Chapter 11: Maybe She Isn’t Normal

“Where did that guy run off to?”

Outside the alley, a squad of Police was searching around as if looking for someone.

Meanwhile, Red was hiding inside the alley, gasping for breath in large gulps.

Only after the commotion outside died down did he wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

“That bastard Letia…”

There’s a saying that goes, the priests who worship the Holy Light are black inside when cut open.

Just thinking about how a whole bunch of people stared at him like some pervert for so long made Red grind his teeth in frustration.

He was angry, but there was nothing he could do about Letia.

This world still judges by appearances, and with the expression Letia had just now, it was hard not to misunderstand something.

Red knew this too, but by the time he realized it… it was already too late.

After all that running around, finding Letia again was clearly impossible.

“I just hope those Police have gone far away.”

Just as Red was about to get up and leave, a soft voice carrying a hint of curiosity came from behind.

“Mr. Red?”

Red could immediately recognize the owner of that voice.

“Litt?”

Turning around, he saw the white-robed nun holding a woven bag filled with some vegetables—probably ingredients for dinner.

Maybe she was puzzled by the shaken look on his face.

Or perhaps confused by the noise outside.

Litt tilted her head.

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s a bit complicated to explain…”

Red scratched his head.

He certainly couldn’t say he had asked an old teammate to pay him back, but the other party wanted to settle the debt with her panty and stockings.

If he said that, he’d be branded a pervert.

Just as Re

ed was trying to organize his words to explain, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the alley.

“Oh no!”

Seeing this, Red almost vanished like smoke, quickly shrinking into a nearby corner to crouch down.

But the corner was small, and with his size crammed in, it was like trying to fit an elephant into a refrigerator—he couldn’t hide completely.

So he could only say to Litt,

“Miss Litt, please stay where you are and don’t move!”

As long as Litt stayed still, from this angle, the Police wouldn’t find him.

“Ah… okay.”

Litt didn’t fully understand what was going on, but obediently stood still, effectively blocking the Police’s view of Red.

“Hello, miss. Have you seen a suspicious man? Blue eyes, black hair, wearing a trench coat?”

“No, I haven’t,”

Litt replied calmly.

“May I ask why you’re looking for him?”

The two Police officers patiently explained.

“That suspicious man threatened a priest at the Rainwind Bridge, trying to buy the stockings and panties she wore with money. If you see him, please stay away from him.”

“Alright, I will.”

Watching the officers leave the alley, Litt then turned around and looked at Red, who was still crouched in the corner, hesitating to speak.

After a long pause, she pressed her hands together in a prayer gesture.

“…The Master will forgive your sins.”

“I didn’t commit any crime, hey!”

Red was a bit at a loss.

He knew he had to explain this clearly, or else this white-robed nun might get a very bad impression of him.

Red took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts but couldn’t help sighing helplessly.

“There was some trouble… but it’s really not what you think.”

He was eager to clarify.

The nun’s clear eyes looked at him, her voice gentle yet resolute.

“If it’s not your fault, I will explain the situation to the Security Squad.”

Hearing that, Red felt tears welling up inside.

This really was an angel…

Both Letia and Litt came from the church, but why was the gap between people so vast?

“Let me make one thing clear, I never intended to buy that priest’s stockings and panties. To be honest, I’ve seen that girl’s stockings and panties more than once or twice already—so bored of them that I wouldn’t pay gold coins even if they were offered…”

“Ah…”

Litt’s smile stiffened a little.

“Mr. Red… voyeurism? I’ll try to get you a three-year prison sentence.”

“That’s not what you think! I didn’t peek! I really didn’t peek!”

Red suddenly realized how problematic his words sounded.

He stood up and recalled helping Letia wash her clothes.

Could that count as peeking?

Not at all, right?

To prove his innocence, he looked earnestly and firmly into Litt’s eyes.

“I looked directly. No need to peek.”

Litt’s smile froze even more.

“Um… Mr. Red…”

she quietly stepped back two paces and pressed her hand over her skirt, “You don’t mind if I report this, do you?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant! I didn’t lift her skirt!”

“It’s… it’s fine. The Master will forgive your sins…”

Litt stepped back awkwardly, looking away.

“As for other reasons, just tell the two Police outside.”

“Wait, wait!”

No matter what, Litt was someone who had acknowledged his efforts, so Red understood how awkward future encounters would be if he didn’t clear this up.

“Maybe you don’t want to believe it, Miss Litt, but I’ll be straightforward: that girl is my former teammate. She often makes me wash her clothes, so I’ve seen them a lot. No peeking, no forcibly lifting skirts!”

Red was so anxious he was almost speechless.

“I see, I see…”

“Yes, yes.”

Seeing her expression, Red smiled along.

“Mr. Red…”

After a long pause, Litt stepped back again.

“Do you think the Master will believe your nonsense?”

“I’m really innocent!”

At that moment, Red suddenly felt that even Litt was black inside when cut open.

After who knows how long, after much talking, mumbling, fabricating, and quick wit, Red finally explained everything clearly.

“So that priest who owes you money is your teammate, and because she’s lazy, she always makes you wash her clothes?”

“That’s right.”

Red breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just been released from the gallows.

“By the way, your relationship with Letia should be special, right?”

Red smiled wryly and shook his head.

“Not very good, but not bad either. Just an ordinary teammate relationship.”

“But normally, a girl wouldn’t let a guy help wash her clothes, especially intimate ones…”

Litt deliberately nudged Red’s thoughts toward romance, hoping to lower her own hostility a bit.

After all, she seemed to have racked up a little grudge just now.

Yeah, probably just a little.

Hearing that, Red fell silent.

“You have a point…”

But thinking of Letia’s personality, he came to a conclusion.

“Maybe Letia’s not quite normal.”