At this moment, Molly had completely worked out in her heart exactly what she needed to say.
First, she had to find a way to create an opportunity to be alone with Litt—only then could she ensure the Hypnosis would go smoothly.
Second, after Hypnosis, she’d need to find a way to make it look like they were just going out to have fun together, so she could lead her out of the White Church’s convent.
Finally… she’d have to bring her to the Junk Room, where she could conduct a much more thorough interrogation.
Having mapped out her three-step plan in her mind, Molly turned to look at Litt beside her.
With the same cheerful smile as always, she said, “Since we’re preparing for Open Day, it feels like there aren’t enough rooms in the convent.”
“That’s true…”
Litt nodded in agreement.
“Even though it’s just Open Day, to let more people experience the warmth and unity of the White Church, many of the rooms have been converted into Experience Halls.”
Experience Halls… as the name implies, were for people to experience the daily activities of the White Church.
Simply put, it was like cosplaying—getting a chance to play alongside the nuns.
Of course, they’d have to charge money.
Otherwise, why bother holding the event for no reason?
For Charity?
Don’t make me laugh.
Whether in a past life or this one, no one does business at a loss.
“Oh right, Father said there’s a Junk Room that needs our help tidying up. Let’s go together.”
Faced with Molly’s invitation, Litt didn’t seem to notice anything strange.
She just thought for a moment and then nodded.
“Alright.”
“Then come with me.”
After getting Litt’s agreement, Molly turned around.
But the moment her back was to Litt, she couldn’t help but start trembling.
No…
I can’t…
I can’t laugh…
I have to hold it in.
But when Molly glanced with the corner of her eye at Litt behind her—who showed not the slightest hint of caution—she still couldn’t help letting out a chuckle.
Too naive.
Just like a flower grown in a greenhouse, untouched by storm or hardship.
So naive, so innocent.
“Are you cold?”
Litt’s gentle voice suddenly sounded, tinged with genuine concern.
“Ah?!”
Molly jumped in surprise, instantly hiding all her exposed emotions and quickly switching to her usual, slightly dazed smile.
“N-no! Why would you ask that, Litt?”
Litt tilted her head a little, her soft gaze landing on Molly, worry in her tone.
“It’s just that… it looked like you were shivering a little earlier. I was worried you might be catching a chill.”
“Haha, it’s nothing, really!”
Molly quickly waved her hand, rubbing her arms as if she truly felt a chill.
“I was just thinking about the Performance Program we’ll have to do in a few days. Got a little… nervous, that’s all!”
“Now that you mention it,” Lit cooperatively gave a sympathetic, slightly shy smile, “I think I’m a bit nervous too.”
The two girls maintained a surface-level, harmonious conversation, but Molly’s nerves were strung tight like a bow, her gaze constantly scanning their surroundings.
Nothing… everything was very calm.
She secretly rejoiced.
That presence lurking in the shadows clearly hadn’t detected her true intentions.
Soon, just get into this room…
“This is the room. There’s a lot of junk inside, so let’s take our time sorting it.”
“Mhm, okay.”
Litt didn’t hesitate at all.
In fact, she looked into the dim room with a bit of curiosity before obediently stepping inside.
Molly followed close behind.
The moment she stepped through the doorway, she swiftly closed the door behind her with a soft “click,” her movement perfectly natural and lightning-fast.
That faint locking sound seemed especially clear in the silent room.
“There’s a lot of dust…”
Litt coughed lightly, glancing around at the crowded room filled with old bookshelves and worn-out furniture.
“With the door closed… isn’t it a bit stuffy?”
In the dim light, Molly’s figure looked a bit blurred.
She moved casually, subtly guiding Litt further into the room.
“Father specifically told us that a lot of what’s stored here are old Secret Documents from the past. Absolutely can’t let outsiders see them.”
The two of them busied themselves with cleaning, here and there, not really putting much effort into it.
Eventually, Molly’s patience ran out.
She took a deep breath and stopped what she was doing.
“Litt, look, what’s this?”
“Hm?”
Hearing Molly’s voice, Litt turned to see a piece of string dangling from Molly’s hand, with a plain silver coin tied to the end.
“Look at my hand… Is your mind becoming a little bit calmer?”
Litt’s gaze seemed firmly locked onto the slowly swaying silver coin.
She opened her mouth, and the confusion in her eyes faded away like the tide, replaced by a vacant, unfocused emptiness.
Like a delicate puppet pulled by invisible strings, she dazedly, very slowly, nodded her head.
“…Yes.”
Litt’s voice was light, as if floating from a great distance.
A wave of ecstasy almost burst from Molly’s eyes, but she suppressed her excitement, her voice becoming even more penetrating and mesmerizing.
“Your body… is feeling an unprecedented fatigue… Your consciousness… like it’s sinking into warm water… gradually… emptying… now…”
She deliberately drew out her words, then asked again,
“Tell me… your name…”
Litt’s eyes lost all focus.
“I am… Litt Alves.”
Success!
The ritual, I did it!!
Molly hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly—so smooth it made her doubt reality for a moment.
Looking at Litt, who had turned into a puppet on strings, Molly had to take a long time to finally suppress her inner joy.
She would’ve liked to interrogate her right here, but after all, this was still the White Church’s territory—safe for now didn’t mean safe forever.
She had to move her to the designated place as fast as possible.
Once she was safe, then she could interrogate her slowly.
Step one was complete; next was step two.
She had to figure out how to get Litt out.
Molly cracked the door open and peered out.
It was still early; there weren’t many people in the convent or on the street.
After weighing her options, Molly finally chose a Safe House—not the closest, but definitely the most secure.
To get there, she picked a relatively secluded alley, planning to take the less-traveled route.
That path only had one not-yet-open weapon shop; there’d be almost no one around.
“Hurry up, Litt.”
She urged in a low voice, and Litt obediently quickened her pace.
But in truth… Litt hadn’t been hypnotized at all.
The moment Molly used the magical device, Litt had felt a thread of magic connect her body to Molly’s.
And once the thread linked them, an odd idea suddenly popped into Litt’s mind.
If she wanted, she could take control of Molly at any moment.
Was this Hypnosis?
No…
More accurately, this was Mind Control, wasn’t it?
Litt now understood exactly what Molly was trying to do to her.
But should she turn the tables and control Molly instead?
After careful consideration, Litt decided to put the idea aside for now—she couldn’t be sure if she could really take over, and even if she did, it might not be the best choice.
Judging by Molly’s nervous route and her barely hidden eagerness, was she trying to lure her to the Black Church’s headquarters?
If so, maybe she could catch them all in one net?
***
Meanwhile, outside Red’s shop.
Tos and Xude were still moving all sorts of furniture.
“At this rate, I’d say you could open up in another two days, Red.”
“It’s just the renovations done. I wouldn’t call that ready for opening.”
Red shook his head.
He still had enough money, so he wasn’t in a hurry.
Even if he did open, he’d wait until after the White Church’s Open Day.
Litt would be busy during that time, and if he opened now, she’d definitely come by, which might interrupt her training.
“Ah… just thinking about the good days you have ahead makes me so jealous.”
Tos practically ground his teeth on those last few words, squeezing each one out.
“I still don’t get it—what exactly about you attracted Litt? She’s such a beautiful angel, and she ends up with you.”
“Hey,” Red gave Tos a big middle finger, “if you like nuns, just go find one yourself. You can say all this in front of me, but if Litt is around, you’d better keep your mouth shut. You’ll scare her.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Tos’s eyes were resolute.
“As for whether I like nuns… no comment.”
He nodded firmly.
“If you must know… as long as it’s a beautiful girl in a nun’s habit, I like her…”
“Truly hopeless.”
Xude couldn’t help but retort, just as he was about to go inside, Tos grabbed his arm.
“What is it?”
“Look over there…”
With Tos pulling him, Red looked over, confused.
Soon, he spotted two White Church nuns.
One of them was none other than Litt.
As for the other… he’d never seen her before.
But wasn’t Litt supposed to be working in the convent at this time?
Why would she show up here?
“Yeah… why is she here?”
Tos seemed to read Red’s thoughts, speaking quietly.
“If she was out shopping, she wouldn’t take this route. Even leaving the city, she’d go down the main road…”
“You make a good point,” Red kept his eyes fixed on Litt.
“But maybe it’s just a coincidence?”
“Coincidence?”
Tos seemed to have figured something out.
He covered his face and shook his head.
“Red, look at Litt’s face, see how mechanical and wooden her movements are… doesn’t it look just like some kind of plot?”
Red looked over at Tos.
“You mean, Hypnosis?”
Tos’s gaze met Red’s.
“Yes, Hypnosis.”
Poor Molly, walking straight into our mean nuns trap.