The tacit understanding between brothers needed no words at this moment.
Almost at the same time, the two of them set down the heavy shelves in their hands, their movements clean and neat, cooperating seamlessly.
“Here you go.”
Tos tossed a black stocking he had somehow procured to Red, who immediately understood.
With a swift motion, he pulled it over his head, covering his entire face and leaving only his sharp eyes exposed.
Like well-trained hunters, they silently blended into their surroundings and tailed Litt and the suspicious nun closely.
To be honest, Red had a hard time believing what was happening from the very start.
After all, someone was definitely protecting Litt from the shadows—something like a kidnapping shouldn’t have been possible.
But on further thought, it wasn’t impossible either.
Even the most cautious plans have flaws—hadn’t he himself almost died on the twenty-third floor despite all his care?
Even though the person beside Litt wore the same White Church nun’s robes, Red was sure she was up to no good.
Some clueless force must have used dirty tricks to infiltrate the White Church, planning to kidnap Litt and exchange her for some unknown benefit.
Rather than alerting the enemy, it was better to follow the trail back to their lair and wipe them out in one swoop—better safe than sorry.
Red made his decision instantly.
“Keep up.”
“OK.”
The two brothers slipped after them like wraiths.
At the very front, Molly couldn’t help but shiver.
She looked back instinctively, but there was no one behind her.
“Could it be that the pursuers caught up?”
But soon, she shook her head.
“No, impossible… If they were really chasing us, they would’ve acted by now.”
Most importantly, Molly was very confident in her skills as an assassin.
She prided herself on tailing others—never the other way around!
So this must just be the chill of the early morning, right?
Molly didn’t hesitate further and sped up again, dragging Litt with her.
About five minutes later, Molly stopped in front of an unremarkable warehouse.
She fished a key from her pocket, unlocked the door, let Litt in first, and after triple-checking the surroundings for safety, quickly followed inside.
In the pitch-darkness where you couldn’t see your own hand, Molly lit a candle and walked step by step to Litt.
The vacant-eyed, expressionless White Nun was already sitting quietly on a stool, waiting for her interrogation.
For safety’s sake, Molly still found a length of coarse hemp rope as thick as bottle caps, binding Litt tightly to the stool.
Let’s take it one question at a time…
Molly organized her thoughts.
“Please tell me, what is your identity?”
But as soon as the question left her lips, Litt’s body suddenly began to tremble violently, her expression seeming to regain clarity bit by bit, making Molly cry out inwardly in alarm.
She knew this was a sign of the hypnosis wearing off, so she hurriedly gave a new command.
“You don’t need to answer that question.”
Receiving the new order, Litt calmed down again.
Seeing this, Molly felt a little odd.
“Is it because of mental resistance that she can’t say it?”
No…
It’s just that I don’t know either.
Litt silently complained in her heart.
After a long silence in the warehouse, Molly seemed to think of something.
She sat back down in front of Litt and picked up that silver coin again.
She had a lot of questions for Litt—certainly more than could be asked in a short while.
So she decided to start simple:
Red.
The Priestess had said that Red was also a very important target, so if she could extract Red’s weaknesses from Litt, she could then use them to control Red—certainly a good approach.
But where to start…
After who knows how long of deliberation, Molly finally spoke.
“What are Red’s special skills?”
“He… 15cm…”
Molly wordlessly typed a question mark, then collapsed to her knees in despair.
“That’s not the kind of skill I meant!!! And why do you know that so clearly?!”
As she spoke, for some reason, she seemed to hear something faint outside the house, like the heavy breathing of a wild beast.
And some phrases like, “Let me explain—”
Then the sound of animals wrestling together.
Maybe it was just her imagination?
“I snuck a look when he was bathing…”
“I didn’t want you to answer that!!”
Seeing the faint blush on Litt’s face, Molly nearly coughed up blood.
After a long while, she composed herself, then sat up properly in front of Litt again.
Judging from Litt’s answer, she and Red weren’t the kind of relationship she’d imagined… probably?
No, no, it’d actually be better if those two were in that kind of relationship, right?
That way she could use Litt’s safety to threaten Red directly.
Forcing a genius Creation Magician to join her team—wouldn’t that be a dream come true?
But even if they weren’t that close, it didn’t matter.
As long as Litt had feelings for Red, that would be enough, right?
A girl with obvious affection for him falling into enemy hands—compromise was inevitable.
Meanwhile, Litt, seeing Molly looking like she was evading taxes, couldn’t help but sigh.
She’d thought she’d be taken to the Main Base, but it turned out to be just a temporary Safety House—wasn’t this just another fruitless effort?
“Litt…”
Before Molly could ask another question, a subtle sigh sounded in her ear.
She turned her head to see that Litt’s face showed no trace of hypnosis—calm as if nothing had happened at all!
“How can this be? Why are you still conscious?!”
“Surprised?”
Litt had no intention of pretending anymore; she was too lazy for all this trouble.
“I thought I was going to sneak into a bandit’s den, but it turned out to be just a petty thief… sigh…”
For some reason, although Litt looked harmless, at that moment Molly felt… unbearably cold.
As if facing a rampaging Monster.
But when she saw the thick hemp rope binding Litt, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Good thing she’d had the foresight to tie her up!
What use was it to be awake?
Without a weapon, a nun was just a lamb for the slaughter.
Thinking this, Molly forcibly suppressed her fear and forced a mocking, controlling sneer.
“So what if you’re awake? Have you seen your situation clearly? You’re all tied up and can’t move, and you don’t even have a weapon!”
“Oh?”
Litt replied calmly.
And then—Molly didn’t even see how she exerted any force.
A suffocating, mountainous aura erupted from Litt’s seemingly frail body without warning!
The air seemed to solidify into heavy lead, pressing down on Molly, draining all color from her face and leaving her gasping for breath, almost kneeling to the floor!
What shocked Molly even more—
The “bottle-cap-thick” hemp rope she’d been so proud of, binding Litt tightly, now groaned under the strain.
One strand after another snapped, the tough hemp fibers losing their strength as if scorched, falling to the ground like ash!
Litt casually flexed her now free wrists, as if brushing off a bit of dust.
She looked up with eyes so calm they were nearly cold, staring at the frozen Molly, her voice still flat.
“And now?”
Though the rope wasn’t iron chains, it was close enough in strength, and yet—just like that—it was all snapped?
Was this really strength a human could possess?!
“You’re right, without an Apocryphon, there’s no way to use a nun’s power… But that thing only proves I’m a nun, nothing more.”
“A…a Monster!!”
With her scream, the warehouse door was kicked open.
It was Red and Tos, who had been wrestling outside over the “15cm” issue.
At the sound of the scream, they rushed inside.
“Cough cough cough!!”
The tremendous force stirred up thick dust that had accumulated in the warehouse, filling the air and making it hard to keep their eyes open.
After a long moment, the dust settled a little.
Molly, tears streaming down her face from coughing, finally made out the figures who had burst in.
Uh… two men with black stockings over their heads?
But to Molly at this moment, what kind of pervert they were no longer mattered.
As if grasping her last lifeline, she scrambled over to them, her voice trembling with utter terror.
“Heroes! Sirs! Save me!! Over there! The one tied up! She’s… she’s not human! She’s a Monster in human skin!”
Red and Tos, seeing the collapsed Molly, were taken aback for a moment.
For a second, they really did think a Monster had snuck in.
But as the dust settled and they followed her finger—
There was no Monster.
Wasn’t it just Litt, tied to the chair, eyes full of tears, looking pitiful and helpless?
In the whole warehouse, aside from the terrified Molly, the two stocking-masked men, and the securely bound, pitiful White Nun Litt—
Where was any Monster in human skin?
Time seemed to freeze.
Seeing this, Molly was stunned.
No way?
That rope had clearly snapped just now!
How could it be whole again?!
“What’s going on?”
Tos stared blankly at Red.
Red looked at Litt, then at Molly, who still wanted to argue, and in the end, chose to trust the former.
“No! No! You have to believe me! She just snapped the rope with a ‘swish,’ then stood up with a ‘whoosh’—that was rope as thick as a bottle cap… You have to let me explain!!”
Molly tried to explain, but Red and Tos only looked at her with that same gaze people use when watching a lunatic—full of caring concern.
“All right, all right, save it for the police.”
Poor Molly
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