The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [16]

Morning light streamed through the dormitory window, casting a golden glow over the little beauty sleeping beneath it.

On the white bedding, strands of soft green and silver hair lay tangled together, fluttering faintly with each breath their owners took.

Suddenly, the green-haired one stirred. Her long lashes quivered gently, like butterfly wings unfurling.

Helen opened his eyes.

And the first thing he saw was Natalie’s sleeping face, serene and radiant.

As if sensing his gaze, Natalie’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Their emerald-green and glassy blue gazes locked—briefly dazed, quietly bewildered.

Then, in the same instant, both turned away in awkward silence.

“Um… could you let go of me now?” Helen asked, face flushed pink.

Only then did Natalie seem to realize she’d spent the entire night holding Helen in her arms. But that soft, warm body nestled against her was so comfortable, she didn’t really want to let go.

“Natalie, let go!” Helen said, annoyed.

But Natalie was a scoundrel at heart, so instead she hugged him tighter. “It’s cold outside. Let’s just sleep a little longer~”

Helen responded deadpan, “I’m a guy. I suggest you think this through.”

But Natalie simply closed her eyes. “I know. When I was little, I was terrified of ghosts, so I used to sleep with my mom. After my parents passed, I had to sleep alone on the farm. My childhood friends… we grew distant after I started school in the Upper City.”

Helen fell silent for a while. Then he reached out and gently brushed back a lock of her hair.

“We’ve got about an hour. We need to be at the church by nine for your induction ceremony.”

Burying her face in Helen’s shoulder, Natalie smiled faintly.

Helen… you're clever, but you're too kind. And as for whether I mind that you’re a guy…? Sorry, but you’re just too cute.

If only things could stay like this forever…

Cradled in Helen’s warmth, breathing in the soft scent of irises, Natalie slowly closed her eyes.

Since my parents died, this was the first good night’s sleep I’ve had.

In the darkness, you were the only one who lit a candle for me.

And if anyone tries to extinguish it…

I’ll burn them down for you.

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District 33 Church.
Meditation Room.

“May you shine forth. May you serve the Lord. Blessed be the Light!”

After the final chant, Helen stepped forward in full nun’s attire, holding a ceremonial veil as she approached Natalie, who knelt at the foot of the statue.

“May I always guard the flock in my Lord’s name, and spread goodness to the world,” Natalie recited, looking up at Helen with a smirk just barely hidden behind a saintly expression.

Bonk!

“Hey, ow—” Natalie rubbed her head.

“Don’t smile during a vow,” Helen said flatly.

Ever since she’d crawled out of Helen’s bed that morning, Natalie’s gremlin tendencies had returned full force. Time to put her in check.

Natalie stuck out her tongue, then quickly composed herself again. She folded her hands and bowed slightly.

Helen placed the veil gently over her head and tied it into place.

“Congratulations. You are now officially a member of District 33, Novice Sister Natalie.”

Father Mordes stood up from where he’d been seated and approached them.

“Today’s Outreach Day. You two are assigned to the rural chapel outside the city to lead prayers. Are you willing to go?”

Natalie stood up, smiling as she turned to Helen. “My guiding sister is Helen-meimei, so naturally, she makes the call.”

“In the Church, we refer to seniority of entry. That means you should call me Sister,” Helen said, hands pressed piously together.

Natalie twitched at the corners of her mouth, clearly annoyed, but folded her hands and replied with mock solemnity, “Yes, Sister Helen~”

Hearing their exchange, Father Mordes sighed. “Since you have no objections, then head out by noon.”

That finally shut them up. Both turned to Mordes with sheepish expressions.

“Sigh… There’ve been reports of vampire attacks in the city this morning,” Mordes added as he walked toward the front hall. “Try not to come back for the next couple of days. Stay safe.”

Only Helen and Natalie were left in the room, exchanging uncertain glances.

“I thought vampires got regulated five years ago?” Natalie asked.

Vampires—or bloodkind—had a long and storied history. In ancient times, they’d been among the Roman nobility.

But ever since Constantine I officially backed the Church, their influence had waned. Most were now minor nobles at best.

Later, when the Church introduced the Codex of Transcendent Conduct, vampires were excluded from imperial titles entirely. Many were even deemed illegal.

In 1448—five years ago—they’d staged a protest movement. It was swiftly crushed by the Empire and the Church.

Strangely, after that, a few bloodkind were re-legalized. The Church declared that any vampire who converted to the Light and registered officially would be recognized as a citizen of the Empire.

Since then, any vampire-related murders had been attributed to foreign bloodkind.

Helen shrugged. “Maybe it’s the ones up north, from Wallachia. Those guys still drink human blood.”

Wallachia was ruled by Vlad VII, a Tier 5 Blood Mage and the last recognized vampire lord. He was a carnivorous hardliner, infamous for mocking the ‘vegetarian’ bloodkind of the Eastern Roman Empire who survived on animal blood.

“If it is them, maybe it’s a good thing we’re leaving town,” Natalie said, reaching out to pat Helen down with exaggerated concern—hands slipping lower and lower.

Helen stepped back with a wary look. “What are you doing?”

“Just checking if you got bitten. Otherwise I’ll have to report you with a heavy heart!” Natalie said, baring her teeth playfully.

Helen rolled his eyes. “Let’s head back to the convent. We need to pack.”

“Everything?” Natalie tilted her head. “Including the swords you bought? And all those medical supplies—bandages, alcohol, etc.?”

Helen nodded. “We’ll probably be staying out there for two days. I want to modify the carriage, make it livable.”

“Wait, what? You want us to sleep in the carriage?” Natalie, not a fool, raised an eyebrow. “You’re not planning to stay at the chapel?”

“Better safe than sorry. Things aren’t exactly calm lately,” Helen replied seriously. “Go prep things at the convent. I’ll wrap up things here.”

Natalie, clearly affected by his serious tone, dropped the teasing and left the room at once.

Helen stood in silence for a while, then walked up to the statue. He opened the small reliquary beside it and retrieved a golden crystal rod—roughly the size of the popsicles he used to eat as a kid.

“The Church’s Nun Seed…” He stared at it for a moment, visibly hesitant.

If I really dual-class with this and Temptress…

Am I just way too lewd?

This was the parting gift Father Anderson had left him.

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T/N: yes.

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