The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [3]

Clang!

As the armory door creaked open, a cloud of dust billowed out, sending Helen into a coughing fit.

“No wonder Anderson panicked when he heard about the inspection—this place has clearly never been cleaned!”

Covering his nose and mouth with one hand, Helen eyed the dust warily, worried it might affect the weapons' functionality.

To be fair, it wasn’t entirely Anderson’s fault. The Church as an institution remained wary of most forms of technology—especially firearms. But since guns were undeniably useful for managing the laity, every parish had still been issued some basic weaponry.

The problem was that most Church officials were supernatural practitioners who rarely touched guns. As a result, armories like this were often neglected.

At least the storage protocols were still strict—these were weapons, after all.

“There’s enough here to equip a full squad… but they’re all rifles. Is there nothing smaller?” Helen scanned the wall lined with long guns, frustration rising.

With a frame as slim as a girl’s, he wasn’t confident he could even lift a rifle, much less fire one without training.

Finally, after rummaging through a back shelf, he found a compact pistol tucked into a corner. It looked vaguely like a Beretta from his previous life—though smaller, and clearly less refined.

The firearms in this world were nowhere near as advanced as Earth’s, but this one would do.

“Please let there be a manual or something…” Helen muttered, remembering that he’d only just graduated university in his previous life. He hadn’t even touched a real gun before, let alone understood the difference between a magazine and a clip—or what a revolver cylinder was.

Still, there was no turning back. He’d just have to wing it. Even if I’ve never butchered a pig, I’ve at least seen one run…

With no instruction manual in sight, he covered his face with a hand and braced himself.

I really, really don’t want to be forced into a ‘suicide’…

Low-level demons were generally Tier 1 or Tier 2 supernatural beings—within the range that firearms could deal with. The real problem was that demons had partial resistance to ranged attacks. Melee was often required to deal real damage.

So yes, this little exorcism trip still carried serious risk.

But if he made it through, he might just get his hands on supernatural power.

Demons, once killed, sometimes leaked seeds of supernatural energy. And even if they didn’t, maybe bringing one back intact could convince Anderson to hand one over.

Lots of backup plans, sure—but they’re all gambles. I can only rely on myself.

Helen’s gaze fell on the silver double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall.

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Around 5:00 PM. The sun dipped toward the horizon.

“May the Holy Light bless us all!”

Under Helen’s lead, the day’s community prayer for District 33 came to an end.

The older monks and nuns exchanged a few words with him before departing alongside the gathered citizens.

Helen smiled warmly as he saw them off. Once the church was empty and he was alone on duty, the crystal mounted on the wall to the left began to hum.

He approached it, puzzled.

This was their old-fashioned communication crystal—basically the magical equivalent of a landline. Their poor parish couldn’t afford individual communication crystals, so this one served as the communal phone for all church staff.

“Father Anderson, something’s come up. I might be late getting to the church tonight…”

“All right, Brother Mordes.”

“Oh—Helen? It’s you on shift today?” came Brother Mordes’ surprised voice from the crystal.

Helen replied with a cheerful smile, “Yes, Brother Mordes. It’s fine if you’re late. I was planning to stay overnight at the church anyway.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a flicker of temptation crept into Mordes’ tone.

“…Well, if I get too tied up with things—”

“Don’t worry, leave it to me! I’ll make sure the church stays safe tonight!” Helen pressed his hands together theatrically for emphasis, as if to seal the vow.

Sensing Helen’s enthusiasm, Brother Mordes slapped his chest and promised, “Tomorrow I’ll take you to the Upper City myself, how’s that?”

Helen, naturally, agreed wholeheartedly. After exchanging a few more casual remarks, he ended the call.

He let out a quiet breath. Bought myself some time.

But just as he relaxed, the front door creaked open.

“Um… excuse me… is this where I can ask for help?”

Along with the sound of the door, a clear but trembling voice rang out.

Helen turned around—and saw a white-haired girl standing in the entryway. Her glass-colored eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m the sister on duty here. I’ll listen to anything you have to say,” Helen said, suppressing his own nerves. He kept his voice as gentle as he could manage.

The game quest from his past life… was really happening.

He couldn’t have mistaken her—this girl was burned into his memory from countless forum posts.

The white-haired girl before him was none other than Natalie—the future Frost Witch of legend.

In his past life, anime fans had pointed out her resemblance to a certain “trash witch” named Elaina. And as one of the first boss characters added after the open beta, she stood out not only for her power, but for being human-looking—and cute.

But right now, she was a Tier 0 ordinary person.

Not the Tier 4 sorceress who could freeze entire landscapes.

Which meant… she was just a normal girl. Like him. Together, they probably couldn’t even handle a full-grown adult—let alone low-level demons.

“M-my family’s farm… it’s been overrun by demons! Real ones!” Natalie cried out.

Helen put on a shocked face for effect, then slowly composed himself, asking with cautious skepticism, “Could it be… just some outlaws disguising themselves? Have you reported it to the city guard?”

Natalie’s expression dimmed. “I did. They didn’t believe me. They said it was probably just bandits pretending to be demons.”

The city’s gates had strict security checks. She’d waited in line from morning till late afternoon just to get in and make the report.

But the guards dismissed her. Told her to talk to the local village militia—regular people—who were the ones that sent her to the city in the first place.

And now… even the nun was brushing her off.

Then what was the point of hiding all night? The cattle, the sheep… they’re probably all dead. What do I even have left to live for?

If I can’t even protect what my parents left me… what’s the point of surviving?

Just as Natalie teetered on the edge of despair, Helen… lifted his nun’s skirt.

And revealed the small revolver strapped to his pale, smooth thigh.

Natalie: ???

“Where are the demons? Tell me where—and we’ll go together!” Helen struck a gallant pose, voice filled with righteousness.

Natalie: …

That mood shift was kinda extreme, wasn’t it?

Helen placed one hand on his hip and drew the pistol in a smooth motion.

“Demon hunting is part of our church’s sacred duty. Now lead the way!”

Natalie hesitated, then stood up and asked carefully, “But we need an exit permit to leave the city…”

“I’m a registered city nun. I have mine. As for you…” Helen trailed off, then pointed to the spare nun outfit on the bench.

“Put that on.”

Natalie fell silent again. For some reason, she had the distinct feeling that this tiny nun had… planned all of this in advance.

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T/N: looking at the shotgun ay heh, and just the image of the nun pulling out a gun from her skirt LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO oh hmm u guys prob want an image huh

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