Another day had come, and the weather in the Royal Capital was getting worse and worse.
Thick clouds covered the entire sky, and although the rain hadn’t significantly increased, it made one’s mood feel heavy.
Unexpectedly, more people seemed to be coming to the church.
At the 8:30 AM morning service, there were actually over twenty listeners, making the chapel unusually lively.
Loran appeared behind the pulpit.
As soon as she appeared, everyone was taken aback.
She was wearing a black and white nun’s habit, but the style was different from usual.
The once loose robes had been altered into a form-fitting style, revealing her wonderful curves perfectly.
The fullness of her chest was emphasized with white fabric, surrounded by tight black material that deliberately highlighted the rounded contours.
The hem of the skirt featured maid-style lace trim and had a small slit on the side, revealing her smooth calves.
A chain earring hung from her left earlobe, with a heart-shaped gemstone dangling in mid-air.
She was a textbook ascetic-style succubus nun, lacking only the small wings and a tail.
Some simple young men watched with reddened faces and surging blood.
Another young man had the soft flesh of his waist pinched by his girlfriend, causing him to wail and look away.
You couldn’t blame him; the folks from such a backwater had never seen such a scene before.
A beautiful girl like Loran usually belonged to the noble class, and they rarely had the chance to even come into contact with one.
Not to mention her appearing before them dressed so provocatively.
Before the prayer even began, a series of notifications “dinged” in Loran’s mind.
“Mondo thinks you’re a real babe, faith points +2.”
“Yorkson has no heart for prayer; his ‘takeoff’ target for tonight might just be you, faith points +3.”
“Eric has no heart for prayer; his ‘takeoff’ target for tonight might just be you, faith points +3.”
“Pix has no heart for prayer; his ‘takeoff’ target for tonight might just be you, faith points +2.”
…
Loran’s lips twitched.
Is this some kind of pilots’ team-building event?
But it had to be said, enduring the humiliation of wearing this outfit was paying off.
The speed at which she was gaining faith points was off the charts.
Thinking this, her originally somewhat awkward posture relaxed, and she activated her second skill.
[Tender Preaching].
Her charming voice, combined with her alluring attire, seemed to tint the very air with a hint of pink.
Just then, two Little Brats in the corner started talking.
“Sister Loran looks so pretty.
I never noticed she was this beautiful before.”
“Stinky York!
Don’t look!
“You’re lying!
Sister Loran is a nun, and she’s covered up so tightly!”
“You…
you, hmph!
I’m not playing with you anymore!”
Hearing their conversation, Loran’s lips twitched, and even her speaking speed faltered for a moment.
At that moment, another flurry of notifications rang in her mind.
“Ding ding ding ding…”
Loran couldn’t help but smile.
Whatever, she couldn’t be bothered to argue with the nonsense of two Little Brats.
…
After the prayer ended, it was time for her daily work.
Perhaps because of the outfit, today’s work was much busier.
Even though it was late autumn, Loran’s clothes were slightly dampened by sweat.
She even noticed a few young men lingering reluctantly, delaying until they were almost late for work before running off to the Docks.
“Without the information bombardment of the internet age, they really are simple and innocent.”
Loran sighed as she counted her gains.
Just then, Loran noticed something unusual.
“Eh?
Why are the sales of Disease Dispelling Potion still rising?
They’re almost sold out.”
Loran flipped through the ledger in surprise; she had been too busy today to notice this issue.
Maybe it was time to find some help; during the Candidate Saintess assessment, the Church didn’t forbid hiring staff.
But Loran felt there were too many loopholes in this.
For instance, powerful noble families could easily help a Candidate Saintess develop a church and secure the position of Saintess—wouldn’t that be set in stone?
Loran didn’t care to look too deeply into it; after all, she had a system now and wasn’t worried at all.
Suddenly, a noisy commotion came from downstairs, and it was getting closer.
“Sister Loran!
Is Sister Loran there?”
“Please save my husband!
He’s dying!”
“Sister Loran!
Waaaah, please save my daddy!”
…
Several voices came from the church’s main entrance, and Loran walked to the balcony to look down.
Behind them was a makeshift stretcher with a man lying motionless on it.
Seeing this, Loran hurriedly changed into her nun’s habit and ran downstairs.
…
In less than three minutes, the injured man was carried into the chapel, and several tables were pushed together to form a makeshift bed.
There were five people present: three workers and a mother and daughter.
The teary-eyed Little Loli was the same Little Brat who had been complaining about Loran in the afternoon.
And the unconscious middle-aged man on the stretcher was her father.
“Waaaah…
Sister Loran, please save my daddy.”
Allie tugged at the hem of Loran’s clothes, sobbing and pleading.
The woman and the three colleagues also looked at Loran with hopeful faces.
Loran patted Allie’s head to comfort her and then examined the middle-aged man’s injuries.
Unexpectedly, she didn’t see any serious external injuries.
Only his right arm was swollen and blistered, clearly a burn.
So Loran asked.
“What happened?
You let a burn go untreated?
Have you used a Disease Dispelling Potion?”
This was common in the Slums, but this man was dressed quite decently and didn’t look like he lacked money.
Hearing Loran’s words, the woman shook her head in surprise.
“No…
no, Lawrence hasn’t been burned.”
“No?
These are clearly burn marks,” Loran said, frowning.
The middle-aged woman shook her head again.
“Lawrence’s hand just swelled up for no reason.
We already gave him three bottles of Disease Dispelling Potion, but it didn’t help at all…”
As she spoke, the middle-aged woman’s voice began to choke up.
“Later, Lawrence started vomiting and having diarrhea constantly.
After he came back from the Docks today, he…
he never woke up again.”
She finally burst into tears, sobbing so hard she couldn’t continue.
Loran was also puzzled by these strange symptoms.