The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

A kerosene lamp hangs in a room, emitting soft light, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet room.

"Woo~"

Natalie slowly opened her eyes and saw Helen leaning against the wall with her eyes closed.

Helen, whose clothes were in disarray, noticed Natalie's movement on her thighs, and quickly adjusted her posture and pulled up the shoulder straps to fix her pajamas.

"What's happening to me?" Natalie murmured in confusion. She found herself resting her head on Helen's thighs.

"Silly boy, if you're not sure about your promotion, you can wait for me to come back. If it doesn't work out, don't worry." Helen tidied Natalie's messy hair sadly.

"I thought I could succeed... Huh? I succeeded?" Natalie opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at her hands in confusion.

"Well, idiot, you didn't even have a plan before becoming a witch, and you still need my help." Helen complained in a low voice.

Natalie smiled and reached out to touch Helen's chin, "Thank you~"

Helen's pretty face turned slightly red.

"It's you who's channeling the magic power, right?" Natalie touched her smooth belly with her other hand. "It's full."

Helen turned her head and looked aside: "You know it and you still say it out loud."

"I'm just curious, Helen, how do you transfer magic power?" Natalie blinked in surprise.

Helen's face flushed instantly, and she turned her head to look aside: "Don't worry about it."

In fact, he tried to get as close to Natalie as possible, using his own skin, so he took off his clothes, and by the way...

Helen touched her lips subconsciously.

"Helen, my lips are a little wet." Natalie touched her chin in confusion. She remembered that she didn't drink much water before the promotion, so her lips were a little dry.

"Don't worry about that. Just choose a witch branch." Helen explained guiltily, "Maybe it's the new magic power in your body that's causing it."

Upon hearing this, Natalie immediately sat up and began to feel the magic power in her body.

"Natalie, you can get the sub-jobs of each profession at level 3, so you have to be cautious. Have you thought about the future path?" Helen asked.

Natalie slowly opened her eyes, "How do I choose?"

"If you're more focused on offense, choose the Frost Witch. If you're more focused on battlefield control, choose the Blood Witch... If you're more focused on surprise attacks and disruption, choose the Plague Witch."

Helen carefully recalled the witch's duties.

In fact, no matter which one you choose, the output will be much higher than that of him as a charm sorcerer.

"I choose... the Frost Witch." Natalie slowly lowered her head.

Helen was not surprised by this because this was the same choice Natalie made in her previous life.

"It's Natalie, I think frost suits your personality..."

"Because I want to be the strongest blade in Helen's hands!"

"Ah? You, what did you say?"

"I'll only say this once, Helen." Natalie blushed slightly as she looked towards the other windows, but her face showed only a hint of shyness, more of pride and satisfaction.

She felt that the Frost Witch was suitable for her, and was happy that the sub-role she wanted to choose could help Helen.

Helen, I like you.

Natalie looked at the night outside the window, her heart warm and bright.

Helen, who was sitting in the back, seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Natalie, you can punish me anytime you want and I will do it.

I just hope... you'll be quicker.

……

Helen did not disturb Natalie for the rest of the time because she wanted to consolidate the magic seeds and new skills in her body, so he did not disturb her again.

When he arrived at Joan of Arc's door, he saw the bath towel she had left at the door and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as this bath towel is washed clean, tonight's "bath towel incident" will be over.

"This bath towel smells like white roses mixed with irises?"

Suddenly, a calm complaining voice came from behind.

Helen shuddered and turned around quickly, and the person rushing into her sight was Ivilia, whom she had not seen for a long time.

"You, why are you here?" Helen subconsciously touched her neck.

Is the monastery a crossroads now? There were two guests today alone.

"I want to talk to you about something and check on you." Ivilia said expressionlessly, then looked down at the bath towels in the basket.

Helen trembled as she put away her own bath towel and said, "Okay, okay, let's talk."

"This bath towel has the body scent of that crying girl..." Ivilia looked up at Helen: "And your scent."

Helen put her hands behind her back and replied weakly, "The bath towels are all put together, so it's normal for them to have mixed smells."

Although Ivilia's expression remained calm, her scarlet eyes were fixed on Helen, with a hint of resentment.

Helen: ...

Ivilia whispered softly: "Stare~~"

"It won't make any noise, right?" Helen said with cold sweat on her forehead.

For some reason, he felt sorry for Evelynia. Why did he have such a strange feeling?

"Ding~~~~~~~" Ivilia made a longer tail sound.

Helen finally couldn't stand it anymore and simply reached out and pinched Ivilia's nose.

"Hmm~" Ivilia narrowed her eyes.

"Sorry, I just want to have a normal conversation with you." Helen grasped the scale and quickly withdrew her hand. "If there's anything wrong with me, please tell me~"

"I don't have many friends." Ivilia showed a sad expression: "Sister Eudocia is busy with things, and Natalie only knows how to play cards... I want you to take care of me."

Helen was stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched Ivilia's head. "Do I need to say this? Just ask me to play, there's no need for any baggage."

A hint of joy flashed in Ivilia's eyes. "Thank you."

"Since you have a good relationship with Eudocia, you can play with Irina too, right?" Helen remembered that Irina and Ivilia seemed to have no conflicts.

"That vicious girl, just like that crying girl, I don't want to have any contact with her." Ivilia narrowed her eyes slightly and puffed up her mouth slightly.

It was rare to see Ivilia with any other expression, and Helen was amused by the contrast.

If you think about it carefully, Ivylia and Eudocia are of the same level, and Ivylia is slightly better, at least for a small B-class cruiser, while Eudocia...

She's just an A-class destroyer, and she's a ship girl!

Although Natalie is very close to C, she is not a battleship after all, but a heavy cruiser level; Joan of Arc often wears armor, and if she hadn't taken it off now, I really wouldn't have known that she was only at the beginner level of D, and could be compared with a large battleship like Irina.

As for Helen?

Although it was flat, he was a man, and it was not a destroyer, but an aircraft carrier, and the types of ships were different, so Helen never cared about these issues.

"Okay, I'll play with you more often in the future, but what do you want to talk to me about today?" Helen asked.

"Deal with traitors, nobles... and bad cults, just like we did last time." Ivilia replied expressionlessly.

Helen smiled slightly when she heard this.

"Yes, it's time to resolve some internal issues."

Chapter 113: Two stealing cats!

Compared to the quiet downtown area, the upper town is still full of lights and wine. A bustling high-end club is part of this drunken life. It is decadent and all kinds of shocking behaviors are staged here one after another.

In this strange atmosphere, a young man was sitting on the sofa, with two young and beautiful women beside him, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Dedicated to the great Lord of Desire!"

The man drank it all in one gulp. The two women beside him greeted him with smiles, and one of them even poured red wine into his glass.

"You can enjoy yourself for my sake, but there is a greater pleasure that you must offer to the Lord."

A man in a purple robe made his way through the merry-making crowd and approached the man.

"Oh? That group of irrational and violent maniacs are coming to kill us?" The man continued to enjoy the red wine in his glass.

"These are not simple questions." The purple-robed man lifted his hood. "I want you to capture the Saint for my Lord!"

"Saint?" The man's face lit up with joy. "Which one?"

The purple-robed man held up two fingers.

"What about the two named Glory and Holy Light?" The man pushed away the two beautiful women beside him.

The purple-robed man nodded slightly, then shook his head.

"What do you mean?" the man was puzzled.

"Baron Calis, the Fallen Saint is your mission, but that's not all. Julian needs you to attack the city defenses and take control of the artillery facilities there."

The purple-robed man answered.

Baron Calis stroked his chin and said, "It's a bit difficult. After all, this is the military, and the management is strict."

"The other sects will remain neutral. Meanwhile, some nobles in the city have seen the situation clearly and will turn a blind eye," the purple-robed man said.

Baron Calis laughed and snapped his fingers.

The men and women who had been doing various sports in the club left the room, leaving Baron Calis and the man in purple robes behind.

"I will dedicate the Saint to my Lord, and I will also dedicate the victory to His Majesty Julian, but the question is... what will I gain?"

Although Baron Calis has been hanging out in places of entertainment for many years, his brain has not been completely corrupted.

"Blessing, great blessing from my Lord." The man in purple robe raised his head proudly.

"Blessing?" Baron Calis touched his chin and fell into thought.

In addition to obtaining extraordinary skills from the seeds in their bodies, there is another way for extraordinary people to obtain extraordinary skills, that is, external forces, including the blessing of gods.

"Is that so...Saint Helen is the one I admire, but I'm afraid that's not enough?" Baron Calis asked greedily.

The purple-robed man saluted respectfully: "Two blessings."

"Saint Helen is my type. If you really want me to make a move on her... you have to pay more!" Baron Calis said loudly.

The purple-robed man was not angry but happy, "Yes, that's how it should be. This is the attitude that we Desire Cultists should have."

"His Majesty Julian's letter of appointment has been issued. When the city falls, you will be the new Grand Duke."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in purple robe took out a letter of appointment from his arms and handed it to Baron Calis.

Baron Calis took the document, glanced over it, and then put it away. "I promise that the candidate saint of the Radiant Church and the saint of the Holy Light Church will both become saints of our Desire Church."

"We're all looking forward to it."

The purple-robed man raised his head and smiled.

……

At dawn, golden light fell upon the monastery, illuminating its bluestone pavement with warmth and brightness. The corridors within the courtyard were quiet, and the morning air was filled with the delicate fragrance of white roses blooming around the monastery.

Natalie, who was sitting at the kitchen table, was not in the mood to appreciate it. Instead, she stared suspiciously at Joan of Arc and Ivilia on her left and right.

In just one night, two thieving cats appeared in the monastery.

Ivilia was a poker partner and didn't seem to have any intention of stealing her "wife", so she ignored him to a certain extent.

But what about Joan of Arc who suddenly appeared?

Although she, a novice nun, had no idea about the doctrine, she knew that Joan of Arc was the saint of the Church of Holy Light. Why did she come to their monastery of the Church of Light?

"What's wrong, Natalie?"

Helen came to the table with four bowls of fragrant vegetable porridge on a large plate.