The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [27]

Leo lay dazed on the ground. Only when the dust gradually settled did he see clearly—the butler skewered by the icicle not far away.

“Old man, are you alright?” He scrambled to his feet in panic.

The butler shook his head. He tore away half of his torso, leaving his left chest and arm pinned to the ice.

But when he stood again, the missing parts were already filled with writhing tentacles. His left arm had become one entirely, and the torrent of blood stopped instantly. His face, however, was ghostly pale.

“I’m fine, young master. Just… not in good shape,” the butler panted.

Natalie’s strike had failed to kill him outright, but the wound was severe.

“Guards! This is the time the cult needs your devotion most!” Leo shouted to the servants and mercenaries nearby.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fleeing servants burst apart one after another, each transforming into a seething mass of tentacles.

“So you really are cultists of the Hollow Void.”

Helen and Natalie descended slowly onto the flat of the icicle.

Leo raised his head, staring at Helen slung across Natalie’s back. “Who are you? Why do you seem so familiar?”

“You’ll know who I am soon enough, Leo Ares. In hell.” Helen lit his palm with violet flame and hurled it forward.

Leo lifted his hand, his arm warping into a shield. The charm-fire bounced harmlessly off.

“Followers of the Void, surrender. At least then you’ll keep your corpses whole.” Helen drew his hand back, already evaluating the void-god the Ares clan worshipped.

Leo’s face darkened, teeth grinding.

The butler, staring at the violet flames clinging to the floor, suddenly widened his eyes. “Y-you… you’re those two nuns!”

“What?!” The one most shocked was not Helen or Natalie, but Leo himself.

“Seems we don’t need to hide anymore. Neither of us is the sort who can show our faces anyway.” Helen removed the mask, revealing her pure, delicate features.

“Sister Helen… it’s you. It really is you!” Leo’s expression twisted from shock into rapture the instant he saw her face.

“Is he your secret stalker?” Natalie removed her mask as well, muttering to Helen.

Helen shrugged. “If so, that’s disgusting. Tie him to a cross and burn him.”

Natalie shook her head, smiling wickedly. “I think the guillotine of Louis XVI would be fitting.”

“That really is baffling, isn’t it~” Helen chuckled, amused.

“Old man! Seize them for me!” Leo barked, ordering the surrounding tentacle monsters to attack.

The butler obeyed, leaping with frightening power and crashing down toward Helen and Natalie.

Shing!

Clang!

The moment he landed, Evelia appeared in front of him, dagger flashing.

The sudden strike forced the butler onto the defensive.

Helen seized the chance to issue orders. “I’ll handle the fodder. Natalie, kill Leo.”

Natalie glanced at him once, whispered, “Be careful,” then mounted her Frost Broom.

“Wait.” Helen stopped her, face burning red.

Natalie blinked back at him, puzzled. “What is it?”

“My new skill—I need to record your state.” Helen rose on tiptoe, brushing her lips lightly against her cheek like a dragonfly touching water.

[Succubus Kiss] activated!

[Succubus Kiss]: Once per day. Kiss a target to record their current state. The next time you kiss them, they regain the exact state recorded; at the same time, you gain all of their transcendent powers (same tier or below) for one minute.

In other words—reset an ally to full condition, while copying their power for a short time.

This was one of the [Temptress Tier 2] core skills. Unless instant death, it could pull an ally back to full strength and lend their abilities as well.

But the cost… was obvious.

“I… I understand.” Natalie blushed crimson. “You… you advanced?”

“Mm. But unstable.” Helen pressed a hand to her chest, forcing a calm expression. “I may not be able to support you directly.”

“Then leave it to me. I’ll kill him.” Natalie’s eyes hardened. She knew Helen’s state was wrong, but there was no time—she launched forward on her broom, charging Leo.

Two spellcasters clashing—naturally the Witch had the upper hand. Though Leo as a [Tier 1 Wyrd Stalker] had tricks, Natalie’s class was pure offense. With the buff active, she pressed him mercilessly.

Ice spears and frozen lances rained down. Leo could only block or dodge. Worse, her broom gave her superior mobility—Tier 2 output against his Tier 1, overwhelming from every angle.

“Damn it! Old man, I can’t hold her off—finish them quickly!” Leo barely scraped by again and again, panic creeping into his voice.

He had thought Helen and Natalie mere ordinary nuns, weak and helpless. Never had he imagined such power.

The butler, meanwhile, had shaken off Evelia’s assault and begun counterattacking. Though only a Tier 1 warrior, the Void’s blessing allowed him to fight above his level. Against Evelia, fragile though deadly, it was a brutal match.

“Yes, young master.” With practiced ease, the butler twisted his sword, striking Evelia squarely and sending her flying—she landed hard at Helen’s feet.

Helen immediately ceased conjuring charm-fire to catch her.

“He’s going for your companion,” Evelia said flatly, ignoring her wounds and pointing at the butler retreating toward Natalie.

Helen’s heart seized. He shouted, “Natalie! Behind you!”

Natalie, closing in on Leo, whirled at once—but too late.

The butler’s fist smashed into her, sending her tumbling from the sky.

“Natalie!” Helen lowered Evelia and sprinted after her falling figure.

Evelia watched him leap from the icicle without hesitation, words catching in her throat.

Why does it… hurt a little, when she leaves me behind? A faint, alien unease tugged at her chest. “What a strange feeling.” Her expression stayed calm, but her scarlet eyes shimmered with doubt.

Meanwhile, Helen managed to catch Natalie midair.

“I’m fine… cough, cough…” Natalie wavered, struggling to steady the broom before they hit the ground.

“Don’t talk.” Helen abandoned shame and propriety entirely. She pressed her lips to Natalie’s, letting her blood flow into his mouth.

Natalie’s eyes flew wide. The pain of her internal injuries dulled instantly. And more than that—

Why… why is Helen’s mouth so sweet?

Her heart felt the same.

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