“Would Your Holiness like some fruit?”

“No, thank you.”

“Oh. Then I’ll eat it.”

Fubeka peeled open a banana and took a big bite, her voice muffled.

“Would Your Holiness like some jerky?”

“No, thank you.”

“Oh. Then I’ll eat it.”

The top-quality beef provided by the royal family had a distinctive flavor after being smoked and dried, and Fubeka ate until her cheeks bulged.

“Would Your Holiness like some milk?”

“No, thank you.”

“Oh. Then I’ll drink it.”

The sweet milk dripped down from the magnificent mountain peak, outlining a curve that made it impossible to look away.

“...”

Liya silently watched this young nun’s every movement, watching as someone who had clearly been so nervous just now could, at this moment, ignore the fact that the Saintess herself was beside her and eat and drink as though no one else were there.

For some reason... this nun seemed kind of stupid.

At a time like this, who could still eat?

She had absolutely no professionalism!

“Would Your Holiness like some cake?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, then I’ll... Huh?”

Just as Fubeka picked up the sweet, delicious little cake, she discovered that Her Holiness the Saintess was staring at her with an extremely serious gaze...

“The cake. I want it...”

“Oh. O-okay...”

The turn came too suddenly, leaving Fubeka stunned. Only after a beat did she offer up the cake Her Holiness wanted.

So she really was stupid?

So slow.

Liya accepted the cake, took a small, elegant bite, and chewed hard.

“Is it good?”

Fubeka stared fixedly at the crumbs by Her Holiness’s mouth. For some reason, she always felt that this incomparably noble Saintess had a magical quality about her that attracted her.

“It’s all right.”

Unlike the reckless young nun, even when eating, Liya felt that she still maintained the reserve she ought to have.

“That’s great.”

Fubeka patted her surging chest and let out a long breath. “I was afraid I might neglect Your Holiness. If that happened, His Excellency the Archbishop would scold me again.”

“Scold you again?”

Outside ordinary etiquette, An did not have that many scruples and asked directly,

“Doesn’t Archbishop Ision value you greatly?”

“He does value me, but that doesn’t conflict with scolding me.”

Fubeka pouted. “The Archbishop is very strict with me. If I do even a tiny thing poorly, he scolds me harshly. Sometimes it isn’t just scolding. He’ll also hit my palm.”

As she spoke, as though to prove her painful experience, Fubeka stretched out her hand and showed An the faint red marks on her palm.

“...”

Liya and An looked at each other, and a different light flashed through both their eyes.

“Ah, it’s already this late!”

After showing them, Fubeka seemed to finally remember the proper matter at hand and began running around noisily. “Spices, prayer holy seals, and enough holy water too. How could the Saintess lack these things? Oh no, if I don’t prepare everything properly, I’ll get hit again!”

“...”

Fubeka soon vanished outside the door again, and for a moment, she had actually abandoned her important guest entirely.

“I think I understand why Archbishop Ision is strict with her.”

An withdrew her gaze.

“But don’t you think it’s very strange?”

“It is very strange.”

Liya nodded solemnly. “She’s so greedy, but when she left, she didn’t secretly hide any snacks. That’s unscientific.”

“...Thinking you had discovered the abnormality too was my mistake.”

An helplessly held her forehead. “I actually forgot your intelligence is as low as a Blambato bug’s.”

“W-who said I didn’t notice it!”

Liya puffed out her cheeks. “Isn’t it just that Fubeka’s identity is very strange? I noticed that a long time ago.”

“All right. Looks like your intelligence is indeed a little higher than a Blambato bug’s. But at most, it only reaches the level of a Klos bug.”

“Is there any difference between those two?”

“No. They’re just two different names for the same kind of stink bug.”

“You!”

Liya looked like a pufferfish bristling in anger. “Don’t forget where we are. One word from me and I can make you wash the entire cathedral’s underwear. Show me some respect!”

“Drink your tea.”

“Oh.”

Liya gulped down the poisonous tea in one go, then even let out a very cute burp.

“How is it this time?”

“A strong initial impact and an intense aftertaste, but it lacks a little lingering finish.”

“Is that so?”

An propped up her chin. “Looks like there’s still something wrong with the formula I’m researching.”

“Hmph. No matter how much you research, you won’t get the slightest result!”

Liya said this with complete confidence.

An glanced at Liya. “Back to the subject. That nun, Fubeka, absolutely has a problem.”

“I already said I know.”

Liya huffed disdainfully, completely unaware that An’s interruption had already dispersed more than half of her earlier momentum and anger.

“Normally speaking, there’s nothing wrong with an Archbishop being strict with his attendant nun. The problem is the angle of his strictness...”

An frowned slightly. “It really doesn’t seem like he’s disciplining a useless subordinate.”

“This has already gone beyond being useless.”

Liya said, “According to the Church’s selection methods, someone like Fubeka should fundamentally never be able to become an Archbishop’s attendant nun. She really is too unprofessional.”

“I agree with that.”

An nodded. This big-breasted, empty-headed Saintess beside her was stupid as hell most of the time, but there were also moments when she was sharp. Especially when it involved Young Master or the Saintess, her intelligence would completely show exponential growth for a short time.

But after the unobtrusive testing she had done on Fubeka just now, An discovered...

She was genuinely stupid-cute, and there was no room for improvement whatsoever.

“Do you think the Archbishop would truly be willing to let an idiot serve as his attendant nun and help him handle important matters?” An asked.

“If it were someone else, there would at least be some logic to follow. But if it’s the Archbishop, I don’t think it’s very likely.”

Liya shook her head seriously. “You should know that an Archbishop’s work is extremely busy. As the Archbishop’s secretary, an attendant nun has to help the Archbishop share many important duties. But if this attendant nun is an idiot, that means...”

“Not only will the Archbishop not have less to worry about, he’ll also gain unnecessary extra work for no reason.”

An’s tone deepened slightly. “So there may be something extremely fishy here. Otherwise, no matter how you look at it, Fubeka has no qualifications to become the Archbishop’s attendant nun.”

“So... I have a guess.”

“A guess?”

Liya tilted her head. “Back door?”

“No. Even harder to believe than that.”

An leaned close to Liya’s ear and lowered her voice to say something.

“This...”

Liya’s beautiful eyes suddenly widened. “Are you serious?”

“Only a guess. But these abnormalities seem explainable only this way.”

An lowered her eyes and said, word by word,

“The relationship between the Archbishop and Fubeka is not simply master and servant, but...”

...

Boom. Holy light rose into the sky and illuminated all directions.

Muen raised his head, his expression slightly solemn.

The most important step in the operation to save the [True Royal Capital] was about to begin.