In the holy chapel that should be pure, a thick and sticky atmosphere lingers.

There are a hundred nuns who came from various churches in the Tarunda Territory to participate in the training. However, only about twenty nuns have gathered in the chapel. It seems not every nun has fallen under the spell.

This number represents the nuns who earned the honor of working at the headquarters after achieving good results in the training, which happens every few months.

What’s the criterion? It doesn’t seem to be just based on results.

All the nuns gathered here stood motionless, their eyes vacant.

Among them, I was the only one whose eyes still shone.

"........"

Even Kris's eyes were vacant.

She, standing beside me, was looking at me with a dreamy expression.

Seeing Kris’s look, I was momentarily taken aback.

Has even she fallen under the enchantment?

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Kris's expression appeared vacant, but her eyes were still bright. However, she was staring intently at the nightgown I was wearing.

"The nightgown provided by the convent, the design is better than I expected... Ugh!"

I gently pinched Kris’s side. She stifled a scream. I glared at her with a look, reprimanding her silently, then turned my attention back to the changes in the chapel.

A moment later...

Thud, thud.

"Hmm."@@novelbin@@

One of the bishops in charge of the training appeared in the chapel.

A middle-aged man with black hair, an ordinary-looking bishop.

I think his name was Herbion.

The kind smile he wore during the training had completely disappeared from his face. Now, he only surveyed the nuns who had fallen under the spell with a cold expression.

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