The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [18]

When Helen drove the carriage to the city gate, he found traffic completely stalled. A surge of merchant wagons from outside the city had caused a massive congestion, clogging the road like a swarm of inching worms.

“Ugh… Looks like we’ll be stuck until noon.” Helen sighed, staring at the crawling line of carts in resignation.

“If Sister Helen is in a hurry to leave the city, perhaps you’d like to exit through the military lane with Young Master Leo?”

Just as Helen was about to climb back into the carriage to discuss plans with Natalie, a voice drifted into his ears—aged, yet forceful.

He turned toward it and saw an old man in a butler’s uniform standing beside their carriage, his white hair impeccably groomed.

“And you are?” Helen narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I am the steward of House Ares. My young master, Leo, would like to invite Sister Helen to join him in his carriage for a brief chat,” the man said with refined politeness.

At the mention of House Ares, Helen’s heart skipped a beat.

Of course. The exact thing I was hoping to avoid.

The true perpetrators behind the “vampire murders.” Known for preying exclusively on young women—and those they didn’t eat, they offered to their blasphemous god as sacrifices.

And now… they were inviting him.

Damn it. They’re targeting me and Natalie.

Helen composed himself and gave the butler a gentle smile. “How unfortunate~ I’ve been assigned to lead prayers in the countryside today. Perhaps another time.”

“I understand.” The steward bowed without pressing further and turned back toward a lavish carriage nearby.

At that moment, the curtain of the ornate carriage lifted, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

Leo Ares.

Mockingly dubbed “Yellow Hair” by players in Helen’s past life, Leo was universally hated for treating people like food or toys. In-game, he was a minor boss—a Tier 2 Wyrd Stalker specializing in curses and flesh magic.

He was infamously difficult to deal with—and he never worked alone. He came with a whole damn family.

It had taken multiple player guilds to bring down the side quest tied to his arc.

“Blessed day, Sister Helen.”

Leo smiled at Helen.

Helen forced a polite smile in return. “And to you. May the Light bless your path.”

Whether it was the word Light that provoked him or something else, Leo said nothing more. He drew the curtain shut.

Just then, the traffic began to move again, and Helen wasted no time slipping out through the gate.

…

“Ahhh~ That Helen… she could be my mother~!”

Inside the luxurious carriage, Leo clutched his head, trembling from head to toe.

Click.

The white-haired steward stepped inside the plush, violet-themed cabin.

“Young Master, that nun has a transcendent aura. She’s no ordinary girl—likely equipped with a transcendent artifact,” the butler reported while kneeling. “For the sake of our cult’s future, we should act with caution during this period.”

“No, no, no—you just don’t get it!” Leo’s handsome face began to distort. “Did you see her face? Too much like the Light! My brain won’t stop shaking!”

The butler’s right arm morphed into a tentacle—but he gave no reply.

Young master had been unhinged for a long time.

“Oh, right! I remember—some villages outside the city have already been infiltrated by our people. If she passes through, have them bring that nun back to me!”

Leo’s pupils began spinning in circles.

The steward opened his mouth as if to protest, but hesitated.

“She’s just… so beautiful. Those eyes, those eyes… I want to offer her myself to the Lord of That Which Dwells in the Hollow Space. Let her bask in his blessing~!” Leo moaned ecstatically, clutching his head.

After a moment of silence, the steward tried again: “Young Master, I must advise against this. She’s with the Church. Let the bloodkind continue drawing attention for now—acting rashly will bring the wrong eyes.”

“Are you… questioning me?” Leo slowly lowered his hands. His expression began to shift—twisted chaos melting into unnervingly calm stillness.

Sweat rolled down the steward’s temple. “N-No, not at all. I merely speak for the benefit of the cult… It was just a humble suggestion.”

“I understand your concerns,” Leo said smoothly. “But rest assured, with the professions we blood elves have mastered, we’re very good at cleanup.”

He pulled open the curtain, watching the chaos of wagons and travelers flow past. “And besides, didn’t you say it? The bloodkind are the perfect scapegoats. Let’s pin everything on them.”

The butler remained silent.

But deep down, he had a bad feeling.

That nun… something about her wasn’t right.

…

Just outside the city, Helen shivered involuntarily.

“What’s wrong?”

Natalie had emerged from the carriage just in time to see him recoil.

“Felt like some psycho was staring at me… Ugh, never mind.” Helen turned and climbed inside. “You drive. I need to get back to enchanting.”

“You’re planning to sell the swords?”

“Yeah.”

“But won’t that get us arrested? Pretty sure selling transcendent items is illegal—at least in the Empire…”

“I’m not selling them in the Empire. And who said anything about selling?” Helen clasped his hands together solemnly. “I’m giving them as… rewards. The Holy Light approves of rewarding the faithful beyond the walls.”

Natalie squinted at him.

There it was again—that distinct gremlin energy.

They finally reached the assigned village in the afternoon.

The local priest had already come out to welcome them.

“Oh my, I wasn’t expecting… And where’s Father Anderson?” The village priest was a short, elderly man whose eyebrows drooped so low they nearly hid his eyes. He radiated a grandfatherly warmth.

He was a retired monk who now oversaw this outpost. His usual duties involved maintaining the chapel and hosting the city’s clergy for weekend services—since daily prayers were strictly controlled by the central Church, this was a way to prevent independent temples from acting on their own.

“Father Anderson has gone on to serve our Lord in a higher place,” Helen said, folding her hands. “I am Sister Helen, now officially ordained.”

The priest’s eyes lit with understanding. As the presiding nun, Helen would be leading today’s liturgy.

He cheerfully began leading Helen and Natalie through the village.

Helen took the chance to look around.

The village sat at the foot of a hill, not too different from the others they’d passed. Still, its proximity to the capital meant some magical industry had crept in—giving the place a bit of that urban-rural fringe feel.

“Anything you want to report?” Helen asked casually once they were inside the chapel’s rest area.

The old priest, walking ahead, paused. He turned back.

“What would Sister Helen like to know?”

“You’ve been glancing around nervously since we dismounted—like you’re worried something might attack early,” Helen said flatly.

“Well…” The priest glanced around, then leaned in. “I believe… a werewolf may have infiltrated the village. I suspect it’s connected to the recent influx of Outlanders.”

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