The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [10]

“Do you believe what those two said down there?”

Atop the roof of the District 33 church, a man in black robes turned to ask the green-robed cleric beside him.

The green-robed priest bowed respectfully. “Revered High Priest, the fire at Gray Farm has been extinguished.”

“So you do believe them?”

“There was indeed a trace of blasphemous energy present, but those two are clearly ordinary people. And with the recent surge of vagrants and adventurers outside the city walls, I believe they were simply caught in the chaos by accident.”

“Do I look like I care about the demons?” The black-robed High Priest turned fully to face the man. “This is a sensitive time. What I care about is stability—and the stability of my people. This is the key moment for my promotion to Archbishop.”

“I will coordinate fully with the Empire to investigate the influx of vagrants,” the green-robed cleric replied. “I will ensure no trouble falls upon you, My Lord.”

“Good. That’s what really matters. Whether the demon story is true or false is irrelevant. What’s important is that demons do not appear in Constantinople.” The High Priest turned and issued a crisp order. “You know how to write the report, don’t you? You also know what to say to Father Anderson… don’t you, Father Demetri?”

“The report to the Inquisition will say: ‘Bandits disguised as demons attacked a farm outside the city. They were eliminated by passing adventurers.’” Father Demetri bowed again. “I will handle the rest. I’ll also see to it that Father Anderson is transferred away to avoid any fallout.”

The black-robed High Priest nodded in satisfaction. Then his figure vanished from the church rooftop, leaving Demetri drenched in sweat.

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Next Morning.
District 33 Church.

“Father Anderson, in recognition of your service and dedication to our Lord, you are hereby appointed High Deacon. You are to report to the Hagia Sophia Cathedral immediately.”

Demetri handed a silk-wrapped parchment scroll to Anderson.

“This came from above?” Anderson looked at the green-robed priest before him, a cold sweat forming on his brow.

“It’s a protective measure. If you weren’t a Tier 2, no one would bother moving you this way. But you’re a man of the High Priest now. If anything happens to you, it reflects on him.” Demetri’s tone turned grave. “The imperial capital is no longer stable. A demonic outbreak is looming. Some places... are expendable.”

“Something’s happened to the Patriarch’s prophecy?” Anderson’s gut tightened at those words.

“You don’t need to know. Tell me—who do you trust most here?” Demetri leaned down to look at the kneeling Anderson.

“Helen... no, Brother Mordes,” Anderson murmured, lowering his head.

Demetri narrowed his eyes, then continued calmly, “Then let you make the appointment. If something leaks, they’ll be the ones thrown under the carriage.”

Anderson remained silent.

“Mercy is a gift from the Lord. Protecting yourself means you can serve Him longer.” Demetri sat down and added quietly, “Helen can survive... so long as she remains a normal person.”

Only then did Anderson fully prostrate himself at Demetri’s feet.

Demetri let out a long sigh. He and Anderson were both nearing fifty, men who had given their lives to the Church.

Who doesn’t want a child they can be proud of?

But reality was rarely so kind.

“Keep faith.” Demetri closed his eyes and offered a silent prayer.

Father Anderson’s transfer to the cathedral took Helen by surprise. For a moment, he thought his secret had been discovered.

But when Anderson summoned him and Brother Mordes to the resting room, that tension finally eased.

“Brother Mordes, you’ve labored your whole life, shepherding the faithful. You are hereby promoted to Priest, and appointed acting head of the District 33 Church.” Anderson, seated, read aloud from the scroll, then rolled it up and handed it to the kneeling Mordes.

Mordes stared, wide-eyed.

I just lazed my way into a promotion?!

“You may go now. Use the next two years to prepare for Tier 2 advancement,” Anderson said, then turned his gaze to Helen, still kneeling on the prayer cushion.

Mordes, still dazed, bowed and exited, closing the door behind him.

“Helen, Novice Nun. For your devotion to the Lord and service to the flock, you are promoted to Full Nun. You may now live within the monastery.” Anderson read softly, then handed Helen the sealed parchment.

Helen didn’t take it. He looked up instead.

“You’re leaving, Father Anderson?”

“I’ve been assigned to a department at Hagia Sophia. I’ll visit when I can.” Anderson nodded slightly.

Helen still didn’t reach for the scroll.

“Was this appointment from the Cathedral?”

“Yes. But it was handed to me by the Inquisition.” Anderson narrowed his eyes. “Tell me what really happened last night.”

Helen lowered his head without a word.

Sigh.

“Make sure to refill the ammo crates,” Anderson said. “Even with padding beneath them, a trained eye will spot the difference.”

Helen looked up, startled.

“Don’t look at me like that. It took me all night to figure it out.” Anderson stepped forward and knelt in front of Helen.

“You’re smart. You returned to the church while I was still drunk, cleaned up the weapons, then hid outside and waited for me to wake up. But that story from last night—it was fiction. Understood?”

“Yes, Father,” Helen said respectfully, bowing his head.

“On paper, Mordes runs the church now. But we both know what he’s worth. Take care of District 33.” Anderson stood and headed for the side door.

“Father Anderson, will you ever come back?” Helen rose and called after him.

Anderson stopped, sighed, then resumed walking—disappearing through the door.

Helen stood there, watching the man’s back, dazed.

He didn’t know what to make of Anderson. Good or bad. But the man had been kind to him—kind in the way only someone whose interests were tied to yours could be.

And yet... there had been warmth.

Maybe that’s just what human connection is.

“Father Anderson, your wine—” Helen suddenly remembered, calling out.

Clatter-clatter!

Anderson rushed back, grabbed the box of wine from under the table, and cleared his throat. “Sister Helen, if something goes wrong, consult Mordes. If all else fails—make him take the blame.”

Helen smiled. “Understood, Father Anderson.”

Anderson looked at her seriously. “You... are an ordinary person, right?”

“Do you want the truth, Father?” Helen stepped closer.

Anderson closed his eyes slightly. “Demon eyes, even if they hide your aura, are toxic. If you don’t detox quickly, it’ll hurt you. Drink salt water tonight. Garlic too. And eat off silver.”

“Thank you, Father Anderson.” Helen brought his palms together in a prayer gesture.

“There’s still one nun’s seed in my quiet room,” Anderson said as he turned to leave.

Helen knelt, watching him walk away, and performed the nun’s standard prayer blessing.

“I’m not dead yet!”

“I know.”

“Then what are you doing giving me last rites?!”

“Safe travels, Anderson… uncle.”

Helen opened his eyes, and his enchanting green gaze glittered.

Anderson’s steps slowed.

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T/N: so nun and a temptress huh, awooooooooooooooooooooga

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