After finishing his bath and changing into a set of pajamas, Loki returned to the living room and found the girl—who fancied herself as reserved—leaning against the balcony railing.
Her silver hair flowed in the wind like waves wrapped in moonlight, gently rolling to the right.
Her eyes were half-closed, hands clasped over her lower abdomen, and her perfectly smooth, milky-white legs were crossed front and back.
The pink-tinged heel of her right foot slipped out slightly from her slippers, creating a small triangular gap just big enough to fit a tongue.
The sheer white dress shrouded in a haze no longer felt as provocative as before.
Instead, it carried a sacred aura, as if the figure standing there was a fragile goddess fallen to the mortal world.
As long as she didn’t speak, wherever she was, she could become a priceless masterpiece.
Watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the shape of her lips, Loki felt as though even his soul would be drawn into her.
Unfortunately, Loki didn’t have a soul, so this could only remain a feeling.
How exactly did she become the Saintess?
Before being caught by his hand— the Hand of Truth—what kind of life did she live?
Were her family still around?
Perhaps it was the natural lyricism of the night, or maybe it was his brain’s own idle whims when resting, but facing this girl whom he had likely destroyed, Loki found it hard not to ponder these questions.
Yet, the subtle way Selulu interacted with him made him almost forget to ask these questions that should have been at the forefront of his mind.
No matter the outcome, his position as the perpetrator would never change.
Therefore, the final judgment should be pronounced personally by Selulu.
That’s how things were supposed to unfold.
But now, it was all in limbo.
Loki felt like a criminal standing in the defendant’s seat, waiting for plaintiff Selulu to accuse him of his crimes, only to have her suddenly say, “I want to marry him,” leaving him at a loss.
So at this point, even if she was serious, Loki couldn’t take it as truth.
…What a headache.
“Had enough of staring?”
Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes and laughed teasingly.
“At times like this, you’re supposed to say in a gentle voice, ‘You’ll catch a cold,’ while offering me your jacket.”
“…In an environment that can give you a cold, do you really think throwing on a jacket solves everything?”
“Hmph, a pragmatist really has no sense of romance.
I can’t imagine when you’d have the chance to live under the same roof with a girl—especially a super beautiful, kind, gentle, and lovely girl like me—if I weren’t around.”
“Yeah, yeah, that must have been such a hardship for you.”
Loki obediently replied.
“The super beautiful, kind, gentle, and lovely Miss Selulu.”
“So—”
Selulu cupped her cheeks and blinked affectionately, exhaling an excited breath.
“You can do whatever you want with me. No traps, no resistance… of course, if you think that’s not thrilling enough, I can roleplay to fit your preferences.”
She struck a deliberately seductive pose, accentuating her figure like a ripe fruit fallen to the ground, ready to be picked up and eaten on the spot if Loki wished.
This woman was losing it again.
Loki couldn’t figure out whether it was he who had broken her, or if the Church’s way of training nuns had suppressed her into this state.
After a while, seeing Loki remain silent, Selulu crossed her arms and looked at the unyielding man with a pout.
“…Why are you staring at me like that, all suspicious? Am I some wild beast escaped from the zoo, ready to attack anyone?”
“You did kind of look like that just now.”
“Hmph~ Then you’d better sleep with your eyes open tonight.”
“Speaking of which, there’s something I’m really curious about.
Are all the Saintesses of the Church a bit… strange like you?”
Loki asked.
As long as one lived in this world, it was impossible not to interact with the Church.
After all, given the objective reality that “gods” did exist, faith could genuinely save lives at critical moments, and the devotion of believers would be rewarded accordingly.
Therefore, this ancient and vast organization was essentially an “armed chanting corps,” where even clerical staff had to join the battle when needed.
But their main focus was on matters related to the Sea of Souls, such as eliminating “leakages,” purifying corruption, and eradicating desecrators or heretics.
They had little interest in the “normal” conflicts among humans.
Hence, children trained and educated by such an organization naturally differed from ordinary people.
Not to mention the numerous branches, which operated quite independently, making the differences between one disciple and another possibly greater than that between a disciple and a heretic.
“Huh? What’s strange about me?”
Selulu looked at Loki with a coquettish glare, as if she found nothing unusual about her own behavior.
“Let me make this clear first: I’m nothing like those crazy old hags.
You’d better avoid them when you see them—I’ve secretly slipped laxatives into their food more than once because of how badly they badmouth you.”
She said proudly, as if a tail had sprouted behind her and was wagging vigorously.
What a terrible woman.
Though it sounded like she did it for his sake, couldn’t she have picked a more normal way?
“So over time, a rumor started that anyone who mentioned the Soulless would be cursed with diarrhea, and after that, no one dared badmouth you again!”
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Loki wanted to retort, but considering his reputation was already rock bottom with no further room to fall, he pressed on with his questions.
“So what kind of bad things did they say about me?”
“Stuff like tearing you into pieces to make specimens, hanging them from the cathedral dome as chandeliers, and drowning you in the cesspool for three days and nights.”
Well done, Selulu.
Loki immediately nodded in approval of her actions.
Still, it was hard to imagine a group of beautiful girls in white casually gathering to talk about such topics.
It was like overhearing delinquents huddled in a corner discussing the economy or international politics—the topic itself was fine, but the participants made it laughable.
Ah.
It was better not to hold any expectations for women who truly fit the traditional definition of “Saintess” in this world.
“Did you ever get caught doing those things?”
“Yeah, but I beat them all down, so they had no choice but to submit.
As the winner, I made them promise never to mention you again or to mess with you behind your back.”
Selulu jogged over to Loki and suddenly threw herself onto the sofa from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“How’s that? Impressive, right? Give me some praise!”
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