NOVPUBChapter 790: 521. So Ark_2
“Lords, please return today, Her Excellency is not feeling well and really cannot receive visitors.”
As soon as she stepped out, this clearly shy Miss Nun lowered her head and spoke timidly while being watched by so many people.
However, her words instantly enraged the group of nobles who had been waiting anxiously for many days.
“What, still unwell? She has been unwell for half a year now.”
“Isn’t Her Excellency the strongest paladin? Capable of flicking a cow away with a finger, how could she possibly be ill?”
“What illness, Miss Nun, I brought the best personal doctor this time, he will surely cure Her Excellency.”
“Right, right, we all brought doctors…”
…..
The nobles, whose eyes were already red with urgency, were definitely not going to back down today, no matter what. Like hungry wolves, they stared with bloodshot, crimson eyes at the shy Miss Nun, making her even more frightened.
“Then shall I ask again…”
Miss Nun was a sincere person. Seeing the group of lords outside all behaving like this, she became somewhat flustered and the chip at her temple flickered with blue light a few times as if she were already making contact.
However, after a long while, Miss Nun seemed to have received some shocking reply, and her expression suddenly looked as though she was about to cry.
“Your Excellency, how could you respond like that? It undermines your dignity.”
It was obvious, the little nun was truly panicked, she couldn’t even maintain her spiritual communication and unconsciously blurted out.
However, before Miss Nun could finish her sentence, her body seemed to be controlled by someone else as she raised her head, her previously weak expression suddenly becoming strong and even defiant.
“Are you pigs tired of bothering me, constantly chattering and blocking my door? Have I given you too much face?”
“And you ask me what illness? Are you the pope, or am I the pope? Everyone scram, keep yapping and I’ll have you all slaughtered.”
“What other illness, ain’t heavy menstrual pain enough?”
“What? Menstrual pain can’t last for half a year? Then I’m constipated, okay? Or maybe hemorrhoids? Forget it, just think of me as pregnant and on maternity leave.”
Miss Nun suddenly spoke such crude words in her gentle voice.
At this, the faces of the nobility, who were scolded, immediately turned ugly.
Although from the Pope’s consistent refusal to meet them, they had somewhat guessed her attitude, the support of the Church was their last straw; beyond that, they had no other options.
However, they never expected that now the Church wouldn’t even bother to pretend, especially since the Pope, who had always been known for her dignity and elegance, was now speaking such vulgar and unbearable words like some common hooligan.
This was simply outrageous.
No, no, no, it should be that this wretched woman finally removed her mask of pretense, showing her true face as a vulgar ruffian.
Who did she think she was? Without their support in the past, how could she, a bastard child of the previous pope, have the legitimacy to succeed?
Did she think that now her wings were hardened, she could discard the grindstone and slaughter the donkey?
The commoners truly are the lowly ones.
In any case, the faces of the nobles present turned dark, those with good demeanor remained silent, while some whose control was lacking couldn’t help but start cursing out loud.
“You vile daughter of a courtesan, you…..”
However, before this lord could finish his words, a whooshing sound, the piercing noise of a sharp weapon tearing through the air, rang out.
Shortly after, a head still showing an angry expression fell to the ground, and from the severed neck, a fountain of blood erupted into a small blood rain, drenching a few nearby equally angry nobles.
The expressions of the already angry nobles froze.
The game of the nobility was never played like this. Even if faces were torn, it was mostly just verbal sparring; nobody actually resorted to violence, an act only base commoners could stoop to.
However, silence fell all at once, no one dared to say anything more. The aggrieved Templar Knight silently sheathed his sword and stood his ground with the chainsaw greatsword before him, looking down upon the group of noble lords, emotionlessly issuing a warning.
“Be careful with your words, Your Excellency’s glory must not be besmirched,”
“Oh my, how could this be, sirs, please, go back first, Her Excellency is really not feeling well,”
At this moment, the little nun, who had regained control of her body, finally came to her senses, her face mournful as she thus advised these gentlemen who were once high and mighty.
Hmm, the swordsmanship of the previous Templar Knight was indeed impressive, he even calculated the angle of the eruption of the blood fountain, and yet Miss Nun, who was also present, remained completely unstained.
On hearing Miss Nun’s words, those nobles, already in a panic, found a way to leave gracefully, and those covered in blood even elegantly pulled out the handkerchiefs from their chests to wipe their faces.
They were all noble elites, their heads could be chopped off, blood could flow, but they could not lose their noble demeanor.
“Very well, respected Miss Nun, please convey to Her Excellency that she should take good care of her health, we will visit again next time,”
Leaving such formal words behind, the gentlemen turned and left.
Although noble etiquette prevented them from running wildly in public, their hurried footsteps clearly revealed that their hearts were far from as composed as they appeared.
In response, the Templar Knight at the gate remained silent, while the shy little nun had already gone to call others to help mop the floor.
Meanwhile, inside the Papal Palace, the Pope herself, who had just indulged in excessive speech, was now crouching down holding her head.
“Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, teacher, I know I was wrong,”
However, looking at her disciple, who did not resemble her at all, the Eight-winged Pure White Angel, previously in the middle of a lesson, felt somewhat helpless.
Indeed, the Church of Glory’s current Pope appeared surprisingly young, looking no older than ten years old by appearance, although she was actually an adult long ago.
“I was wrong, teacher, I shouldn’t have acted so rashly, especially I shouldn’t have launched into killing a pig directly,”
Pope Loli Noah, facing the “iron fist of love” from her teacher, could only sincerely reflect on her mistakes.
However, what awaited her was another punch.
“I see that you have not realized the issue at all,”
Sophia scolded her cheap disciple, whom she had picked up from a trash heap twenty years ago.
“Girls should care about their image, it’s not proper to always talk crudely,”
The Pure White Angel, who cared about her own appearance, could hardly stand this; she seriously doubted whether this disciple was truly taught by her, as the disciple seemed more like the student of her own eldest daughter.
“Ah, teacher, so this was the main point?”
Noah was bewildered, she thought the teacher’s anger was because she had resorted to killing.
“What else could it be? The game is over, those remnants of the old era are no longer of any use,”
Sophia stood up, turned her head, and looked out the window at the nuns cleaning up. She didn’t reflect anything in her eyes concerning the pig that had been butchered before, as if that small matter was not worth her notice.
“Noah, you should remember, you are the Righteous One I have selected and the founder of the new world, after everything ends, you can create the kingdom you desire based on your own will,”
“Then teacher, if I want to establish a world where everyone is equal and there are no distinctions of high and low, nobility and commonality, can I do that?”
“That is natural, that is exactly what I hope for,”
Sophia nodded.
“What if I want to build a world without the belief in deities?”
Noah asked.
But the Pure White Witch just smiled and stroked the head of her cheap disciple.
“As long as you can defeat the deities,”
she replied thus.
…. In the midst of teacher’s kindness and disciple’s filial piety….
