The monastery's stable.
The air was filled with a faint smell of forage.
"Lord Head, I only saw slave traders use that kind of thing..."
The nun nervously lowered her head, thought for a moment, and then looked up, "If you need it, I can try going out again to buy some aphrodisiacs!"
"..."
Silas didn't speak, just looked at her.
"Hah, phew..."
She probably still wanted to run away. The nun's face began to contort, and cold sweat unconsciously broke out on her forehead.
He originally expected her to provide something better.
But it turned out that buying the slave mark was somewhat similar to those cheap tricks occasionally seen in the streets and alleys in his past life, like toys that move on their own. Interested plus having money, so she bought it.
Meaning, the nun herself wasn't sure if it was witchcraft or poison.
Smack.
Silas stamped her chest again.
"Ah..."
The nun froze, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Lord Head, no, Master... I really, sincerely want to serve you, woo... I will never have the thought of running away again."
Probably, slumped in the hay, she had already broken down.
She brought it upon herself.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have likely been played to death by her already.
"How far is the nearest church from here? How many days will it take?"
"Eh? Probably... half a month?"
A glimmer of light appeared in the nun's eyes, but when she looked down and saw the two red rings on her collarbone and cleavage, it dimmed again.
Even if Silas wasn't there, she couldn't run away.
"..."
Half a month?
Silas rubbed his temples.
"If it's Master, it shouldn't take that long. After all, Master's body..."
The nun's thoughts began to gradually change.
If she could never resist again, it was just like when she was first sold to the monastery. She thought it was over... but inexplicably, she could play with men while secretly amassing wealth.
The new head in front of her could defeat the Church Killer.
With those tentacles on his body, a high-ranking Church official? Someone with that status wouldn't lack women... and at the same time wouldn't care about human lives.
"Is Master returning to the Church? I-I can go prepare the best carriage!"
Maybe.
If she flattered him well, the man who planned to take the 'Church Killer' back to report would be promoted to a very high position. Her own status would also rise along with it. Even as a Bishop's maid, a Pope's maid...
The nun could only think in this direction, otherwise, her head would split with pain again.
"Not going."
Silas sighed, "Go buy me some things."
Since it had come to this.
He certainly couldn't just leave the tied-up woman and run off to look ahead at the subsequent tasks.
Aphrodisiacs...
This stuff had no effect on her.
Even if it did, it was meaningless. Silas's purpose wasn't really to do anything with her.
Ball gag.
Iron shackles, and then... a blindfold is also needed.
"..."
The nun listened for a long time.
The man in front of her was going to lock up the Church Killer. Asking for aphrodisiacs and inquiring about the slave mark.
There could only be one conclusion.
He didn't plan to hand her over; he had his eyes on the Church Killer's body.
Good, good, good.
As long as it proved Silas wasn't uninterested in women, he would have to hand over the Church Killer sooner or later. Then... she would still have room to struggle.
The sky gradually brightened.
It should have been about 9 hours of the 8 to 12 hours mentioned in the intelligence, right?
"..."
Silas gnawed on his breakfast while watching the still tied-up woman.
Visibly, the bruises and wounds she originally had were healed. Her self-healing ability was pretty good.
"Miss Nancy, want some breakfast?"
Silas offered a steamed bun. Wild vegetable filling.
"No need."
"..."
Silas continued chewing and swallowing.
After an intense battle and staying up until now, that's two days combined, right? He was already sleepy.
"Since Miss Nancy is the Church Killer. Have you encountered werewolves, or people who can use Holy Light?"
"..."
Nancy slightly raised her face, staring at Silas.
"I've killed both of those. In addition, there are living corpses... the fog. Have you heard of the Ignar Principality? The only one in that place that doesn't have Empire as a suffix."
"...Never heard of it. But the werewolves you mentioned, I've killed them."
"Right? I've killed them too. The tentacle on my right hand..."
Silas paused, "It's because I used to be persecuted by the Church too. I went through untold hardships to infiltrate the Church."
"..."
Miss Nancy fell silent.
"I sincerely hope you think it over carefully."
Silas felt he had explained every reason he could think of. The logic was also fairly clear.
He even untied her ropes.
"Believe me, if I were from the Church, I couldn't possibly untie the ropes."
"Eat something, how about we discuss how to take them out later?"
"There's absolutely no poison. I can eat first."
"..."
Miss Nancy rolled her wrists and stood up.
She didn't attack Silas, just glanced at the steamed buns on the desk.
"You speak quite well."
"Right?"
"But I've seen many people persecuted by the Church. Without exception, they only have two kinds of thoughts: fear or resentment."
"..."
Her body was enveloped in a somewhat strange light.
"And you, you who are in the mood to turn a nun into a slave. You don't belong to either."
"That's because the nun planned to turn me into a slave."
"You guessed right, I indeed read the opponent's mind during battle. But you missed one point. Our race is not best at physical combat..."
"..."
The temperature in the head's office rose. As the faint fluorescence of her body grew stronger and stronger.
Damn it.
He thought of every reason, and the final problem lay with the trashy nun?
No.
The trashy nun wasn't the root of the problem.
"If you die, then I can trust you. How about that?"
Boom!
The entire head's office was engulfed in flames. The scorching wave swept up everything combustible.
The monastery's knights absolutely refused to stay here during the day, and the nun who couldn't leave heard the commotion and unhesitatingly hid in the stable.
"..."
Both of Miss Nancy's arms hung weakly due to the burns.
She wasn't good at using elven 'witchcraft'. She couldn't control it well no matter what. But gritting her teeth and going all out with the concept of injuring the enemy a thousand while sacrificing eight hundred of her own, she could manage to use it.
"Hah..."
The head's office was already empty, leaving only flying ash.
Even that long table was instantly incinerated. The walls also showed cracks due to the extreme heat.
"How could I lose to a petty, dirty trickster like you..."
Nancy panted heavily, staggering out the door. Next, she just needed to retrieve her sword and helmet, find a place to recuperate for ten days or half a month, and then she could act again.
"..."
Pushing open the somewhat rickety door panel.
"Miss Nancy, you just wasted your last chance."
"?"
Nancy was stunned.
Why?
She almost never used elven witchcraft except for self-healing. No one knew her trump card.
The witchcraft she held back all night...
"Can you use it again?"
Silas had prepared for it long ago. But even so, the strange, rapidly sweeping flames still scorched his hair and eyebrows. His clothes were also in tatters.
"You..."
"Out of tricks, right? Well, I have plenty of tricks left."
Silas took out the ball gag from his pocket and unhesitatingly shoved it into her mouth.
"From now on, you don't need to answer."
Even a clay figure has a temper.
Let alone a player?
He clearly wanted to seriously act as a good person; even after she killed him over twenty times, he still tried to persuade her. He could be said to be a good person to a fault.
But there was no choice.
She insisted.