[You chose to load save to before the current plot.]
[The nun came to invite you to her room to catch up. She wanted to apologize to you in person, tell you more about the Church, and assist you in being a good head. Using a skill, you discovered she was dressed very scantily underneath; perhaps, she really intended to apologize with her body.]
[If you went to her room, perhaps you wouldn't have to confront the 'Church Killer' head-on.]
[If you didn't go and stayed in the monastery, you would most likely still encounter the target.]
[You decided...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Just go and catch up with the nun.]
[Option 2: Just be stubborn, just sit in the seat where five heads died and wait.]
[Engage in Free Simulation]
[You chose Option 1]
It wasn't dark yet.
"The previous heads were no good; it still has to be you, magnanimous, young, and handsome."
The nun hooked Silas's arm, her breasts pressing close without a care.
"You didn't say that when you threw two coins in front of me before."
"Ahaha, that's because I could tell at a glance you were no small fry, trying to get your attention! A big shot like you definitely wouldn't mind!"
"..."
The nun's room was somewhat towards the outside of the monastery.
Just a few steps past the wall was the stationed Knight Order, although there were only a sparse dozen or so. But at least they were all equipped with flintlocks.
"Wait for me while I go bathe first."
The nun's hand caressed Silas's chest for a moment, leaving a charming look as she swayed her hips into the bathroom.
"..."
Silas could see the bathroom door wasn't closed, letting out some steam. There was a strange fragrance.
"Hehe, I didn't expect to find such a good toy before taking the money and running. Quite handsome, just don't know if he's big down there."
The nun came out of the bathroom, her clothes still intact.
The fawning expression from just now completely changed; she stared at Silas like looking at prey.
"Be a good boy, sister will treat you well in the future. Until I get bored."
"..."
Silas understood.
Using X-ray vision to look closer made it even clearer; the wooden tub in the bathroom was indeed steaming. But that fragrance was some kind of lit aphrodisiac incense.
Smack.
Silas reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Eh? H-how can you still..."
"..."
Dealing with a normal person like the nun, it didn't take Silas three minutes to tie her up firmly with a tortoise shell bondage.
He just waited here.
Hiding under the window frame, as soon as the target came in, he would immediately strike with a tentacle.
She couldn't possibly anticipate that he wasn't an ordinary person and have X-ray vision to know he was by the window, right?
Moreover, this time he could drag the Knight Order outside down with him. People from the Roman Church, if they die, they die; no guilt.
It was completely dark.
"Mmph mmmph!!!"
In the room, only the gagged and very erotically tied-up nun was struggling.
This was also part of the plan.
When that guy came, she would first be attracted by the nun's voice.
He could see the nun's face getting paler and paler, and a faint smell of urine permeated the air; she seemed to be getting clearer on what Silas was waiting for. Or rather, staying alone with Silas, who was the head, at night was terrifying enough for her. That's why she chose to seek him out in the afternoon.
How long had he waited?
Click.
Silas heard a slight movement outside the room.
A faint smell of blood wafted through the air.
Peeking through the crack in the door, Silas saw corpses all over the ground. The figure holding a cloth sack and wearing a helmet swaggered to a stop at the entrance of the monastery.
Thud.
The cloth sack in her hand smashed straight into the door panel where Silas was.
Inside, the skull of the wrapped head was caved in, staring at Silas with eyes wide open.
"..."
She had already raised the short sword in her hand, pointing at Silas.
He couldn't figure it out.
Silas could confirm she wasn't there during the day. And no one saw him hiding in the nun's room.
But now he was discovered just like that.
Plus, the state of having every move seen through when fighting her really made him have to consider... can she load saves?
Smack.
Silas stopped hiding, pushed the door open, and confronted her.
"You can load saves?"
"..."
The woman wearing a helmet didn't say a word, tapped her feet, and charged over like a cannonball.
"Damn it, you win."
Silas didn't want to be decapitated again.
It's possible that this time the target was just that powerful. Was it so hard to admit someone else was stronger, unlike before?
His purpose in continuing the game was to become stronger after knowing there was always someone better, not to stubbornly bash his head against a wall.
Squelch.
"?"
The helmet-wearing figure froze, stopping two steps away from Silas. Blood splattered onto her helmet.
"Wait until I... figure out what you are."
"Sooner or later, I'll ride on you."
"..."
Silas's consciousness gradually faded.
It couldn't be loading saves; no matter how trash the game was, it wouldn't do this to screw him over.
Then, as long as he could start over.
Tearing off her head was only a matter of time; he just needed to change his method.
[You committed suicide before the target arrived.]
[You died.]
[Entering the game]
[You were an orphan since childhood, adopted by the Church. You have a talent for raising horses.]
[You became an honorable groom.]
Silas was stunned.
[Day 1]
[Two copper coins were thrown in front of you. A Church nun extended a foot wrapped in white silk, looking down on you and demanding you lick it.]
[You were enraged.]
[In a fit of rage, you tied the nun and the horse together. Afterward, while planning to escape, you remembered your identity as a player.]
[You discovered that five successive heads in the monastery had died, and no one else was willing to accept the position of head. And you, as a groom, were unanimously forced by them to become the seventh head.]
[You know the Church Killer is extremely powerful, and once you take on the identity of the head, you cannot escape death.]
[Thinking of your previous experiences, you tried to take off your monastic habit and disguise yourself as an ordinary person with no connection to the monastery.]
[But just as you were about to leave, the window was broken, a cloth-wrapped head was thrown in, closely followed by the helmet that made your scalp tingle.]
[You decided...]
[Option 1: Run away!]
[Option 2: Explode with her!]
[Engage in Free Simulation]
Silas was truly numb.
Damn game, would he die if he changed to a more ordinary identity?
Ah.
He forgot, it was like that before too, cycling between merchant and groom. Only giving two choices at a time?
Only two normal simulation attempts remained.
[You chose Option 2]
[...]
[You died.]
Now there was only one left.
[You chose Option 1]
Running away was fucking useless.
Her speed wasn't slow; she could catch up.
Those stationed knights had guns, but they ran faster than ghosts when they heard a sound. It seemed Silas was the only one in the huge monastery.
In the town, every household had their doors and windows locked tight.
Not a single person came out.
"I'm just a newly appointed head; I was a groom before. I have no grudge or enmity with you. I don't know what this Roman Church has done either; I also hate the Church."
Silas was tired of running.
He wasn't lying either; he became stronger precisely to kill off these weird churches.
"Consider yourself unlucky."
The helmeted woman's voice was cold as she charged over again with her short sword.
Clearly, this guy didn't listen to reason at all.
"Motherfucker, then bring it on!"
Silas was pissed too.
This was completely impenetrable.
[You died.]
[This simulation has ended. Current remaining attempts: 0]
[You may load save to before the current plot, or consume an attempt to simulate again.]
Now, all Silas had left was his accumulated capital from before.
[Your remaining Free Simulation attempts: 17]
Silas was silent for a long time.
Fine.
If she really could load saves, he'd admit defeat. Consider this trash game having successfully disgusted him.
If she couldn't...
With his accumulated 17 lives, let's see whose life is tougher.