Chapter 87: This Is Just Too Unfair

Seeing Red fleeing for his life in panic, Litt, huddled under the covers, couldn’t help but let out a stifled giggle.

Actually, her sleeping posture was very proper; it was simply impossible for her pajamas to just fall off on their own.

As for why they ended up on the floor?

Isn’t the answer obvious?

She was teasing Red, that’s all~

Otherwise, why else would she burrow under the covers?

It’s just that if you take off your clothes without removing the disguise mask, it’s easy to create a visual distortion of space, so the blanket is used to cover up those traces!

There’s nothing she can do—there’s not much fun to be had in this other world anyway.

Isn’t teasing Red quite entertaining?

What’s that?

You say she’s at risk of being labeled a floating temptress from now on?

The Lord once said it well.

When life is going well, you should enjoy it to the fullest; don’t let your golden goblet sit empty, facing the moon in vain.

Whether things will be pleasant in the future is something for her future self to worry about—what does that have to do with the present?

At the very least, she’s having her fun now.

Once she confirmed Red had left, Litt threw off the covers, picked up her pajamas from the floor, and put them back on.

Only then did her figure finally settle down.

Having to remove the mask just to change clothes—what a bizarre rule.

Judging from Red’s behavior just now, he probably really didn’t do anything improper last night.

But, thinking about it, perhaps having the urge but lacking the courage is also a classic trait of “fallen-hero” male leads?

In her past life, in so many harem novels, at least eight or nine out of ten male leads were… quite “virtuous.”

It’s just part of the unique flavor of this type of harem story.

But Red might be a bit better than those types; he’s genuinely loyal to his desires.

He doesn’t even try to act all saintly.

She just doesn’t know if that’s considered a plus in the eyes of women.

That, Litt really isn’t sure about.

After all, she knows how to seduce men, but when it comes to seducing women, she has no idea.

“Time to get dressed.”

Humming a tune she didn’t even know the name of, Litt returned to her own bedroom.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Red was sitting restlessly on the sofa.

He couldn’t deny it—what Litt had said earlier, for a man who’d never even tasted such things before, was just a bit too lethal.

Anyone would end up imagining what things might smell like under that blanket, right?

“Ding dong~ Ding dong~”

Red’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the crisp sound of the doorbell.

He got up and walked to the foyer, pulling open the door.

Outside stood none other than Bishop Otto, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, sporting his signature gentle smile and impeccably groomed blond hair—it was hard to feel any hostility toward such a person.

“Good morning, Mr. Red.”

Bishop Otto nodded slightly, his voice as calm and gentle as ever.

Red, almost on reflex, painfully covered his eyes, a suppressed groan escaping his throat.

All thanks to a certain wicked Black Priest.

That white-stockinged bishop’s “graceful figure” clung to his mind like a malignant curse, flooding his thoughts with a wave of mental pollution and visual shock.

Letia, you…!

“What’s wrong, Mr. Red?”

Bishop Otto looked at Red’s tormented expression—as if he’d just seen a monster from the abyss—his golden eyebrows rising slightly, his face full of sincere confusion.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“No… it’s nothing, just remembered something unpleasant.”

Red tried to shake the image from his mind and asked Otto, “Bishop Otto, what brings you here today?”

Even though the image in his head wouldn’t go away—like some kind of spiritual contamination—Red still forced himself to calm down.

“Shall we talk inside?”

“It’s nothing too urgent,” Otto said with a knowing smile, “but before we get down to business, Mr. Red, I seem to sense the aura of holy light on you.”

Otto deliberately paused to give Red time to understand, then continued.

“Did you… just come out of Litt’s room?”

“Cough, cough, cough!!”

Red started coughing violently at those words.

Looking up at Otto’s gentle smile, Red was now almost certain of one thing.

Someone was definitely keeping an eye on him and Litt.

And that someone was most likely sent by Otto.

Otherwise, there was no way he would know about this.

“I did,” Red replied calmly, regaining his composure and patiently explaining, “but I only went to wake her up for breakfast.”

“Hehe~ Our little nun sure is troubling you.”

Otto didn’t dwell on the matter any longer; he moved on to the real topic.

“Regarding our collaboration, Mr. Red, in the coming days there may be quite a few people coming to ask you about the Blood-Spider Patrol’s core formation. Please be sure to keep it confidential.”

Red was taken aback by this; he hadn’t expected Otto to come for this reason, but he still nodded.

“Don’t worry, I won’t break the terms of our confidentiality agreement.”

“That’s even better.”

The gentle smile that could melt ice returned to Bishop Otto’s face.

Then, with a shift in tone, he spoke more cheerfully.

“By the way, thanks to the successful completion of the ‘White Sun Dawning Festival,’ the church’s reputation is on the rise.”

“To show our gratitude to the gods and to spread the gospel, we’ve decided to hold a public open day the day after tomorrow. All are invited to attend and exchange ideas.”

He leaned in a little closer to Red, lowering his voice.

“And… Sister Litt will also be participating as a Choir Nun from the Chant Choir…”

Otto deliberately paused, letting the information hang in the air, giving Red plenty of time to process it.

“Mr. Red, I hope you won’t miss it.”

***

Inside the house, Litt—now dressed and with her mask back on—let out a huge sneeze.

“Is someone plotting against me?”

She didn’t even need to guess to know who it was, but still couldn’t help silently flipping off a certain blond man in her mind.

Besides him, she really couldn’t think of anyone else with the guts to scheme against her.

Maybe there’s only one script to this after all?

Though, thinking about it, things had been oddly quiet ever since the White Sun Dawning Festival.

At most, she’d get the occasional hint from the script—just enough to remind her it was still there.

The nightmares that used to come nightly now only arrived every couple of days… at least she could get some proper sleep.

Litt pulled on her long boots, fastened the white-stockinged straps, and after standing on tiptoe, made her way downstairs.

By this time, Red was already back in the living room.

When their eyes met, the air seemed to grow a little awkward.

Still, Litt was willing to sit next to Red on the sofa—even though her face was bright red with embarrassment.

It made Red feel incredibly uncomfortable, his entire body turning stiff.

“Um… Litt, are you angry with me?”

Red couldn’t help but ask, seeing that Litt hadn’t said a word.

And since he spoke first, Lit found her own opening.

Hugging a pillow to her chest, she looked at the uncomfortable Red and sighed.

“I’m not angry at you, Red. I just… feel really embarrassed about myself.”

“…What do you mean?”

Red didn’t quite get what Litt was saying.

In front of his bros, his mind worked fast—because if it didn’t, he’d be the one suffering.

But in front of Litt, even if his body was tense, his brain was oddly relaxed, and he couldn’t keep up.

“It’s just, I let you see a side of me that I’d rather nobody see. So, I feel a little regretful, regretful that I was careless.”

“No, no, it’s not that at all!”

Red blurted out.

“You looked really cute like that!”

Litt’s face went even redder, her cheeks puffed out, and she pressed the pillow against Red’s face.

“Breakfast!”

She said it in a huff and dashed straight into the kitchen without looking back.

When Red finally managed to get the pillow off his face, he vaguely heard something like, “That’s just too unfair…” coming from the kitchen.

But by the time he wanted to confirm it, Litt had already hidden herself away inside.

After a simple breakfast, Litt put on her nun’s habit and headed to the White Church’s convent.

Even though she was only a nun in name—a public Substitute—she still couldn’t shirk her work.

In reality, the tasks at the White Church convent weren’t much—just sweeping, praying, and that was about it.

It was honestly quite easy.

Of course, it’s possible they made her work easy on purpose.

But Litt understood: the person she was standing in for was of high status.

Doing a little light work here and there was enough to “mingle with the commoners.”

If she were to do any real heavy labor, that would just be weird.

Most importantly… even if she were actually given any real work, all it took was a gentle smile and a bunch of church members would jump in to do it for her.

Ah… that’s just men for you.

With a light and cheerful heart, Litt entered the White Church’s convent.

As soon as she stepped inside, a lively and bright voice called out from afar.

“Litt! You finally came!”

Molly, the girl who’d dragged Litt around during the White Sun Dawning Festival.

Although Litt wasn’t clear about the true status her face held within the White Church, she couldn’t deny that most people treated her identity with great respect.

But that also meant that the days she spent working in the White Church were incredibly, incredibly boring.

Fortunately, when she’d arrived recently, she’d had a brief encounter with Molly.

This girl didn’t seem at all intimidated by the difference in their status; instead, she pretended not to notice anything, acting chummy and natural with Litt.

But Litt didn’t attribute all that friendliness to Molly’s cheerfulness or extroversion.

After all, she knew she was just a Substitute.

It was possible… Molly was an insider sent by the real Litt to keep an eye on her.

So, the best tactic was to act like she knew nothing, and interact with her naturally.

“Any work for me today?”

Litt responded with a smile as warm as sunlight.

Even in the bleakest of mornings, her smile seemed to work magic—those in the room, no matter how tired or listless, felt a jolt of energy, and even the sleepiest among them unconsciously straightened their backs.

“Father said the Flower Court in the rear needs cleaning,” Molly said brightly, her voice crisp and lively.

“Litt, go grab the tools—we’ll head over together in a bit!”

“Okay.”

Litt nodded and turned away.

The moment Litt’s figure disappeared behind the door, Molly’s expression peeled away like a mask, leaving behind a cold, nearly emotionless calm.

Yet, when she caught a glimpse of another church member coming around the corridor, that vanished “mask” instantly returned—her face again brimming with the perfect, energetic smile of a new recruit.