“Hey …..,” Tos was the first to speak:
“Say, do you guys think something might happen here… cough cough, I mean that kind of… well, you get what I mean.”
Although Tos didn’t spell it out, the other three immediately understood, all thinking of that indescribable sort of play you read about in certain books.
Mason stared at the door of the Confessional Room, his eyes fixed on the crack as if trying to see through to the inside.
“That kind of thing probably won’t happen, but if it’s just pouring out your heart, venting a bit, that shouldn’t be a problem. Want to give it a try? I checked, it’s three hundred Rune per session, about twenty minutes each time—pretty expensive.”
Mason turned back to the group.
Truthfully, they all knew this was a proper place, and understood nothing untoward could possibly happen, but even so, they still decided… to give it a shot.
“Yeah, like Mason said, just treat it as finding someone to really open up to. Besides, maybe the other side is a beautiful girl! Just thinking about it, how can we lose out?”
Red nodded in strong agreement.
“Next is the order, then. Let’s settle the order with the simplest rock-paper-scissors.”
“Okay.”
“Rock… paper… scissors!”
Four hands shot out in unison, then froze at once.
“Tch!”
Tos looked at his ‘paper’ ruthlessly beaten by Red’s ‘scissors’, clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction, “Red, you bastard… your dumb luck is as absurd as ever…”
Only making it to second place, his face was full of envy and jealousy.
“Bad luck, huh? How else would you end up running into Litt?”
Brian chimed in from the side, teasing in his tone.
Red just smiled, not saying much more.
He walked over to the inconspicuous coin slot by the wall and pressed gently.
“Ding-ding”—three crisp metallic clinks rang out as three heavy hundred Rune coins disappeared inside.
Then, he took a deep breath, with a barely noticeable tension and curiosity, and pushed open the little door of the Confessional Room that seemed to lead to another dimension, stepping inside.
The space inside was smaller and dimmer than he’d expected.
A thick, opaque white curtain divided the room tightly into two separate worlds.
On Red’s side, there was only a single, somewhat soft-looking low stool, standing alone in the center.
Directly opposite him, above the curtain, hung a silver-white Cross that glowed with a gentle luster.
That was the most prominent Holy Emblem of the White Church, radiating a peaceful and solemn aura in the dimness.
And behind that seemingly fragile, yet in truth indestructible, white barrier…
A blurry, slender, distinctly feminine silhouette sat quietly.
Judging by the elegant posture and the smooth lines of shoulder and neck, the listener behind the curtain was most likely a young Nun.
Perhaps hearing someone enter, the Nun straightened up and faced Red, speaking slowly.
“O lost lamb, is there any trouble you wish to confess to the Lord?”
“The Lord will accept everything you say, and it’s just you and me here—no one else will ever know.”
The Nun’s voice was very gentle, just as Tos had said earlier, the White Church really did have a great reputation, and the Nuns here were truly well-liked.
To think that an angel like Litt could come out of this place, now that he saw it, it was no surprise.
Even so, speaking one’s heart to a stranger was a little embarrassing.
For a moment, Red didn’t know how to begin.
During this brief silence, from the small round window in the center of the curtain—the symbol of communication—a pair of long, fair, and softly beautiful hands quietly reached out.
They hovered quietly at the edges of the curtain, palms up, with a silent invitation.
“No need to be nervous, and there’s nothing to fear…”
The voice behind the curtain became even gentler, “If you feel uneasy, please take my hand. I’m here, waiting to hear your heart, no matter how heavy or hard to speak it may be.”
At this moment, Red could feel the Nun behind the curtain channeling her magic.
A gentle aura from her Pseudo Codex enveloped his whole body.
Maybe it was that power, or maybe he finally worked up his courage, but recalling his recent experiences, Red seemed to think of something at last, and slowly opened his mouth.
“Miss Nun, I have sinned.”
After all, this was just a sort of roleplay game, and with the other party’s professionalism, there was no way she would tell anyone about this.
So Red felt at ease, boldly revealing his inner thoughts.
The Nun of the White Church responded with a tone full of acceptance.
“What sort of sin is it?”
Red pondered his interactions with Letia.
The more he thought, the more uneasy he felt.
That was why he began to organize his words, and slowly said,
“I’ve developed certain fantasies about someone I shouldn’t. I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t control the images in my mind.”
Red had done his best to use the most tactful way of expressing his troubles.
The Nun from the White Church, after hearing him out, did not get angry or embarrassed—she just replied softly.
“Could you tell me what kind of person she is?”
Faced with this question, Red began to think carefully.
“She’s pretty cute… but a little short, about this tall—”
Before Red could finish, the Nun behind the curtain suddenly lurched, then quickly sat straight again and spoke up once more.
“I see… uh… if a strange deliveryman shows up, don’t open the door too easily.”
Red silently drew a question mark in his mind.
“No, no, Miss Nun, you’ve got it wrong. She’s actually an adult, just not very developed. She may look young, but her personality is anything but childish. The reason for my guilt isn’t her appearance…”
As Red’s explanations grew more and more feeble, the Nun from the White Church just nodded as if she completely understood.
“Yes, sir, I get it, I get it. The priests of the Holy Church often use that kind of excuse when abducting little boys, too.”
“You don’t get it at all!”
“Ahem! It’s fine, sir. Was it because you developed some unnecessary thoughts about her that you started to feel guilty?”
Red could only sigh at this, helplessly replying,
“Sort of. Appearance-wise, she’s certainly cute, but her personality… leaves much to be desired. Honestly, having feelings for her feels like having feelings for a non-human creature, or maybe even for a brother. No matter how I think about it afterward, it just feels off.”
Especially when Red remembered how Letia accepted Mason’s request and tried to go all in with him at the lottery, and later, thinking back on it… he actually felt it was a bit of a shame.
Wasn’t that enough to make one question their own life?
“As a man, it’s normal for you to think like that. It’s instinct. Just seeing a woman will spark desire. Out in the world, that might be considered a crime…”
“Hmm?”
“Ahem! Out in the world, that might be frowned upon, but here, the Lord will forgive your sins.”
“Sticking to your true feelings and following your desires—there’s nothing shameful in that.”
“You don’t need to feel guilty or blame yourself… If you could turn yourself in, that would be even better.”
The Nun’s last words were so quiet that Red didn’t quite catch them.
But faced with such a professional Nun of the White Church, Red suddenly felt a wave of enlightenment wash over him.
He sat up straight, and even stood up.
“Stick to your true feelings, huh? I see… Even someone like Letia, just putting on White Stockings is enough to make my heart race—I can’t hold myself back!”
As he spoke, his tone grew more and more excited.
“As long as it’s White Stockings, even if a monkey wore them, I’d still accept it!”
“No, that’s not it… What I really like is White Stockings, not Letia at all!”
Red, as if he had attained enlightenment, let out a soulful shout.
Just as Red was proclaiming his inner truth, the door of the Confessional Room was suddenly pushed open without warning, the twenty minutes of confession ending without the slightest preparation.
Outside, besides Tos, Mason, and Brian, there was also a very familiar girl—Litt.
Even someone as pure as Litt, after hearing all of this, looked completely dead inside.
She stared at Red, and Red stared back.
The air fell into dead silence.
After thirty seconds, Litt softly spoke.
“Red, I… found you a substitute for your shift.”
Outside, the three brothers exchanged incredibly complex glances, and after a moment of silence, couldn’t help but speak up.
“Red’s not usually like this.”
A true brother, always ready to take the fall at the most dangerous moment.
Red, seeing this scene, couldn’t help but shed a tear of gratitude.
“His attitude toward White Stockings is usually even crazier than this.”
“You bunch of traitors!!”
As expected, these clowns were only good for stabbing a brother in the back.
Just as Red roared in indignation, ready to explode at this group of turncoats, Litt reached out and gently took his hand.
The girl’s fair cheeks flushed visibly red, and she bashfully hid her face behind her collar, speaking in a small voice.
“Um… can we extend the time?”
At that, the three outside—no, to be precise, Tos’s face twisted up, while the other two did their best to hold back the soon-to-mutate beast, slamming the door shut.
As the Confessional Room door closed again, Red opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could, Litt was already sitting before him, gently holding his hand and softly saying,
“At the very least… I’m wearing White Stockings too…”
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