(Ms. Olivia...)

Each of her steps echoed through the nearly empty cathedral with a soft, steady sound.

The closer she got, the more Sohen felt the tension rising in his chest.

His heart was pounding erratically.

He couldn’t forget that shocking, piercing gaze she’d directed at him and Runo during that sinful moment.

That look, a mixture of condemnation, surprise... and something else, something far more dangerous.

(Damn it!... This is bad. I...)

But there was another reason why Sohen felt so unsettled.

Sister Olivia had removed her nun’s headdress.

- (Sister Olivia). "Sohen... You’ve come. Thank you."

Her long, thick, silvery-gray hair fell freely over her shoulders and down her back, reaching almost to her waist.

In the evening light of the cathedral, it shimmered with a soft pearlescent sheen, like silk silvered by time.

(Sister Olivia looks just like... a carbon copy of my grandmother.)

She looked very much like Runo — so much so that they could have been mistaken for biological sisters.

(When I first saw her, I really did think that Olivia and Runo were biological sisters, but it turned out not to be the case. They both knew their families and, for certain reasons, couldn’t be biologically related. Once, my grandmother even jokingly suggested taking a DNA test to see if they were related, and to her surprise, Olivia agreed. The results came back a few weeks later, and everyone we knew was convinced that they weren’t biologically related but... How is it even possible to look so much alike without being related?)

That same refined, aristocratic beauty of a mature woman, those same soft yet expressive facial features, that same calm yet penetrating gaze.

She was 55 years old, just like Runo.

Olivia was approximately 167–168 centimeters tall.

She was slender, yet had very feminine, voluptuous curves.

Her breasts were particularly stunning — a massive H-cup, heavy, perfectly rounded, which even the austere black habit of a nun could not completely conceal.

The fabric stretched taut over them, emphasizing the deep cleavage and their heavy, seductive shape.

Every step caused them to sway ever so slightly, and Sohen involuntarily swallowed hard.

(Damn! What am I doing?)

Her face was incredibly attractive for a woman of her age.

Smooth skin with a slight peachy tint, large blue-gray eyes with long lashes, soft, full lips, and high cheekbones.

Long gray hair framed her face, making her look like an ancient goddess-martyr who had stepped out of her own statue.

Her waist was quite slim, and her hips were wide and feminine, creating the perfect "hourglass" figure.

Her black nun’s habit fit her tightly, accentuating every curve of her body.

The white collar and cuffs contrasted with the dark fabric, and a large gold cross on a chain hung right between her ample breasts, as if deliberately drawing attention to them.

Sohen felt his throat go dry.

(Damn!... It flashed before my eyes for just a second... Never mind!)

Olivia stopped two steps away from him.

A faint scent of incense and something floral wafted from her.

She looked up and gazed directly at Sohen — calmly, but with that same depth that made him feel even more uneasy.

- (Sister Olivia). "It’s not really a good place to talk here... There’s a small café nearby run by an old friend of mine. It’s peaceful and quiet there. Shall we go?

- (Me). "..."

Sohen nodded, and the two of them left the church.

(She’s nervous, too...)

The "Quiet Song" café was just a three-minute walk away.

It was a very cozy, bright place with large panoramic windows through which warm evening light streamed.

The interior combined a modern Scandinavian style with cozy elements: light wooden tables, soft beige and cream-colored sofas, and plenty of live plants in clay pots hanging from the ceiling and sitting on shelves.

On the walls hung delicate watercolor paintings of landscapes and quotes from the Bible.

Soft, subdued lighting created an atmosphere of calm and warmth.

The air smelled of fresh baked goods, coffee, and cinnamon.

The café was half full... mostly with young mothers and their children.

Children’s laughter, quiet conversations, and the clinking of spoons against cups created a pleasant, almost homey atmosphere.

(I’ve never been here before. It looks pretty nice and... Hmm? Why aren’t there any men here at all? Is this a women-only café? I saw that the store sign said "Quiet Song," along with their hours of operation and... no specific restrictions. Strange.)

When Sohen and Sister Olivia walked in, almost everyone’s eyes turned to them instantly... especially to the young man.

- (Me). "???"

(Why is everyone looking at me like that?)

Some women were whispering to each other, while others simply watched with curiosity.

Sister Olivia calmly greeted those present with a slight nod and a warm smile.

- (Sister Olivia). "Let’s go over there... It’ll be quieter there."

The mature beauty said quietly, pointing to the table furthest away by the window, away from the main hall.

They headed over there.

As they walked between the tables, Sohen could feel the stares continuing to follow him.

It was a little unsettling, but fortunately, all the glances were simply curious and neutral, without any added emotion.

Suddenly, a little girl of about five with two pigtails ran out from behind a table right at his feet and grabbed his hand with both of hers.

- (Me). "What?..."

Sohen stopped and looked down in surprise.

- (Me). "Little girl... why did you grab my hand? Did something happen?"

The girl smiled happily, revealing little dimples on her cheeks, and turned her head toward the woman standing closest to them, calling out loudly:

- (Little Girl). "Mom! Look! He’s so handsome! Big brother will be a good dad for Miku and a husband for Mom!"

(What?... Big brother? Miku? A husband for Mom? What on earth...)

Sohen blinked twice, a look of genuine surprise appearing on his face.

- (Me). "What..."

At that moment, a young woman, about 27–29 years old, quickly stood up from her seat.

She was... pretty, with rosy cheeks and wearing a light-colored blouse.

The girl nervously approached, took her daughter by the hand, and began to pull her away.

- (Unknown Woman). "Miku, let go of that handsome man! I’m so sorry, for heaven’s sake!"

The girl turned to Sohen and began apologizing, her face flushed bright red.

- (Me). "Um..."

Sohen, still a little stunned, finally just smiled and waved his hand.

- (Me). "It’s no big deal, really, ha-ha..."

The little girl, with her cheeks puffed out, reluctantly let go of his hand.

Her mother quickly picked her up and carried her back to their table.

With a slightly sad look, the little girl waved goodbye to Sohen, then leaned close to her mother’s ear and whispered something quietly.

- (Unknown Woman). "Miku!!!..."

At those words, her mother blushed even more, quickly sat her daughter down on a chair, and nervously grabbed cup, avoiding Sohen’s gaze.

Sohen stood there for a few more seconds, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

(What was that just now?...)

- (Sister Olivia). "Sohen?"

While Sohen was pondering this comical situation, Grandma’s friend quietly called out to him, having already walked a few meters ahead.

- (Me). "???"

- (Sister Olivia). "Is everything okay? Why did you stop?"

- (Me). "Um..."

(Didn’t she notice the little show that had taken place a few seconds ago?)

- (Me). "Yeah... everything’s fine."

The young man replied a bit uncertainly, quickly catching up to her.

They sat down at the farthest table, facing each other.

- (Sister Olivia). "We’d like some ’Moon Wave’ tea, please."

- (Waitress). "Okay..."

Sister Olivia ordered two herbal teas, while Sohen simply leaned back in his chair, still smiling slightly at that amusing and awkward interruption.