When we first saw the convent building after a long walk along the trail, we both had the same thought at the same time: I really don’t want to go in there.

If I thought that, then my sister must have thought it 500% more.

The building looked like a triple-sized version of the villa we visited before—only stripped of all beauty.

In other words, it was old, ugly, and somehow still imposing.

Is it going to collapse the moment we step inside?

However, about twenty minutes later, we found ourselves desperately needing the convent’s shelter.

As we entered the convent’s entrance, a middle-aged nun greeted us.

“Welcome. I am Sister… Oh my. It seems you’ve received the baptism of the waterfall on your way here.”

“Yes!”

“For now, please change into dry clothes. We can exchange proper greetings afterward.”

Right. My sister and I were drenched, having been thoroughly soaked by the waterfall on our way up.

Since we were in the mountains, the water was ice-cold.

Percival was responsible for about 90% of the reason we looked like drowned rats.

Holding our bags, he chuckled.@@novelbin@@

“I distinctly recall warning you that the waterfall’s current sometimes shifts unpredictably. I advised you to admire it from a distance.”

“I… didn’t… Atchoo! Hear you. The waterfall was… so loud… You should’ve grabbed me…”

“I can’t just lay hands on a lady. Unless, of course, we were lovers.”

A cowardly and utterly pathetic excuse.

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