Veronica's strange words instantly piqued Greg's curiosity to the absolute limit.
However, to avoid saying too much and making a mistake, he had to suppress his curiosity for now. He looked at Veronica with feigned composure, waiting for her next instructions.
Veronica took a deep breath, the blush on her cheeks still not entirely faded.
She looked up and pointed to the chair behind the desk where she had been sitting, her voice carrying a slight tremor.
“Um... Lord Greg... please sit over there first.”
Greg stared blankly for a moment.
Huh? Does this ritual take a long time?
Though filled with doubts, he didn't ask any questions. He walked behind the desk as told and sat down in the large armchair.
The chair still retained the lingering warmth of Veronica's body. The cushion was soft and comfortable, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafted from it.
Veronica followed him over.
Then, she squatted down in front of him.
“!?”
Greg's breath hitched involuntarily.
Veronica was wearing a form-fitting nun's habit, the white fabric closely hugging the curves of her body.
As she squatted, the collar of her habit fell slightly open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. Her platinum-blonde hair draped over her shoulders, shimmering with a soft luster under the sunlight streaming through the window.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes cast downward, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She exuded an aura completely different from her usual dignified and gentle demeanor.
She whispered softly, “Forgive my rudeness.”
Then, Greg's belt slid off silently, clattering to the floor.
And then, Greg finally understood why the Saintesses of past generations were unwilling to perform this ritual.
His consciousness seemed to leave his body, soaring to the heavens as his entire being dissolved into an unspeakable pleasure.
Just as Greg was on the verge of melting into that warmth—
The room's door was suddenly pushed open.
“This is bad, Lady Veronica!”
The nun who had been guarding the door rushed in, her voice filled with obvious panic.
“Those people calling themselves the Dark Night Order are actually openly—”
Her words cut off abruptly mid-sentence.
She realized that Lady Veronica was not in the room.
Instead, Greg was sitting in Lady Veronica's seat, and his face looked rather strange.
The nun's brow furrowed immediately, her tone carrying clear dissatisfaction and suspicion.
“Mr. Greg, where is Lady Veronica? And why are you sitting in her chair?”
Greg did his absolute best to squeeze out a strained smile.
“Lady Veronica... seemed to have some urgent business. She jumped right out the window and said she'd be back soon.”
He paused, his body twitching involuntarily. He quickly buried his face in his arms, his voice turning muffled:
“As for why I'm sitting here... I didn't mean to. I just feel a bit unwell. Maybe I'm too exhausted from the recent reconstruction work and wanted to find a place to rest. I'm sorry.”
Seeing his weak and exhausted state from helping the residents rebuild, the nun's dissatisfaction subsided slightly.
She sighed. “Very well... rest here until Lady Veronica returns. I'll go get you some medicine.”
With that, she turned and hurriedly left the room, remembering to close the door behind her.
Once the nun's footsteps faded into the distance, Veronica reappeared in the room.
She wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, stood up, and gave Greg a somewhat shy smile.
“Lord Greg, I have removed the curse mark for you. From now on, you no longer need to feel like you've failed Lady Serafina.”
Greg remained slumped over the desk for quite a while before his hazy consciousness gradually returned to reality.
After checking himself, he looked at Veronica and asked the question he cared about most: “This curse mark... will it really never appear again?”
Veronica nodded with certainty.
“Yes. The nature of that curse mark is that it only appears once. Once removed, it will never show up again. So, you can put your mind at ease.”
Suppressing his inner excitement, Greg buckled his belt, stood up, and expressed his gratitude to Veronica:
“Veronica... thank you so much. Not only were you willing to trust me so deeply, but you even did something like this for me... I promise you, I will never tarnish Lady Serafina's glory in this lifetime, nor will I ever betray your trust!”
Seeing his solemn expression, Veronica lowered her head slightly, clasping her hands over her chest, her voice gentle yet firm:
“You flatter me, Lord Greg. Being able to help you remove this burden is my honor. You are a truly devout believer, and I have only done what I ought to do.”
She paused, then raised her head, a trace of expectation in her eyes.
“Since this problem has been resolved... would you be willing to return to the Church now?”
Greg shook his head regretfully. “I'm sorry, but not yet.”
A flicker of confusion crossed Veronica's eyes. “Why is that? The curse mark on you has been removed; there shouldn't be anything standing in your way anymore.”
“Because I still have a very important matter to attend to.”
Greg's expression grew serious.
“I'm sure you saw it before as well. The leader of the Dark Night Order is a powerful and highly dangerous individual. Someone like that must be kept under surveillance. Otherwise, who knows if he might do something to endanger the world?”
Veronica understood his meaning.
For the sake of the Church, he was willing to risk his life to remain undercover in the Dark Night Order and monitor that dangerous Bishop.
Such noble character—as expected of Lord Greg!
This devotion and spirit of self-sacrifice deeply moved Veronica once again. Because of this, she was even more reluctant to let such a devout person continue to put himself in danger, so she comforted him:
“Lord Greg... you have already done enough. Leave this matter to others in the Church. You deserve a proper rest.”
Greg shook his head, his gaze firm and resolute.
“My identity within the Dark Night Order has not been exposed, making me the most suitable candidate. Someone has to do this, and everything I do is for Lady Serafina!”
Since he put it that way, there was nothing more Veronica could say.
She fell silent for a moment, then finally nodded.
“I understand... Since this is your decision, I will respect it. I will continue to help conceal your identity on the Church's end. But please... you must be careful.”
Greg nodded. “Thank you, Veronica.”
Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the door.
The nun from before walked in carrying a glass of water and a few pills. She froze upon seeing Veronica standing in the room.
“Lady Veronica? You're back?”
Veronica regained her gentle and dignified posture. She narrowed her eyes and nodded with a smile. “Yes, I had some urgent business to attend to just now. It's been resolved.”
The nun nodded, then glanced at Greg, who had already stood up from the chair.
“Mr. Greg, is your body feeling better now?”
Greg quickly stood up straight and rotated his shoulders. “Yes, much better. I was probably just too tired lately. I'll be fine after a quick rest. Thank you for your concern.”
“I see...”
The nun looked at Veronica, then at Greg. She felt like something was slightly off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
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