The Coercion of Scum

Wearing a black nun's dress with white borders and black gauze on his head, it seemed as if there was a clean and a little embarrassed face under the hair of Mithril.

The next window was shining into the afternoon sun, causing her body to be stained with a somewhat holy halo.

From her facial features, she should be someone about my age, probably because of lack of faith. She actually fell asleep in such a place.

There is a table and chair next to it. It was originally a place for exchanging admonitions with believers, but a few books were spread out in a mess.

I took a closer look and couldn’t help but take a breath

High school math.

And it's the first grade version.

Doesn't that mean she is also a freshman in high school? Why would you be a nun in the confession room wearing monastic uniforms?

"Hey hey, believers in need of salvation, I'm sorry that God's spokesperson came late just now, but it's definitely not that I fell asleep, it's just a test God added to you."

Under my stunned gaze, the beautiful girl rubbed her eyes and spoke with ease to me.

This, this is a temporary worker, right?

Seeing the nun's unspiritual appearance, I couldn't help thinking whether this person was actually a high school student who came here to find a job, just because he was beautiful and was taken in by the person in charge here.

however--

"Hey, did you dye your hair! Which school do you come from!"

Baiji stared directly, and yelled at the girl.

Is your focus actually there! ! ! !

I can't help but start to complain in my heart.

The nun seemed to be taken aback, and then she began to say to Bletilla in a crappy tone:

"No silk, I seem to be crooked. The white hair belongs to Tiansen."

"Oh, I see."

Hearing the girl's somewhat contrived and weird Chinese, Baiji showed a suddenly realized expression, and at the same time nodded with an understanding.

Although Baiji was perfunctory, I always felt something was wrong. Didn't she still speak fluent Chinese to us just now? And I'm still reading high school mathematics, is this really a foreigner?

Sure enough, after Bletilla showed a convincing expression, the nun put her hand to her mouth instead and let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"Hahaha, little sister, you are really cheating, sister, I am a high school student, and my hair is indeed dyed, because you see, aren't the legendary saints with blond hair and silver hair?"

"What? Little sister? I'm already a high school student, oh no wonder nun!!"

As a result, Baiji was very honestly provoked and taken the bait. She raised the corner of her eyes and started waving her broom, as if she was about to use a broom to chop people.

Although the little one is really a Halloween cosplay with a mini broom, it’s not good to make trouble in this kind of place. Sure enough, when I held Bletilla, the nun looked at us with a dull and troubled look. .

"Sorry, sorry."

"It's okay, I have to take care of my sister..."

After I apologized, the nun looked at Jasmine who was hugging me tightly, and then gently covered her mouth with her hand.

"Or is this kid the daughter of an uncle and aunt?"

"Ah, female female female female daughter? I, I, I think first-born daughters are indeed good?"

Jasmine, who had always been just immersed in the joy of hugging me, seemed to react to the word daughter, and saw that she took the words happily, and at the same time approached me with a somewhat ambiguous tone——

"Darling, what do you think?"

"I, I, I don't care."

My eyelids began to jump wildly, and I felt that before I even talked to the nun, things were already out of track, and I didn't know what to do.

"Ah, Darling? Are you really a husband and wife? What a lovely daughter, but remember not to come to church in the form of a witch next time. You will desecrate this place, because you are a child. Pass you~"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not the daughter of this trash!"

Baiji's face flushed red, and she reached into her pocket tremblingly, as if she was about to take out her card to fight.

Of course I don’t want to make a big deal about this person’s power level. I can only hold her hand and warn her that I paid the price of hot pot for coming over this time, so don’t hinder me. Bletilla striata is angry now. Withdrawing his hand unevenly, he walked to the corner of the confession room and drew circles with a depressed look.

When things finally got on the right track, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Ah, hello, nun, I did come to this place to seek confession and help, please help me!"

"Well, in this case, let's start the confession according to the process."

"Process?"

"Ok."

The nun nodded and smiled sweetly at me.

Immediately she started her business and explained it to me proficiently: "The procedure of confession is to examine, repent, confess, repent, forgive, and redeem, and it is to be told to the priest. You must first say, "I ask the priest for help." Fu, let me confess my sinner...', but because the priest is on a business trip today, I am solely responsible for this. You only need to confess to me."

"Uh... wait a minute, why would you replace the priest?"

"Didn't I say that? The priest is on a business trip, and he won't be back tomorrow Sunday."

"Uh...I'm not here to repent, I'm closer to asking for help."

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I rubbed my hands awkwardly, wanting to explain the situation.

"Hey? What is that?"

The nun's eyes widened and she looked at a loss.

Oops, there seems to be no difference between this young nun and the young witch. They don't seem to be reliable, it's a typical one who asks three questions.

I muttered secretly, and at the same time looked at Bletilla striata who was squatting in the corner and continuing to draw circles.

No, no, it's all here, even if I try my luck, I have to try it!

With this determination, I pointed to Jasmine:

"Please, Sister, my daughter and girlfriend are possessed by demons!"

"Uh...huh?"

The nun, who had put on a little bit of the Virgin of Relief and stared at me seriously, suddenly made a weird noise when I said this.