The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [9]

When Helen opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Natalie’s worried gaze.

“You’re awake, Sister Helen.” Natalie let out a relieved sigh.

Helen blinked in confusion, then slowly sat up—only to realize his head had been resting on Natalie’s lap.

Eye for an eye, lap pillow for a lap pillow, huh?

“When I came to and saw you collapsed near the front of the farm, I figured I’d wait until you woke up,” Natalie said, her glass-colored eyes glimmering with a faint joy. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Just the aftereffects of absorbing the seed,” Helen replied, shaking his head. Then he closed his eyes—and like a flood surging in, a wave of information washed into his mind.

Tier 1 – Temptress.

[Beauty Is a Curse]: Activating class skills may trigger latent desires in nearby beings.

[Charm of the Mind]: Can subtly influence or control an intelligent supernatural being of lower tier (only effective if the target’s will is weakened, suppressed, or willing).

[Seductive Flame]: Launches a violet fireball that damages even incorporeal beings.

A psyche-focused caster class… but hey, at least I finally have an offensive ability.
Helen sighed in relief. No more depending on guns—his aim had been downright tragic.

“I felt all this information appear in my head after I swallowed that thing. Like... magic or something?” Natalie blinked.

“That’s normal. It means you’ve crossed into the supernatural.” Helen stood up. “Once you hit Tier 3, you’ll be able to pick a subclass. But that’s a long way off.”

“Sister Helen, what are you doing?” Natalie asked as she watched Helen pick up a nearby hatchet.

Helen pointed to the demon corpses not far away. “Dissecting them. Their horns, eyes, and claws are all valuable materials.”

Natalie’s eyes widened—and then drifted to the nun’s habit Helen was still wearing.

Don’t tell me… nuns not only have to know how to shoot, but also how to dismember bodies?

“They’re all supernatural reagents. You can use them to craft items or enhance weapons,” Helen said with a smile. “And even if we don’t use them, they’ll sell for a fortune. Demon eyes, for instance, can mask supernatural signatures.”

At the mention of money, Natalie’s heart skipped a beat.

So the two of them grabbed knives and a kerosene lantern, and got to work overtime—harvesting every usable part from the three demon corpses.

The remains they didn’t need, Helen incinerated with his [Seductive Flame] spell.

No body, no evidence.

“With that, the tails are cleaned up too,” Helen said, watching the remains burn to ash, his long-held tension finally easing.

Now, even if the Church did investigate, they’d likely pin things on the three adventurers.

Helen and Natalie? One was a clueless novice nun, the other a grieving informant.

What possible link could they have to killing demons?

“Six demon horns, though one’s badly damaged. Three sets of claws. Three demon eyes. Inventory counted.” Natalie walked over and reported the haul.

Helen nodded, then turned to her. “Witches get a magic storage space at Tier 1, right? You should store everything there.”

“Me? I mean, I can... but shouldn’t all this belong to the Church?” she asked, puzzled.

“What if I don’t want to hand it over?” Helen asked with a sly smile.

He didn’t believe this girl was as innocent as she looked—not when he knew she’d become the infamous Frost Witch in the future.

Natalie fell silent for a moment. Then she covered her mouth and laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just surprised Sister Helen is even greedier than I am.”

“I just want to survive in this world. And go home.” Helen’s voice softened. “My dad’s still in the hospital... waiting for me.”

Natalie didn’t answer. She simply looked at Helen, quietly.

“You were a student at the Imperial High School, weren’t you?” Helen suddenly asked.

Natalie blinked, then gave a wry smile. “How did you know, Sister Helen?”

How?
I read your backstory in my past life.

“There was a school uniform in your farmhouse,” Helen replied smoothly, testing the waters.

“You saw that while I was unconscious?” she asked, lowering her head slightly.

Helen hadn’t expected to be right—but nodded quietly.

“Two years ago, my parents fell ill. We couldn’t afford treatment, so I used my tuition money to cover it.” Natalie continued softly, “I only studied for one year before I had to drop out.”

“Do you regret it?” Helen asked gently.

Natalie’s family hadn’t been destitute. Owning a farm outside the city counted as middle-class.

And yet, tuition and medical bills had forced her to give up school—and even then, her parents didn’t survive.

Such was the abyss of Constantinople. Of the Eastern Roman Empire.

“No. They passed smiling. That one year was enough.” Natalie closed her eyes. “Do you think... I’ll be able to keep the farm?”

“It’ll be hard. It’s only a matter of time before the Church starts investigating,” Helen said. “Never underestimate an institution.”

“What should I do then?” Natalie asked, storing the supernatural materials in her magic space.

“Help me act. Are you in?” Helen tilted his head with a mischievous smile.

Natalie looked up. “Sure. But only if you agree to one condition.”

“What condition?”

“I’ll tell you after we’re done acting.”

“Then I look forward to it.” Helen brought his hands together in a prayer gesture.

Natalie reached out and flicked his forehead.

“Mm? What was that for?”

“Helen… how about you start calling me ‘big sister’?”

“…Huh?”

“Because I’m taller than you.”

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District 33 Church

Father Anderson sobered up and came to the front of the chapel to get some water—only to find the place empty. He froze in place.

Where’s Helen?

Where was that sweet, delicate little Helen?

Just as he wondered whether she’d fallen asleep on one of the pews, he remembered—right, it was Brother Mordes on duty tonight. That calmed him a little.

Clang!

The church doors burst open. Helen, in her nun’s robes, and Natalie, in a plain skirt, came running inside.

“Helen? What’s going on?” Anderson stared, baffled.

“D-Demons… Demons… appeared at Gray Farm!” Natalie stammered, teary-eyed.

Anderson’s jaw dropped—then he shook his head in disbelief. “Impossible. Absolutely not. That’s—”

“Father Anderson, I went out to buy kerosene… and ran into them. I was saved by some passing adventurers.” Helen ran up and clung to his left arm.

Anderson froze, mind short-circuiting. “W-Were they… taken care of?”

“A huge fire burned my farm to the ground,” Natalie chimed in, grabbing his right arm just like Helen. “The battle between the adventurers and the demons left me homeless, Father.”

Anderson was silent for a moment—then suddenly broke free from both of them and rushed to the armory. He pulled out a spare key and opened the door.

Inside, the rifles and pistols were neatly arranged. Ammunition stacked cleanly in their boxes. Everything looked freshly organized.

“…What’s wrong, Father?” Helen ran up, feigning concern.

Anderson stood there in silence, then turned back to face her—and Natalie behind her.

“Father?”

“Neither of you are allowed to leave the church today.” Anderson’s expression was grim. “Don’t wander off without my permission. It’s dangerous.”

“Understood, Father.” Helen closed his eyes and brought his hands together in solemn prayer.

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