Sorry, you scumbag woman, you can do whatever you want.

Dyed with the color of Möbius

Aponia sighed softly, gently opened her beautiful eyes, stood up gracefully, clasped her hands on her lower abdomen, and gazed at the smiling Mebius with a hint of helplessness.

"Excuse me, Ms. Mebius, do you have any sins to confess?" she asked softly.

However, she already knew the answer. This woman's actions and decisions were driven by her own beliefs from the very beginning. She might make mistakes and lament them, but she would never regret them. She used confession to the clergy to alleviate her inner guilt.

Instead, they would choose more practical actions, whether it's reversing time or providing financial assistance.

However, it is absolutely not true that simply repenting in one's heart means having no more guilt and acting as if nothing ever happened.

That wasn't Mebius's choice.

However, it was unexpected.

"Yes, I have sins to confess." With his eyes lowered, Mebius confessed softly. From his massacre of the entire kindergarten, to never giving anyone a chance to win in any competition he participated in, causing severe psychological damage to people, to creating artificial Herrschers to intimidate all of humanity, and incidentally, to his malicious confession to the nun.

“…” Aponia remained silent. She was the nun who listened to Möbius’s confession. Now she was considering whether to find a reason to leave, otherwise she would have no energy to work tomorrow.

Thinking of this, she clasped her hands together tightly.

“Lord Mebius, I have received your confession, and God has forgiven all your sins.”

“Really? That’s wonderful.” Mebius nodded slightly and patted his ample breasts, but then Aponia added a sentence.

"By the way, Gretchen... invited me to her house, are you coming too?"

"Now?" Mebius took out his phone, ready to call Gretchen at any moment.

Aponia was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "It's tomorrow. I'm going out with Gretchen... to experience more colors."

“Okay, I’ll go see Gretchen with you tomorrow.” With a smile, Mebius agreed, then took a step forward and grasped Aponia’s hands, which were clasped tightly together in prayer.

“I’ve wasted so much of your time, Sister. I need to give you a reward. Otherwise, I’ll feel really bad.”

"..." Aponia looked at Mebius across from her with a gentle yet helpless gaze and said softly, "I have things to do tomorrow and can't overwork myself."

“No, the reward this time is very light, and there will be plenty of time to rest.” Mebius took Aponia’s slender hand and walked towards the bedroom, his intentions obvious.

However, Aponia did not resist much, as this was not the first time she and Mebius had been in close contact.

Among the many heroines, including Klein, none had as many intimate encounters with her as she did with Möbius.

Therefore, she was able to accept the unexpected situation calmly.

The next day.

early morning.

“…” Aponia opened her beautiful eyes and stared at the empty ceiling, feeling as if she had been deceived, yet not deceived.

Last night's battle was anything but easy, but she did get plenty of rest. In a world where time stands still, it's impossible for anyone not to get adequate rest.

Now she actually has the energy to go find Gretchen and accompany that child to paint.

Turning her head, she looked at Möbius sleeping peacefully beside her, and gently raised her hand to smooth down Möbius's disheveled hair.

Then, she gently lifted the covers and got out of bed, her plump and fair body exposed to the slightly chilly air.

The morning light streaming through the window gave her delicate body a holy glow.

“There’s still some time.” Glancing at the wall clock, Aponia went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then made breakfast.

Then, she very much in the manner of a gentle wife, waking up the still-sleepy Möbius and having breakfast with him.

……

...

noon.

The weather was cool, and the wind swept through the empty city. Only a considerable number of automated robots were maintaining the civilization created by humankind.

Most of humanity has already left Earth.

“The colors have become fewer.” Gretchen held her palette and brushes, gazing at the empty street, and said softly, her voice as clear and ethereal as the sky.

“It’s alright, the Earth’s population will explode sooner or later, and then there will be more colors.” Mebius squatted down and pinched Greta’s soft little face.

She understood the meaning of Gretsch's words about losing color. Gretsch, who was like a blank sheet of paper, would become tainted by the personalities of people with different personalities when she came into contact with them... that is, colors.

Their behavior will also become very similar to that of others.

Today, most of humanity has left Earth, and the human population is pitifully small.

Therefore, in Gretchen's view, the colors on Earth have decreased significantly.

"Will everyone come back?" Gretchen asked Möbius softly, but Möbius shook his head.

"No, it means that many younger brothers and sisters will be born."

Although the current birth rate has plummeted, babies are still being born, and of course, more are choosing to understand themselves…

However, most of these are elderly people from the previous generation, and they generally lack passion for the culture of the current era or for new things.

In short, they reached the mental limit of what is called a short-lived species and lost the desire to continue living.

Of course, most of the humans born in the new generation do not have this problem. They are born immortal and are very well suited to the current society.

"A lot of younger brothers and sisters?" Gretsch thought for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

However, Aponia shook her head slightly. Even the new generation of humans... grows much faster than Gretsch.

This doesn't mean Gretchen can't grow; it's just that after undergoing the enhanced version of the super-transformation surgery by Mebius, no one knows Gretchen's natural lifespan or how long her growth will take.

In terms of potential and future prospects, Gretchen is undoubtedly stronger than any of the new humans.

However, the cost is that the growth process takes a very long time.

And just then.

“Oh, right.” Möbius seemed to remember something, squatted down in front of Gretchen, and said with a smile, “If you want to have a younger brother and sister soon, just urge Aponia to have one.”

"Let Mother Aponia have one?" Gretsch blinked and asked, her gaze falling on Aponia.

"Is it alright, Mother Aponia?"

“…” Aponia opened her mouth, then shook her head, and Gretchen obediently stopped asking questions, only lowering her head in disappointment.

It seems that she feels a sense of loss because she doesn't have any new younger siblings.

“It’s alright, I’ll do my best in Aponia.” Mebius chuckled, “to give Gretchen a cute little brother or sister as soon as possible.”

"...Please don't say these things in front of Gretsch." Aponia sighed wearily. Ever since Gretsch met the other Gretsch from the future, she had changed how she addressed her.

From nun to mother Aponia.

Of course, she wasn't averse to it, and she gladly accepted Gretsch's closeness.

"Oh dear, now you won't be so lonely, Aponia," a playful and slightly mischievous voice rang out from the air aboard "Gresch," her hands clasped behind her back, her delicate body leaning slightly forward.

“Aponia is perfectly suited to be a mother, isn’t she?”

“Exactly, exactly.” Mebius nodded in agreement, raising his hand to his chest. “I will definitely get Aponia pregnant as soon as possible, so she can become a mother.”

“But I feel that Aunt Mebius would also be a suitable mother.” Gretchen shook her head and looked Mebius up and down with admiration. Her graceful figure and long green hair, combined with her gentle yet exceptionally dashing temperament, made it impossible to look away.

A single glance or a small gesture can stir one's heartstrings and make one yearn for it.

"Pfft~" Aponia couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud. She wasn't surprised at all by Gretsch's sudden change.

After all, a pure white Gretchen would indeed be very easily tainted by the colors of others, thus changing her way of speaking and acting.

And when dyed with the color of Mebius, it naturally becomes... a little astringent.

This is a very natural thing.

“…In the future, I’ll be more careful not to let Gretchen get tainted by me.” Mebius’s lips twitched. He didn’t object to others having ulterior motives towards her.

However, if it reflects your own personality and indicates ill intentions towards you, then it's best to let it go.

“Perhaps you could try changing yourself,” Aponia said softly, but Mebius rolled his eyes and answered her confidently.

“Impossible. With you by my side, I will never change.” Mebius tossed a strand of hair behind his ear, his tone unusually dashing and firm. “Who can blame him? The nun is so captivating.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it. Aponia’s figure is so alluring, you just want to pin her down on the bed and bully her every day. She’s a nun, yet she’s so horny.” Gretchen nodded slightly and said in a tone very similar to Möbius’s.

Then, Aponia grabbed her by the back of the neck and lifted her up, after which she heard a very gentle voice.

"Please, please refrain from speaking for now."

Greta: "..."

Ultimately, she lacked Aunt Mebius's strength; faced with the power of the Commandments, she had no chance of resistance.

“Let’s go, let’s go paint.” Shaking her head, Aponia put Gretsch down and led the two away without allowing any room for argument.

She was already having a huge headache dealing with one Mebius, and now she had to deal with Gretchen, who had been dyed.

That would be even more troublesome.

So, let Gretchen paint and use up the paint she got on.

Otherwise, if Greta says something inappropriate when meeting others later, it could cause a lot of trouble.

Especially when facing Gretchen's parents, she was even more at a loss as to how to explain.