"Really, even a low-religious guy would dare to point fingers at me? It's so musty today!"

The camera rewinds, and while Shirou Emiya and Plum Solomon are talking, the blonde priest who had been arguing with Father Dawn is sulking in the hallway.

Every step is unusually hard, and every step makes a loud sound, as if to vent the stuffiness in my heart on the floor.

All the people are far away.

An angry person, it is better not to provoke.

An angry high-ranking person must not be provoked.

Therefore, whenever the blonde priest passed by, people always subconsciously stood on both sides to make way for them, just as Moses opened the Red Sea.

And this deliberate avoidance made the blonde priest's poor mood even worse.

"Father Malreez."

Just as the blonde priest's mood continued to deteriorate, a young voice suddenly stopped him.

Looking around, I saw a silver-haired little nun quietly holding the Bible and standing in front of the blonde priest.

What is the stark contrast between a weak little nun on one side and a high-ranking clergyman known for their bad temper on the other? The moment Father Malrez looked the little nun up and down, everyone present couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for her.

"Is that you?" Remembering the dispute between Dawn and himself just now, the anger couldn't help but rush upward, and Father Malrez looked at the little nun with a fierce gaze, "Why are you in this place now?" Do you mean that you put down your prayer homework and are lazy here!!"

Rather than questioning, Father Malrez was basically reproachful, and as the spectators feared, he was now venting his sullen on the little nun.

"I would like to report to you that the prayer work has been completed in the morning." To everyone's surprise, the little nun was not alarmed by Father Malreez, and there was not even a trace of emotion on her face, she only answered the other party's questions in a flat tone.

"What about cleaning up after prayer? It's common sense to clean up the place after doing your homework every day! Put down the sweep and be lazy here, what kind of system!" It was just an ordinary answer to ordinary people, but to Father Malreez, it was ironclad evidence that the other party refuted him. As if adding fuel to the fire, Father Malrez let out a roar of rage at the little nun.

In principle, the nuns have a break after their daily prayers and before their work is allocated. Considering that it is noon, it is not unassurable that the little nun will be here.

However, his mind was dominated by anger, and he could no longer even give a reason, and Father Malrez only blindly vented his anger to the little nun.

"I would like to report to you that the cleaning of the chapel has also been completed." Perhaps, I have long been used to it. Even if she unilaterally endured the other party's unreasonable anger, the little nun just stood quietly in place, without a trace of expression on her face.

"Very well, I don't hesitate to praise others. I will commend you for your diligence!" Feeling the weakness of a punch hitting the cotton because of the little nun's calm face, and because of the gradually increasing reproachful gazes of others, the anger gradually subsided, Father Malrez coughed lightly, reluctantly pretended to smile and patted the little nun's shoulder, "However, you are still a cultivator, so you may not understand it yet." There is no leisure for working for God, and we must be vigilant at all times. Now I've added a task to you, and the garden is short of manpower for pruning, so you can go over there and help!"

"Understood, then I'll retire first." Bowing to Father Malrez, the silver-haired nun turned and walked in the direction of the garden.

"Don't forget to go to the utility room first to get special tools~" Watching the little nun disappear in the corridor, Father Malrez nodded with satisfaction, and then beckoned to another priest dressed as a priest next to him.

"Sue sù the man who was supposed to prune the flower beds, because of God's grace, granted him a rest today. As long as he sets aside a regular prayer time, then he will be free to move around today. ”

Father Marrez's voice was faintly heard behind him, and he knew very well that what the other party said was related to him, but the little nun still left without looking back.

Because, even if you don't listen, you know what the other party is saying.

In most probably, it is inseparable from the fact that the person who was supposed to be in charge of pruning the flower bed does not work today.

It's long been a habit of treating yourself as an object to vent your anger and pushing other people's work onto yourself or something.

Yes, because I'm used to it, I don't feel special about being treated too much.

Anyway, I have nothing for a long time.

Opening the door of the utility room, picking up the heavy cleaning tools, the little nun walked step by step to the garden.

The corridor leading to the garden was empty, as if dead silent, except for the footsteps of the little nun.

I felt a little uneasy, but remembering Father Mulreez's commission, the little nun insisted on walking to the garden.

"Kara-!!"

Suddenly, there was a sound like glass breaking in my ears, my vision was blurred, as if I had entered a completely different dimension, and a gust of wind blew in my face, and the little nun who couldn't resist it sat down on the ground at once

"Whew!!" Zheng—!"

"Oh? I remember I should have placed an enchantment."

The sound of steel clashing was constantly ringing in my ears, and the rhythm was like a symphony, without a pause.

Is it because of intuitive fear? Or is it because of the sound of the steel clashing against his ears? Faced with a state of affairs that has never been encountered before, the brain is in a state of chaos.

"It's !!!"

"What's wrong? Are you showing a flaw?"

It seems that I vaguely hear a few voices saying something, but now I don't even have the energy to think.

The air was shaken, and his heart beat faster as the steel struck.

It was as if he was about to suffocate, but his feet were as if they had been nailed to the ground, let alone run backwards.

The cleaning tool in her hand had already fallen to the ground, and the little nun was holding the Bible she was carrying, and all the little nun could do was curl up in a corner of the garden and shiver.

"Well, forget it. I don't know how you got in, but it seems to have something to do with the man. I'll just explain it first, it's dangerous to stay here, huh?"

Suddenly, the feeling of the air being shaken, the sound of steel clashing, was all diminished. His brain and body returned to normal, and when he looked up, he saw a black-haired boy with rings on his ten fingers standing in front of him.

"Anyway, how about you standing next to me before those two dangerous guys are out fighting?"

The black-haired boy smiled softly and reached out to pick me up

P.S.1: The plot progressed slower than expected, and it was originally intended to be Joan of Arc in this chapter

P.S.2: I'm going to finish the first chapter at this time....it's better to challenge the two today