Chapter 32: Fallen
“I’m home.”
The quiet house offered no response.
As if accustomed to living alone, Angel drew the curtains, locked the door, plunging the room into darkness. She undressed and immersed herself in the icy bathwater.
The water enveloped her, a long-awaited coolness spreading through her body. Her heart, which had pounded relentlessly throughout the night, finally found a moment of respite. The sensation of being surrounded by water felt like returning to her mother’s embrace, her thoughts blurring, losing herself in the sensation.
Until goosebumps erupted on her skin, followed by a throbbing pain between her legs, the unforgettable details of last night replaying like a nightmare…
“Waaah…”
Washing herself over and over again, Angel used up all the shower gel and soap, but the scars left by that woman remained deeply etched within her.
“Why did you do this to me? What did I do wrong…?”
She cried hysterically at the mirror, her only response her own beautiful face and a mournful smile.
“Lena… Lena… how did I offend you…?”
Angel hugged her legs, submerging her head in the water, attempting to drown herself, to end it all.
But moments later, bubbles rose to the surface, and Angel emerged from the bathtub, gasping for air.
She was too afraid of death.
If she had to choose between death and humiliation, it would undoubtedly be the latter.
Could she be called cowardly?
No, most people feared death, their helplessness in its face stemming from their unfulfilled desires, their unfinished lives.
Death was the ultimate destination for everyone. Without attachment, there would be no reluctance.
Without reluctance, there would be no helplessness.
Those who accepted their fate were few.
One day, everyone would meet the same end, but Angel refused to be the first!
“Aaaaaah…”
Angel pounded the water in frustration until her hands were numb, the pain making her gasp. “Lena! Lena! Lena!!!”
After venting, she started crying again, tears streaming down her face. “I… waaaah… I will escape from your grasp! You must have a weakness, just wait until I find it!”
After her outburst, she had to accept reality.
She had become someone’s kitten, to be toyed with at will, to roll over on command. The contract bound her, and those who violated it would have their souls stripped away and offered to the Demon Lord of the Abyss, subjected to eternal torment.
So, the contents of the contract couldn’t be defied.
She might as well be turned into a cream puff by Lena…
Lost in thought, Angel picked up a towel.
Her delicate figure resembled a willow branch swaying in the wind, the pale moonlight filtering through the bathroom window, casting shadows on her fair skin.
Her breasts had started to develop. Soon, Lena’s one hand wouldn’t be enough to hold them, and she, like others Lena had dominated, would gradually lose herself to desire.
“I don’t want that.”
Angel covered her chest, recalling the details of last night. Lena had been like a wild beast out of control!
“Can someone really keep going until dawn…?”
Lena had redefined Angel’s understanding of human stamina.
A seemingly defenseless Necromancer, yet possessing the endurance of a Dragon Knight, the wildness of a Berserker, and the stamina of a Warrior…
A true decathlete! She had been tormented all night, even her strength to resist stolen away with a kiss.
“Ugh, I never want to experience that again…”
Angel shuddered at the thought of Lena.
“And today, Lena even targeted Professor Agnes. Although I’m worried about the professor’s safety, her presence has lessened the pressure on me, and I’ve also seen another side of Lena…”
If she obediently followed Lena’s every whim at the academy, perhaps Lena would leave her alone.
After a simple meal in her dormitory, Angel put on a clean nun’s uniform, concealing her striking pink hair with a black hood, the rebellious blue highlights peeking through, a hint of youthful defiance.
Her lower body remained largely unchanged, except for her cute shoes, which were replaced by high boots, paired with white stockings with cross patterns, looking neat and capable.
“Hopefully, Instructor Anthony won’t catch me dressed like this. Hmm, I should be able to get away with it.”
…
Passing through the dense snow-needle forest, she hurried to the monastery located within the Priest Academy.
As the bell tolled, the prayer began.
Angel, arriving late, was stopped by Bishop Anthony. It was obvious she was tardy…
“My child, why are you late today?”
The kind voice belonged to a middle-aged man with a goatee. Bishop Anthony gestured for Angel to calm down.
“I… I lost track of time while bathing…” Angel stammered, trying to make an excuse. “It definitely won’t happen again…”
“The prayer has already begun, my child. The last prayer today will be in two hours. I believe you can wait to make up for your mistake, right?”
“Y-yes, Bishop Anthony.”
Satisfied with her answer, Anthony nodded with a smile and walked away.
Angel glanced in the direction he had gone, the clouds of worry dissipating from her heart.
“So scary… Bishop Anthony is still as terrifying as ever, a wolf in sheep’s clothing…”
As the sole authority in the Priest Academy’s monastery, Bishop Anthony had absolute power over the nuns, even holding a crucial vote in the Saintess election.
Angel didn’t dare offend him.
To be elected Saintess, she came to the monastery every day to pray devoutly, aiming to make herself known to Bishop Anthony and build a relationship with him.
There were twelve votes in total, but more than twenty Saintess candidates.
There were at least three other candidates competing with her in the monastery alone, not to mention other talented candidates with beauty and talent comparable to hers. The competition was fierce.
The necromantic spell on Little White was most likely a result of their joint scheme…
“If it weren’t for Little White being cursed, I wouldn’t have panicked and sought help from Lena, and I wouldn’t have become her prisoner…”
This chain of events made Angel even more disgusted with those Saintess candidates she had only met once.
As luck would have it, while waiting for the next prayer, one of those Saintess candidates appeared uninvited.
“Isn’t this our idol superstar, the rumored mistress of Miss Falmouth?”
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