The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

Even Irina is a Tier 3 Transcendent, the weakest of all, but she's a Summoner! Her strength lies entirely in her summoning.

As the oldest person, not only does he lose in terms of physique, but why is his strength also at the bottom?

"Whatever, whatever you want. If we can't protect you and you get beaten to tears by the enemy, we won't be responsible."

Eudocia turned her head and looked away.

Tears welled up in Irina's eyes.

Seeing this, Helen and Eudocia hurried to comfort her.

Natalie even kindly handed me a handkerchief.

Jeanne patted Irina on the back.

Ivilia poured Irina a cup of tea.

Even though she was surrounded by people and comforted, Irina didn't cry, but she still insisted on going out with them.

"How about letting Irina go out?" As an older sister, Eudocia softened her heart.

Helen sighed and agreed.

Seeing that her chosen "wife" was already like this, Natalie shrugged.

Joan of Arc felt like an outsider, so she didn't join in the conversation.

Ivilia remained silent.

……

In the previous game, Helen naturally knew what the Four Gods did during the siege, and naturally knew the Desire Cult’s stronghold in the city - the Dancer Club.

The Disease Cultists were badly injured and probably ran out of the city with Julian.

The hypocritical believer is Lao Liu, and his stronghold is unpredictable.

And the violent cultists...

Should I count him as my own? After all, he's a fool. In his previous life, he fought against the Cult of Desire alongside players. His loyalty is undeniable!

So, based on Ivilia's report, Helen deduced the source of the nobles' wavering. It wasn't outside the palace, nor inside the palace, but in the dancing club!

"Um, this, this is your infiltration badge. Attention, remember to wear a mask."

In a small alley, Luca tremblingly handed the dance club waitress's work ID card to Helen and others.

He is a small leader of the Blood Hand Gang, serving as a liaison between Boss Marco and Helen, and providing underground assistance.

The Blood Hand Gang also has some business dealings with the dancers' club in the upper town, and he can use some tricks to get some people into the club.

But he felt that the person he was sending this time was of a higher status!

There is no need to say much about Helen and Natalie, they all know each other.

It turned out that the people who were sent in included not only the noble lady Ivilia, but also the two current emperors, and even more terrifyingly, Joan of Arc of the foreign Holy Light Church.

If this gets out, he won’t have enough lives to kill him!

"Clothes...clothes are in the dressing room." Luca covered his eyes with trembling hands. "I don't know anything."

Helen reached out and patted Luca's shoulder. "Don't worry, go get back to work."

Luca nodded quickly as if he had been granted amnesty, then turned and left the alley.

"Huh... let's go!" Helen patted her cheeks and adjusted her black hooded coat.

The five girls at the back followed his instructions, put on their hoods, and followed Helen through the alley to the back door of the dancers' club.

The dancers' club is located in the middle of the upper town, which is considered part of the old town. Various buildings are crowded together here, and all kinds of vendors are also moving around here.

But the dancing club is a place where many nobles and wealthy businessmen smile knowingly, so the consumption here is extremely high, and the building is more luxurious and larger than the surrounding area.

"It's even better than my bedroom," Irina complained quietly.

Eudocia remained silent.

Because the empire had been in serious deficit for a long time, the renovation of the palace was almost intermittent, so it looked old and dilapidated. The palaces she and Irina lived in were the palaces of some princesses a hundred years ago.

"That means you nobles are the ones who suck the most blood." Helen said sarcastically.

Eudocia was speechless.

After Helen and others successfully entered the dancers' club, they arrived at the changing room with the help of an informant.

"Let me explain this mission. The enemy is Baron Calis, a priest of the Church of Desire, in charge of the Upper City. He's currently in room 6 on the 666th floor of this building. We need to kill him in one fell swoop."

As Helen spoke, she rummaged through the clothes in the closet.

"No need to look. The only clothes suitable for waiters are five tuxedos and one... maid dress."

Joan of Arc blushed slightly as she placed all the clothes in the room on the table.

Everyone swallowed.

Whoever wears a maid skirt is shamed!

"I, I, I'm not suitable for wearing a maid skirt because it's too narrow around my chest."

After saying this, Natalie, a heavy cruiser, took a tuxedo from the table with a slightly blushing face, her glazed eyes filled with panic and shyness.

"It doesn't suit me either. Wearing garters with a maid skirt won't be convenient for me to hide a knife." Ivilia, a light cruiser, took a tuxedo from the table with an expressionless face, and a hint of cunning flashed in her scarlet eyes.

"It doesn't suit me either. It feels too small and I can't button it up." As a battleship, Irina took the tuxedo on the table as a matter of course, her purple eyes full of joy.

Jeanne, also a battleship, picked up the tuxedo on the table, her blue eyes full of shyness, "I'm used to wearing men's clothes, but I can't button up the maid's skirt."

Eudoxia, whose deck was only the size of a destroyer, saw that there was only a tuxedo left and immediately reached out to take it, her blue eyes full of determination and desire.

pat!

Helen reached out and grabbed the tuxedo.

"Helen, let go." Eudocia stared at Helen.

Helen raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "Sorry, I'm the person in charge of the operation, so it's natural for me to wear a tuxedo."

"Huh? I'm the oldest in the team, and you're the youngest. You should be the younger one and give way to me, the older one." Eudocia raised her head, her snow-white neck showing her pride.

Helen said nothing, but reached for the tuxedo with both hands.

Eudocia is not much behind. Although she is a level 2 transcendent, as a physical profession of a ship girl, she is no less capable than Helen.

The two men fought over the tuxedo, causing it to make a mournful sound of breaking.

"Stop fighting over it. Let's just vote by raising our hands to decide who gets the tuxedo. Whoever loses gets to wear the maid dress!"

Joan of Arc immediately stepped forward to act as judge.

Helen and Eudocia looked at each other, then stopped and put down their hands together.

"Raise your hands if you agree that Eudocia should wear a tuxedo!" Joan of Arc said seriously.

Irina raised her hand happily.

Ivilia raised her hand expressionlessly.

Natalie hesitantly raised her hand.

"Hehe~" Eudocia reached out and snatched the last tuxedo on the table.

Helen stood there in a daze.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc couldn't help but smile. "Raise your hands if you agree with Helen wearing a maid skirt."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand first.

"Why are you intervening as a referee?" Helen asked.

Jeanne turned her head and looked away. "I am the judge of who owns the tuxedo, not the judge of whether you wear a maid's dress or not."

Helen's eyes widened in disbelief.

When did this serious girl change?

"Don't look at me like that. I'm helping you." Joan of Arc looked away guiltily when Helen stared at her like that.

She was thinking about Helen, because Helen was a boy and other girls couldn't know about it, as it would cause unnecessary trouble.

"I... agree too." Natalie raised her hand with a blush.

She felt that only she and Ivilia should know about Helen's male identity, and it would be best for others to know as little as possible, especially Eudocia.

"I have no objection. I think Helen is suitable." Ivilia raised her hand calmly.

I have to protect Helen's identity, my mother said.

Eudocia also raised her hand, "I agree."

As Tuxedo's rival, Eudocia is eager for Helen to wear a maid's uniform to hide her male identity.

What's more, her relationship with Helen was about exploring the birth of life.

"Everyone says so, and I agree!" The innocent Irina thought everyone was happy, so she raised her hand as well.

"Tsk~ a bunch of traitors."

Helen picked up the maid's skirt on the table with a shy look on her face.

"Wait a minute, there's this." Eudocia threw the black garter on the table onto Helen's head meaningfully.

"I understand, Your Majesty Eudocia (gritting her teeth)." Helen said, and went out with the clothes in her arms.

"Huh? Helen won't change with us?" Irina tilted her head in confusion.

Upon hearing this, the other four girls held Irina down.

"Helen is going to change into a maid dress, which is different from the way we change into tuxedos." Ivilia said nonsense seriously.

Natalie nodded aside, "Yes, Helen still needs to change her garters, which is inconvenient."

Joan of Arc blushed and lowered her head without saying a word.

Eudocia said earnestly, "This is the punishment for the loser. Whoever loses will be ostracized by everyone for a while."

Upon hearing this, Irina patted her majestic peak in fear and said, "Huh, luckily I didn't lose."

Looking at Irina's majestic peak, the other four glanced at their own in tacit understanding.

Among them, Joan of Arc, the captain of the second largest battleship, was the first to come to her senses and turned around to change her clothes.

Natalie came close to Eudocia and whispered sarcastically, "Your Majesty is so great, but you can't even beat your own sister. Do you always give way to your sister?"

Faced with Natalie's mocking face, Eudocia's cheeks flushed instantly, but it quickly subsided. Not only did she regain her composure, she even felt more relaxed.

Faced with Eudocia's sudden improvement, Natalie was full of questions.

"Maybe this is the courtesy of seniority~" Eudocia looked down at Natalie condescendingly.

Natalie snorted softly. As a heavy cruiser, she was not afraid of a 17-year-old destroyer.

Ivilia pinched her breasts expressionlessly, "Maybe you should eat more papaya?"

……

Helen came to the changing room, feeling very shy.

Yes, I have worn a nun's skirt, but that is a job requirement.

Yes, the candidate saint wore the white dress, which was necessary for the role.

Yes, I have worn the cheongsam, but it was made by the God of Flowers himself.

But for Helen, maid skirt is not that!

The maid skirt in front of me is very close to the maid skirt in my previous life, not the traditional European maid uniform.