Rewinding time back to nightfall.
Letia had nearly run all over Nightbright Town investigating the matter of the White Nun.
But she hadn’t come away empty-handed.
It was confirmed that a delegation from the Church of the White had arrived in Nightbright Town and had taken up residence in the abandoned monastery there.
The Church wasn’t a large organization, and the number of visitors to Nightbright Town was small—only about a dozen people.
Though Letia didn’t know exactly which of them was actually Red’s true white moonlight, this information was already enough for her to start eliminating suspects one by one.
At that time, her only goal would be to prevent the true white moonlight from running into Red…
That was when Letia noticed a problem.
“Come to think of it, after all this, haven’t I just offended Red again?”
“No, no, no… this probably doesn’t count as offending him. As long as he doesn’t find out about my real identity, it should be fine.”
Shaking the chaotic thoughts from her mind, Letia was just about to return to the Dawn’s Edge base when suddenly, cheers and warm applause erupted nearby.
“Is the Riverside Tavern usually this lively at night?”
Turning her gaze, Letia saw inside the tavern another hero squad—the Crimson Legion.
No, considering their size, they should really be called a hero corps, not just a squad.
And… why was Red inside?
Letia sharp eyes quickly caught a familiar figure.
Of course, it was Red.
At that moment, he was clinking glasses and drinking heartily with Brian, the hero of the Crimson Legion.
Having had quite a bit to drink, Red’s face was flushed, and he looked completely drunk—on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
Could Brian be trying to recruit Reid?
Letia frowned slightly but quickly relaxed.
“Well… he’s not mine anymore, so whatever he does is none of my business.”
Thinking this through, Letia couldn’t help but shake her head self-mockingly.
Maybe this was just the female body’s influence, stirring up a little jealousy?
If it had been Liz witnessing this scene, she’d probably have barged in and scolded Red right in the face.
Still, seeing Red so drunk, Letia instinctively moved closer.
People tend to speak their minds after drinking—maybe she could catch some useful information.
But the tavern was so noisy that she couldn’t hear what Red and Brian were saying.
All she saw was Red standing up afterward, looking like he was about to leave.
Seeing this, Letia didn’t hesitate and quickly put on her mask.
Once the Rite took effect, Red staggered out of the tavern.
His steps were unsteady, as if he might fall over at any second.
“Liz never let him touch alcohol before. This must be the first time I’ve seen him this drunk…”
Muttering to herself, Letia suddenly saw Red trip over something and nearly collapse.
Without thinking, she took a step forward and caught him.
“Whoa… you reek of alcohol.”
“Oh, right, Red, where are you staying tonight…”
At that moment, Brian’s voice came from behind Litt.
The burly, bear-like man had come outside and naturally saw Litt helping Red up.
After a moment’s pause, Brian silently closed his mouth and returned inside the tavern.
“Captain, what’s wrong?”
asked a rogue inside the tavern, noticing Brian’s thoughtful expression as he reentered.
“Weren’t you supposed to see Red off?”
“Someone outside already took him, and… I think I understand why that kid doesn’t want to be an adventurer anymore.”
“How so?”
“The person who took him away is a very beautiful White Church nun,”
Brian said, stroking his chin.
“I don’t recall seeing such a figure among the White Church delegation I escorted a few days ago…”
Looking at the smiling White Nun in front of him, Red was a little confused.
He must have drunk too much last night, because his memory was fragmented.
Judging by the surroundings, it seemed he was inside a monastery.
How did he get here?
Was it this White Nun who brought him?
Red accepted the Sober-up Tea placed before him, taking a sip.
The pounding headache eased considerably.
“Thanks…”
After drinking, he glanced at the cup in his hand.
He hadn’t paid much attention before, but now that he looked, the cup’s style was somewhat feminine.
“Sorry, the monastery is rather poor, so I could only use my own cup to serve the tea. I hope you don’t mind?”
Of course, this was a lie.
After all, it wasn’t Letia’s own cup.
She only said that to score some points in Red’s mind.
Young, restless men tend to fantasize a little about things used by girls, after all.
But unfortunately, he had never actually used it~
“…I don’t mind.”
Sure enough, Letia quickly noticed a subtle change in Red’s expression.
She didn’t know what he was thinking.
But what Red was actually pondering was a little different from what Letia imagined.
Though the White Nun before him was very beautiful, having spent so long with Liz and the others, he wasn’t moved by mere beauty.
He was simply struck by one thing—
It seemed that after leaving the Dawn’s Edge, he realized it wasn’t raining outside after all.
“Miss Nun, is this the White Church’s monastery?”
“That’s right,” Letia nodded.
“By the way, I sneaked you in here, so when you leave, please keep it a secret for me.”
After speaking, Letia took a few steps back, raised a finger to her lips, and gave a playful wink while signaling for silence.
“Adventurer, you wouldn’t want the Church to find out I brought you into the monastery and send us both to the Little Black Room, would you?”
The White Nun before him, sometimes lively, sometimes playful, left Red momentarily spellbound…
White silk garter stockings, huh?
Not bad.
“The monastery is about to start the morning assembly; sir, please leave quickly through the back door.”
“Wait,” Red stopped her before she left.
“We’ve met twice already, and I still don’t know your name, Miss Nun.”
When Red said this, Letia’s head suddenly throbbed again.
Fragments of unclear text floated through her mind.
They were too broken to understand, but from them, she managed to pull out one useful piece of information—
Her name.
Seeing Letia suddenly freeze, Red remembered that White Church nuns usually didn’t reveal their names to strangers, so he said,
“Sorry, I forgot the White Church’s teachings…”
“Litt,” before Red could finish, Letia turned around, hands behind her back, slightly bowing, “Litt Yalvis.”