Now’s the time to reap the spoils.”

Natalie blinked in confusion, then her eyes brightened as she scanned the surroundings.

The estate might be in ruins, but that didn’t mean the Ares family’s treasures had vanished.

“Come. The second-floor study.” Helen forced himself upright. “We’ve got thirty minutes. The Church and the Nightwatch aren’t deaf.”

He had been wondering how to split the loot with Evelia—her departure simplified things.

I’ll compensate her later. She did fight as our comrade, after all. Helen thought privately.

…

The Ares family manor, top-floor study.

Thud—

Natalie kicked open the door. Neat bookshelves lined the room like a private library. At the center stood a broad rectangular desk, coffee long since gone cold on its surface, surrounded by tomes of religion and mysticism.

“Anything good here?” Natalie hurried back into the hall to steady Helen.

Helen pressed a hand to his chest, raising his other to point. “Left to right—the seventh shelf, seventh row, seventh column. That book’s the trigger. Push it in.”

Natalie stared at him. “How do you know that? Have you been here before? Helen… are you really sure you’re not some noble’s illegitimate child?”

“I’m just an ordinary person. Knowing about this mechanism is pure coincidence.” Helen shrugged.

What am I supposed to say? That I read it in a guide?

Natalie followed his instructions. She pressed the seventh book, seventh row, seventh column—titled Father of Life.

Click!

Every bookshelf sank into the floor, revealing a yawning hollow. Seven bronze chests rose slowly from the depths.

Just like in the game. Let’s see what those high-level players kept secret last time.

Helen’s pulse raced. He stepped forward eagerly—

And promptly overestimated both his stamina and the Temptress backlash.

He collapsed flat on the floor.

Natalie screamed, rushing to help him up.

At the critical moment—he had given her a full faceplant.

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