Silas did not completely fall into a deep sleep.
He was too severely injured right now; even an ordinary nun beside him could possibly take his life.
"Is this a show of force?"
"Mangling a person like this, every strike avoiding the vitals... I really don't want to do this anymore. The higher-ups say every day that as long as we guard here and ensure a new head maintains the monastery's operations, they will send someone to resolve it. But it's been half a month and there's no sign of anyone!"
"Cut the crap. Put him on the bed; whether he lives or dies depends on his own fate."
"..."
Silas could feel the terrified knights lifting his body, seemingly carrying him to the nun's room.
They will send someone to resolve it?
Silas didn't think that just any random Cardinal or whoever could beat the helmeted woman.
Consequently, even those big shots higher up were hiding. Of course, it was also possible they were trying to find a guy who could truly deal with the helmeted woman.
However, Silas had no time to think about this right now.
He had to fearfully stay on guard; if the helmeted woman returned at this moment, no one could save him.
"Oh my."
"Before, when you were just a groom, I threw two coins at you. You weren't even willing to lick my foot."
"If it weren't for you having some good looks... I wouldn't have bothered teasing you at all."
"Tsk, look at you. How miserable are you now? Even your mouth is sliced open, so pitiful..."
"..."
Currently, only the nun was present. She wrapped Silas up like a mummy with bandages.
She went to boil water, wrung out a towel, and came over to help wipe the blood off Silas.
Using scissors, she cut away the clothes sticking to his wounds.
"Holy shit, it's this big?"
"Looking so fair and clean, with such good muscle definition... and your junk is actually like a donkey's..."
"..."
Silas had already been stripped completely naked by her.
"You're a weird guy too, injured like this... yet I still feel you're quite pleasing to the eye."
"Sigh, it's still quite pitiful."
"You were originally just a dutiful groom, forced up to be the head, and you stupidly stayed in the office. You clearly could have had a romantic fling with me, your big sister, before you died."
"Mmh mmh, and precisely because of this... you, who refused to lick my foot, really tickled my fancy. Those guys before fell for it without me even having to give them money, and then they had to pay me a huge sum on the spot for attempted sexual assault on a nun."
"But I didn't plan on scamming you; after all, you really are quite handsome."
"..."
Silas's thing was gripped by her, as if she were inspecting it. But he couldn't get hard right now.
The helmeted woman didn't come.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he could only see the nun looking at his thing in a trance, sighing in admiration.
The light shining through the window was very bright, and it was no longer quiet outside. It was already broad daylight. Perhaps... she really wouldn't come again until nightfall.
"Alright."
"Since you're going to die anyway. And luckily still have a breath left."
"Before you die, repay me for wiping your body clean and making you look human again. Hehe, those cowards don't understand at all... As long as we don't encounter the Church Killer, she can't be bothered with small fries like us, and I've never heard of the Church Killer coming to kill during the day. Each and every one of those burly men is scared to death, such cowards."
"Excluding you, six heads have died. The first two died inexplicably in the office, and the last three all died while trying to run away."
"Should I say you're stupid or completely clueless? But compared to those old geezers, you inexplicably have some guts."
"It seems my sixth sense was right; you're quite interesting. I've collected almost all of the monastery's money... before I run away, as my last act."
The nun babbled on, taking a whole pile of things out of the drawer.
"Men turn bad when they have money."
"Women are no exception either. Having my caresses before you die, your death will be well worth it."
"It's too much of a pity that such a big thing can't get hard; if I use an aphrodisiac..."
"..."
Something slippery was smeared onto Silas's thing.
What did this nun want to do?
He was practically covered in cuts and bruises all over, and she still wanted to fuck?
"Useless?"
"Let's try this."
She pulled out a stamp and pressed it against Silas's chest.
"How do you use this again... stamp the mark on the slave's chest, drop blood or saliva onto the target's mark..."
"..."
Slave?
This world actually had this kind of mind control item?
"Get hard."
"..."
"Piece of trash. Cost me so much money, and it looked so effective when the slave trader used it... A scam? Such a big thing and it can't even get hard. Damn it."
It was confirmed; this was a trashy nun.
Then.
Silas could also confirm that the slave mark seemed to have some effect. He felt his chest heat up for an instant.
[You have been inflicted with a neurotoxin]
[Hypnosis Expert Passive Effect: Immune to neurotoxins]
[Your toxins are automatically expelled to the exit, gathering into harmless filth]
"It's hard?!"
"Great! Scared me to death, if this thing was useless, how would I spend all this embezzled money in the future? If I meet a good-looking boy toy, how would I keep him as my sex slave!"
"..."
"The stamp mark disappeared, whatever... at least it listened to me and got hard. Honestly, using a size like yours for the first time, will I end up hating other men in the future?"
The nun seemed to have completely misunderstood Silas's condition, muttering to herself as she stripped off her clothes.
Stripping until she was only in her underwear, she looked down at her toes again.
"Come, lick my foot. Lick your master's foot."
"The reward is two copper coins."
"..."
She took two copper coins from her pocket and threw them onto Silas, also getting onto the bed, condescendingly extending her foot wrapped in white silk.
"Other people can't even walk straight just from looking at me; you, on the other hand, didn't want the chance when I gave it to you. Now you have to. Lick it for me."
"..."
Honestly speaking.
The nun seemed to have just taken a bath, and her stockings were very clean. Although she didn't have huge breasts like Miss Rose, her figure was considered standard, and she could be called beautiful.
"You still have your last breath, right?"
"Before I get my pleasure, hold on, you can't die. You are my sex slave now."
"..."
Would the slave stamp work on the helmeted woman? Would tossing aphrodisiacs or whatever into her visor be effective?
He didn't know.
But the nun's toes were getting closer and closer, and her expression was becoming increasingly infatuated.
"Hurry up and lick it, slurp it up. Treat it like a delicacy... hehe. If you lick it well, big sister will thoroughly enjoy your thing before you die. So hard..."
"..."
Silas, his head completely wrapped in bandages, opened his eyes. He reached out and grabbed her ankle.
"?"
Crack!
Before the nun could even react, her ankle was fractured.
"It hurts! H-how could you..."
"How could I what?"
Silas stood up, and even though his whole body was covered in bandages, his gaze was utterly terrifying.
"Wait, you are my sex slave now... come over here and lick my foot!"
"..."
Silas glanced at the stamps the nun had rummaged out of the drawer; aside from the one she just used, there were about twenty more of varying sizes.
Rip!
Silas ripped off her remaining bra in one swift motion, exposing breasts that could just barely be grasped with one hand.
"Wait a minute, I told you to lick my foot! Not grab my breasts!"
"..."
Silas picked up a stamp.
"W-what are you trying to do?!"
Now, the nun started to realize something was wrong.
Splat.
The round red mark was stamped flawlessly just above the nun's cleavage. It wasn't just blood and saliva; that stuff seemed to work too. Silas casually dabbed a bit of the expelled 'toxin' and pressed it against her cleavage.
"Wait a minute! Since the slave mark didn't work on you, it's impossible for it to work when stamped on me!"
"How could you possibly still move after suffering such severe injuries, you monster..."
"The Knight Order is right outside... ah... save... woo! It hurts so much..."
"Eh? Why does my head hurt so much... Knight brothers, save... hah..."
"..."
The nun crawled to the door but couldn't get out no matter what. Seemingly due to a severe headache, she curled up into a ball, breaking out in cold sweat.
Trying to use the mark to turn him into a sex slave?
Quite courageous.
"W-what do you want to do... I, I'll give you all the money!"
The nun started to feel afraid. Her mind went blank, not understanding how Silas, who was battered and covered in cuts, could still move. Even less did she understand why the slave mark bought with a huge sum of money was useless on Silas but worked on her.
"I don't like having people lick my feet."
"Mmh, you come and lick this instead."
Silas stood before her, fully erect. The shadow covered almost two-thirds of her face.
"S-sorry, I just wanted to... hah... how could... it hurts so much."
The nun stayed frozen in place, her head hurting more and more. She spasmed, staring at Silas's thing.
It was as if her instincts knew exactly how to make the pain stop.
She crawled over, slightly parting her lips to lick it.
It still hurt.
She needed to take it deeper... it was too big; her mouth simply couldn't stretch to fit it.
It was already in her oral cavity, so why did her head still hurt? It needed to be deeper, down her throat. Swallowing it completely.
It didn't hurt anymore. It became extremely comfortable.
"..."
Silas had underestimated the effect of the slave mark. This thing could turn the nun, who was just acting all high and mighty a moment ago, into someone indistinguishable from a slut, wishing she could devour Silas's entire thing.
Even when he shot, she refused to let go.
Feeling like her cheeks were flushed red and she was about to suffocate, her whole body trembling, she still wouldn't let go.
"That's enough."
"Guh, hah... I'm dying. I... hah..."
A massive amount of crystal liquid fell from the corner of the nun's mouth onto her cleavage. She no longer had the curiosity she previously held towards Silas's thing. Only fear remained.
"I was wrong!"
"Lord Head, I was just possessed for a moment, please let me go... Can you undo the slave mark! I'm willing to do anything!"
She was filled with endless regret.
Wouldn't it have been better to happily run off with the money left behind by the previous heads? Why did she set her sights on this groom? It was too painful; just now she genuinely felt like she was going to die... yet she still instinctively kept it in her mouth.
"Willing to do anything?"
"Yes, as long as you can undo it, I'll do anything..."
"Then be my sex slave."
"Eh?"
"Didn't you say you were willing to do anything? Mmh. Otherwise, I'll just use the power of the mark."
"No, no, no! I'm willing!"
The nun absolutely never wanted to experience that feeling of her head exploding again, and hurriedly cradled Silas's foot.
"I apologize to you; I swear I'm willing to do anything!"
"Bring me some food and water. Don't tell anyone about me recovering. If you blow my cover, you'll bear the consequences yourself."
"..."
The nun put her clothes on and walked out with her heart as dead as ashes.
She just remembered something; when she bought the slave marks, she hadn't asked how to remove them at all. She only thought about taking a lot of money and running away in the future, using a sum of it to buy a boy toy for herself to play with. If she played him to death, so be it.
But she never thought she herself would become a man's slave.
"..."
Silas sat on the bed, without undoing the bandages on his body. After all, if he undid them, it would be discovered that many of his wounds had already scabbed over.
The Church Killer would definitely return tonight.
Then...
How does one control their own thoughts? When does a human brain think of absolutely nothing?
If she really is reading minds, then he should be...
[Hypnosis Expert (When you stare at the target, there is a 50% chance to make the target act according to your thoughts for 3 seconds. Additional Passive Skill: You are 100% immune to toxins and mind control skills) (Current daily available uses: 1.)]
Loading his save to the very end, he hadn't wasted his hypnosis.
Using hypnosis on the helmeted woman was useless, but using it on himself had almost a 100% success rate. What kind of thought should he hypnotize himself into so that he absolutely wouldn't instinctively think about how to fight...
Silas looked again at the thing that had gotten hard due to expelling the toxin. OK, let's try it like this.