Chapter 508: Secret Room

She had to admit the gentleman was handsome, but she was a woman of principle. She would never get too close to a married man in front of his wife.

Sean didn’t care about any of that and made his move.

He reached out to caress the Nun’s cheek, his eyes full of tender affection.

The sight made Elvire want to bite the man’s head off.

‘I know Sean has a good reason for this, but even I’ve only experienced such loving gazes and gentle touches from him a few times. For him to do this to a Nun… isn’t that going a little too far?’

The Nun lowered her head, not daring to look at Elvire.

She clenched her fists, her heart in turmoil.

On one hand, she knew this was wrong and that she should learn to refuse.

But on the other hand, this was a confessional, right under the Master’s nose, and Sean’s wife was watching from the side. It was all so… exciting.

Seeing his honey trap was working, Sean shot Elise a look. ‘Now!’

Elise understood instantly. Magic Power coalesced in her hand, forming a French baguette, and with a THWACK, she struck the back of the Nun’s head.

“Ah~”

The Nun collapsed on the spot.

Sean let the Nun fall limply into his arms and gave Elise a thumbs-up.

This was the knockout blow he’d been talking about.

The Priest in the small wooden booth, who had been reading, heard the commotion. Sensing something was wrong, he threw back the curtain of his window, looked out, and roared in shock and anger, “Who are you people? What family do you belong to? How dare you cause trouble here?”

“THWACK!”

Another knockout blow.

This one was from Elvire.

She had floated like a ghost to the back of the wooden booth, used a Wall-Piercing Spell to get inside, and cleanly and efficiently sent the Priest to dreamland.

It was so fast Sean didn’t even get a clear look.

‘So Elvire really was holding back when she was trying to kill me last time,’ he thought.

‘At this speed, I doubt I could’ve gotten fifty meters away even with a Forbidden Spell.’

“All right, they’re taken care of. What’s next?” Elvire asked.

Sean said, “Strip off their clothes.”

“Then repeat after me—”

“Kobite Face, Credy.”

The Witch’s Curse.

After performing the spell, Sean and Elvire successfully transformed into the Priest and the Nun.

With these disguises, the rest would be much easier.

Elvire, disguised as the Priest, stepped out of the confessional and lured another Nun back. They repeated the process, and Elise had her disguise.

They didn’t need to do anything else. They just had to hide their three randomly selected “lucky winners,” return to their posts, and quietly wait for nightfall.

When it was time to get off work, Sean used Puppetry Art to create three puppets to leave the church in place of the originals.

And with that, the first step of the operation was perfectly complete.

Sean had expected their actions to attract the attention of the Wizards inside the church and was prepared to grab the two women and run at a moment’s notice. That was Plan B: if they were discovered, he would immediately use a Smoke Spell to obscure the enemy’s vision. Then, he would “log off” on the spot, faking some kind of Shadow Escape Magic. Afterward, he’d find Sopea and Kate and have them investigate the situation in Cadola Royal City. Once the heat died down, he would return with Elvire and Elise.

But that move wasn’t necessary. Things went much more smoothly than he had imagined.

From start to finish, none of the clergy realized the Nun and the Priest had been replaced.

The three of them hid in a restroom, not emerging until late at night.

“Whew… I can finally breathe fresh air,” Elise complained, on the verge of suffocating. “Next time we pull a stunt like this, remember to pick a different hiding spot.”

Sean chuckled. “It didn’t stink. What was there to hold your breath about?”

In a place as sacred as a church, the restrooms were naturally very clean. Not only did they not stink, but they even had the fragrance of air freshener. It was nowhere near as bad as Elise made it out to be.

“You don’t get it. There’s a thing called a psychological stink,” Elise said.

Sean rolled his eyes. “I think you’re just a clean freak in your head.”

Elvire frowned. “Can you two keep your voices down? Are you afraid someone won’t find us?”

Even though it was late and anyone who had a shift was long gone, that didn’t mean the church was completely empty aside from them.

Putting aside the potential Wizards guarding the church, the church itself would have people on patrol at night to prevent accidents like fires or theft.

Elise muttered, “I get the feeling you don’t want us to be quieter, you just don’t want us talking…”

She caught a hint of jealousy in Elvire’s tone.

Elvire just huffed, not bothering to reply, and walked on ahead.

They had already explored many parts of the church during the day disguised as a Priest and Nuns and had found nothing out of the ordinary. The only place they hadn’t been was a long corridor that seemed to have been built as a separate structure. It was located past a courtyard, to the right of the restroom exit.

There were no lights here, and the path was dim.

The corridor wasn’t an enclosed hallway but was instead defined by pairs of opposing pillars on the left and right, which made it feel exceptionally empty.

“I gotta say, walking down a corridor like this in the middle of the night is pretty creepy,” Elise whispered, hugging herself tightly.

Whether it was the wind or something else, she felt a chill.

“Don’t scare yourself,” Sean said.

Elvire said, “…I feel a little cold, too.”

It wasn’t that she was a coward; the fire-aspected Magic she practiced made her very sensitive to temperature. This corridor was indeed much colder than the rest of the church. It was a sinister, creeping cold, like the chill in a haunted house when a hidden air conditioner blasts the back of your neck, masquerading as a ghostly draft.

“No, don’t say that.”

Sean said, “I’m counting on you two to protect me.”

“If you’re both this scared already, how am I supposed to dive into your arms for protection if we run into something…unclean?”