Get ahead of the fallen heroine and make the minotaur the victim.

The nun, who was already speechless with anger at Noah's performance, held her head and looked away at the ground.

She was still worried about Noah, but Noah went out to buy coffee on his own.

Damn it! I should have just ignored him!

"Hey, Sister, don't be so excited. How about a cup of coffee?"

Noah, who was deliberately trying to anger her, then took the initiative to hand her the coffee he had taken a few sips of. It seemed like a loving gesture, but if you think about it carefully, it always felt like coaxing a child.

“…Who wants the drink you’ve already had? I really despise you, so please buy me a new drink, the most expensive and premium one!”

Putting down her right hand that was pressing on her aching headache, the nun expressed her disgust bluntly and glared at Noah's face fiercely.

She made a request to Noah in a tone as if she had a deep hatred for him, but it was not actually difficult.

"Oh, that's no problem. In fact, I was planning to ask you, Sister Sister, to come and taste it."

Noah was not affected by the nun's "I'm very unhappy now!" and responded to her anger with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face.

"Then please call me!"

Hearing this, Clotil could no longer hold back.

Good man! If you said so earlier, why did you disappear without saying anything?

Could it be that this annoying man was actually enjoying teasing her?

……

……

PS. Today is the fourth update! Continue tomorrow!

(Thanks for the readers' concern. I've actually been a night owl for a long time recently, so I didn't have a bad rest. But as I said a few days ago, the update time is indeed a bit late. I'm also working hard to correct it. I was a little addicted to playing games last night, so the update was late and it has been delayed until now. It's all the games that delayed me!)

121. Give me one too!

Inside the coffee shop, Clotil, dressed as a nun, was sitting dignifiedly in her seat with a serious expression as if she was waiting to participate in a ceremony, thus attracting the attention of many people in the store.

As she was used to other people's gazes, Clotil was not nervous. Anyway, she did not look abnormal at all and her sexual marks had not appeared. She did not think there was anything to be ashamed of.

However, she also knew that it was a bit strange for a nun to come to such a trendy and fashionable place. If she hadn't just followed the atmosphere and asked Noah to invite her, she would definitely not have come in.

"Here, Sister Sister, the top-quality coffee you ordered."

And when Noah placed the steaming cup of coffee in front of her like a waiter.

Clotil's originally solemn expression inevitably showed a hint of tension.

Is this the drink Noah wanted to give her just now?

Even though it looks dark and unpalatable, it unexpectedly smells okay?

As a nun, this was the first time for Clotil to drink coffee. She had only heard of this special drink which had become increasingly popular recently, and her impression of it was just a "new drink that some people liked".

Therefore, it is inevitable to feel nervous and curious about it.

"Ah……"

But at this moment, Noah, who was sitting opposite her, seemed to laugh because her reaction was so funny, so Clotil immediately raised his head in dissatisfaction and looked at Noah and said:

"…So? There's no etiquette that must be followed?"

"Etiquette? What is that? But Sister, if you want to pray seriously for five minutes just to have a drink, then I won't stop you."

Noah casually answered her questions while sipping coffee from his cup.

"..."

Noah's behavior made Clotil even more unhappy, because it was a disrespect to her beliefs no matter how you looked at it.

But this time, everyone around was looking at her with curiosity, so she couldn't get angry. She had to follow Noah's example, pick up the coffee cup, and put the black liquid into her mouth while enduring her dissatisfaction.

But she didn't notice it when she let the coffee cup just touch her lips and hadn't tilted yet.

The corners of Noah's mouth curled up first, as if he already knew what would happen next.

"!?"

Sure enough, the next second the nun's eyes widened, and she put the coffee cup back down as quickly as possible while turning her face in a direction no one else could see, revealing an expression full of pain and discomfort.

What is this? How can it be so bitter? It smells pretty good!

"Oh, what's wrong? Sister, this is the most high-end and expensive coffee in the store that you requested. With your personality, you shouldn't do something so rude as to take only one sip and then never drink it again."

Noah, who had known that Clotilde would have this reaction, finally laughed openly.

Having played the original game, Noah knew that Clotilde had a hard time with bitter things, so he ordered the bitterest and purest black coffee. It was said that it used precious coffee beans from somewhere, but Noah didn't really understand it, so he couldn't remember it.

Anyway, judging from the performance, the nun was indeed embarrassed.

"Of course I can drink, you don't need to remind me!"

Clotil was not a fool. She could tell from Noah's behavior that he had bad intentions. She had been tricked again.

But Noah had already said that. If she didn't drink it, Noah would definitely make an excuse and say that she couldn't even drink coffee, so she couldn't observe religious etiquette.

Clotil, who was annoyed by this, straightened her posture again and seemed to have regained her composure, but she just stared at the black bitter liquid and was reluctant to pick it up.

Noah knew that she was making up her mind, so he did not disturb her, but temporarily left his seat and went to the front desk.

It was at this opportunity that Clotil immediately picked up the coffee cup and took a big sip. His resoluteness, as if he was drinking poison, frightened the other curious guests around him.

Wow! Sister Sister is really trying too hard! If you don't like it, why don't you just say so?

Of course, Clotil had no idea what the people around her were thinking. She frowned immediately after she finished drinking and turned her head to the wall to prevent others from seeing her expression.

It tastes terrible! It tastes terrible! How can there be something so terrible! This is simply a drink from the devil! Those who can drink this are really weird! I really don’t understand why this thing is more popular than milk!

The nun felt so unwell that she had to cover her mouth, otherwise she thought she might vomit.

But at the same time she also felt fortunate.

Fortunately, at least Noah didn't see her in such an embarrassing state.

She deliberately chose to drink when Noah was leaving to avoid Noah seeing her reaction and continuing to laugh at her.

Humph, you want to continue humiliating her? Don't even think about it! She won't give you a chance!

Good! I can drink it with one more gulp! Come on, myself!

After encouraging himself, Clotil's expression was full of determination again, as if he was facing a real devil. There seemed to be a pure white holy light shining behind the nun.

"Wow, you can drink so much. I was thinking that I was too harsh on you, Sister Sister, so I got you some sugar and milk. It looks like you don't need them, so I'll add some for myself."

It was at this time that Noah, who had seized the opportunity, sat back in his seat, and with him came the hot milk and sugar that he had asked for from the front desk clerk of the coffee shop.

"Wait a minute!? So you can add sugar and milk to it!"

The nun, who had originally planned to fight the devil drink to the death, could no longer hold back. She looked at Noah in shock, unable to believe that her stubbornness and the coffee had already allowed Noah to succeed.

"Of course, if black tea can be added, why not?"

Noah was stirring the coffee he had just poured into the hot cocoa with a spoon, and he casually responded to the nun who felt she had been cheated. His look was so infuriating.

"……Give me."

The nun realized that Noah had tricked her and tried hard to suppress her anger. Her shoulders trembled as if she would explode at any time, and an angry sound came out of her pink lips.

"Huh? What?"

"I told you to give me one too! Are you a monster if you drink it by yourself?"

Clotil was so excited that she could no longer maintain her image as a nun and exploded. She stared at Noah with shame and anger, and her eyes were serious to the point of being scary.

That fierce momentum didn't seem like it wanted to drink up Noah's coffee, but rather wanted to drink up Noah himself as well.

Of course, Noah didn't take it seriously at this time.

He simply faced this terrifying aura head-on with a fearless smile.

Noah had no idea that she would actually plan to do that in the future.

122. Mr. Noah is a good person except that he is a bit bad.

"..."

Looking at the liquid in front of him that changed from black to brown, Clotil's expression was obviously heavy.

Like coffee, which she considered the devil's drink, she considered milk to be a divine drink.

Milk, a liquid that exists for the purpose of "nurturing", makes her think of a loving goddess.

So she likes milk very much and thinks it is full of sacredness.

But she was not sure whether the sacred milk could dispel the unpleasant taste.

If not, wouldn’t it be a waste?

With this worry in mind, Clotil once again put the coffee, which had become much lighter in color, into his mouth.

"...!"

Unlike last time when she wanted to spit it out right after taking a bite, the fragrance became much softer and flowed down her throat, so much so that the nun even wanted to swallow more.

In fact, it's not so delicious that it's addictive. It's mainly because it was too hard to drink before, and the nun had low expectations for it to begin with, which is why it tastes very good now.

However, because she noticed the ambiguous gaze from Noah on the opposite side, the nun quickly put the cup down and stopped herself from being greedy and wanting to drink it all in one gulp.

"… Adding sugar and milk is a completely different experience, but it's still too stimulating for children. I think it's better to just drink milk."

While pretending to be calm and holding the cup in both hands, the nun sitting upright gave her evaluation with a serious face, as if she was really a nun working in a monastery.

"Oh, don't worry, this is a drink for adults. If you see someone giving this to a child, I totally agree with him shooting him."

This time Noah didn't point out that she was really charming when she pretended to be serious, but the way her eyes lit up after she drank just now was really funny.

Instead, while expressing his agreement, he planned to stand up again and walk towards the front desk.

“…No, it’s not going to be that serious.”

Looking at Noah who was getting up and leaving, the nun spoke speechlessly.

In response, Noah just turned his back to her and walked towards the front desk while waving his hand, which meant "let her do whatever she wants".

To be honest, that calm look made the nun feel very uncomfortable. She always felt that she was being controlled.

So she had to shift her gaze back to the coffee with milk and sugar in front of her, preparing to take another sip and slowly savor the taste.

"…Um?"

But this time, just as her hand touched the cup, she suddenly noticed a fact.

Something that was originally bad becomes less bad when good things are added to it.

Is Noah suggesting that although her current situation is bad, it may still get better?

Humph, humph, this kind of roundabout concern is really disgusting.

She wasn't so fragile that she needed comfort from a nasty guy like Noah.

Although she didn't want to appreciate it, she had to express her gratitude since she was taken care of. However, Noah had done many rude things to her before, so it offset that.

Although it was just a reset, the nun's mood was still much brighter. She even continued to drink coffee alone with a smile on her lips that she didn't even notice.

It was a special feeling of sweetness and bitterness coexisting. The warm liquid flowing from the mouth into the throat seemed to have some incredible magic, which relaxed the nun's originally tense mind and even made her close her eyes to savor the incredible sweetness and bitterness.

"Oh, Sister Sister, you really seem to be enjoying yourself. Do you feel relaxed when I'm not around?"

Noah's voice came to my ears again. Incredibly, the nun didn't feel unhappy this time. She just replied in a comfortable and relaxed tone as Noah said:

"Well, that's only natural. Rather, I'm surprised that you, Mr. Noah, are aware of how annoying you are."

"Haha, I'm really sorry for being such a nasty guy, but since you said that, I won't make you unhappy again. I'll eat the snacks I was going to treat you to myself."

Hmm? Dessert?

The first thing Clotil saw when she opened her eyes was Noah, who had two delicious-looking cakes in front of him but was looking at her with a malicious smile on his face.

"Wait, wait a minute, it might be unhealthy for you to eat too much, so for your health, you can let me help you share some of the burden."

Although the wonderful feeling of bitterness and sweetness coexisting was unexpectedly good, the nun, who generally liked sweet tastes, could not take her eyes off it and kept looking for excuses to get one of the pieces of cake in front of Noah.

"It's okay. I have no problem eating this amount. But Sister, are you controlling your weight? You must be quite heavy."