Chapter 36: Comedian

At this moment, Eleanor felt like crying. She had never encountered anything so miserable in her entire life.

Even if he touched her, fine. But then he said she was padded? That was just plain hurtful.

Even though she actually was padded, that didn’t stop Eleanor from immediately putting on a look of tearful eyes, full of shame and indignation.

“Uh…”

Anderson was equally embarrassed. He looked at the feather duster in Eleanor’s hand, then at his opened wardrobe.

This nun… was probably just cleaning his room for him.

She was holding his clothes in her hand—looked like they hadn’t been washed yet. Was she about to wash them?

“Sorry?”

“Say sorry after you take your hand off, hey!”

Eleanor was both embarrassed and annoyed, but she couldn’t show it too clearly, or her personality might overlap too much with Ainola’s.

She thought her disguise was good, but her acting still wasn’t perfect enough to fool anyone completely.

So she could only suppress her urge to kick Anderson in the face as much as possible, and said, “Or do you plan to act like a pervert toward me, Lord Inquisitor?”

Hearing Sister Eleanor’s words, Anderson could only sheepishly withdraw his hand, then said,

“I thought there was another thief in the room. I was a bit oversensitive. Sorry.”

“I know, Mr. Pervert. You don’t need to explain too much.”

Faced with Eleanor’s words, Anderson cried out in injustice. He had no choice but to ask Eleanor,

“Well… actually, I also wanted to ask, Miss Eleanor, why did you turn off the light?”

“The light was already off. I don’t have magic or any tools, so naturally I couldn’t turn it on.”

Eleanor’s lying tone had no flaw. After hearing this, Anderson checked the magic lamp and indeed found its magic power depleted.

“Besides, I have the Cat Clan bloodline, so I have some night vision. That’s why I was previously assigned to check the magic lamps.”

“No wonder…”

Anderson didn’t know about Ainola’s bloodline, so Eleanor openly admitting her bloodline wouldn’t make Anderson connect her to Ainola.

“Anyway, I’ve finished cleaning. All routine duties are complete. Lord Inquisitor, I should be going now.”

Eleanor was now just an ordinary nun. She respectfully bowed to Anderson and left the room.

Once Eleanor left the Temple Knights, she immediately dropped the act. She kicked a telephone pole hard twice, as if it were Anderson.

“Dirty pervert! Filthy scumbag!”

All her shame and displeasure were vented on that poor telephone pole. After kicking, she fumed,

“I swear I’ll get revenge! Damn Anderson!”

“You should say, ‘I swear I’ll get revenge,’ Miss Ainola.”

Spark laughed, as if enjoying the schadenfreude.

“In a way, you should be glad those three pieces of additional armor protected you.”

“There’s no difference at all! It’s like if I wore a bra and someone groped me—it’s still the same as being directly groped, right?”

Having been a girl for 17 years, Ainola’s thinking was now pretty close to a real girl’s.

Scientifically speaking, physiology and hormones had a huge impact on a person, and changes were subtle.

Even though the young Ainola always insisted she would be a tomboy, she eventually ended up like this.

Only now she was a bit more mischievous.

“So how do you plan to get back at him? Don’t end up giving yourself away again.”

“When have I ever given myself away, hey?”

Ainola said indignantly.

“Those were all accidents. Unavoidable things, okay?”

On this point, Ainola had something to say. When had she ever given herself away?

Her honorable strategic retreat had been caught by Anderson—did that count as giving herself away?

No, it didn’t.

“Alright, alright, I get it.”

Spark covered her ears. She knew Ainola’s personality too well—she was still a competitive girl at heart.

So she steered the conversation back and asked,

“So how do you plan to get revenge?”

“Well…” Ainola’s face darkened.

“Before, I only planned to sell his clothes. But now I have to steal his shorts too, or else I won’t be able to forgive myself for this injured heart.”

After all, with the mysterious person’s pricing, a single pair of shorts was worth several thousand gold coins.

That should count as compensation for emotional distress, right?

“I feel like your behavior is no different from a female hooligan.”

“No, no, no, there’s a big difference. I’m not using them to… you know.”

Ainola shook her head repeatedly. She was pure and honorable. How could she do something so filthy?

Even if she did… she would never admit it.

“Are you moving tonight?”

“Yes.”

With that, Ainola cleared her throat twice and shifted back to Eleanor’s voice.

Then she walked toward the Temple Knights.

Even though Eleanor wasn’t scheduled for tonight, the gate knight was an old acquaintance. After exchanging a few greetings, Eleanor was allowed back into the residential area.

“You’re going in with this identity?”

“What else? Do you think I could get in looking like Ainola?”

Eleanor rolled her eyes at Spark, then carefully crept toward Anderson’s room.

Since she had washed his clothes earlier, she knew where they were hung.

Maybe they weren’t “fresh” anymore…

But if you don’t tell and I don’t tell, who would know?

Eleanor’s lips curled up slightly, smiling like an evil villain.

The clothes were hung on the balcony, and Anderson never drew the curtains. She just had to come quietly and leave as quietly as the breeze.

Even though Anderson’s room was on the third floor, that was nothing for an assassin.

“I feel like you’re the most comedic assassin ever.”

Spark covered her face, watching Eleanor climb up the pipe. She couldn’t bear to look anymore.

“Money, money. A little sacrifice of image like this is nothing.”

As she spoke, Eleanor had already climbed to the balcony of Anderson’s room.

Looking at the full rack of clothes, she saw gold coins everywhere.

“Heh~ Doesn’t hurt to take a few pieces and sell them, considering I washed all his clothes for him?”

Eleanor finally stretched her sinful hands toward Anderson’s clothes.

But just as she touched them, the curtain was pulled open.

Anderson, fresh out of the shower and shirtless, saw a refined and lovely young girl standing before him. Under the moonlight, her already delicate face took on an extra holy radiance, making her look like an angel descending…

Except in her hands, she was holding his shorts.

Faced with this scene, Anderson was silent for a moment, then slowly pulled the curtain back.

“Sorry, go ahead.”

“Wait, let me explain!”