Pitter-patter.
The rain outside the convent grew heavier.
Since it was late at night, many survivors were asleep.
Almost no one noticed Silas being quietly carried back by the two women.
the rooms upstairs, or rather the entire upper floor, was the place everyone tacitly allowed Sister Rose and Silas to have.
"..."
The nun tried to prop Silas up directly, prying his mouth open to pour the lubricant in.
But it wouldn't flow in at all; it all spilled onto the blanket and her hands.
"Then like this."
She took a huge gulp, clumsily using her tongue to pry Silas's mouth open in a mouth-to-mouth. She forced it inside.
Drink it quickly.
Drink it and you'll be fine. If her severe pollution could get better, his could too.
"Sister? You... what are you doing?"
That annoying voice sounded from outside the door.
Sister Rose didn't want to pay her any mind; her head was filled with the thought of pouring the entire cup into Silas, then he would surely be fine.
"That... is Happy Juice, right? Why are you giving Happy Juice to the injured Lord Silas?"
"..."
What Happy Juice?
This is the antidote!
Fiona is one, and this woman is another—nobody knows anything.
"Hey, hey, you're going to make Lord Silas's condition worse like this, aren't you? I've never heard of drinking too much of that stuff."
"Get out! I don't have time to chat with you! This is the antidote that can cure Mr. Silas!"
The nun pushed her away forcefully and continued to drink the lubricant from the cup to feed him.
"How can that be an antidote?"
"I've found Happy Juice to use for Mr. Silas before, too! It's the exact same smell and color!"
The Slut stumbled as she got up, pulling a so-called Happy Juice from her skirt pocket. A small bottle.
"This stuff is because... back in my hometown."
"Well, most of us use it. We have to take guests, and sometimes we meet customers we just can't get interested in. If it won't go in, we have to use this stuff... if you've done that kind of thing with Lord Silas, you should know what I'm talking about."
"..."
The nun's movement of pressing her lips to Silas's stopped.
She took the bottle from the Slut's hand and opened it. It was the same.
"No. What Mr. Silas gave me was special. It was useful!"
She threw it away directly and picked the cup up again.
Clatter!
But at that moment, Silas, who was supposed to be lying there dying, suddenly raised a hand and slapped the ceramic cup away.
It shattered into pieces.
After that, he even grabbed the nun's neck.
The corners of his mouth trembled, twisting into a bizarre angle.
Ten minutes later.
Deep finger marks remained on the nun's neck. The Slut, who had come to suck up to her, sat far away on the floor, not daring to move.
"S-Sister, Lord Silas... it's probably not as simple as being injured, is it?"
"This is clearly..."
"Signs of turning into one of those things outside!"
"..."
The nun's cup of lubricant was drained. Most of it had been delivered into Silas's mouth. But it was useless.
Silas, with his hands tied by the bedsheets, reminded her of the noblewoman who had pinned her down, wanting to eat her.
"You obtained many conveniences because Mr. Silas slept with you. You acted under his name."
"And because Mr. Silas neglected you, you were isolated. Life became very hard."
"So you came to suck up to me?"
The nun looked at her very calmly.
"I couldn't help it! That's how a woman has to live to survive. Aren't you the same?"
The Slut's face was very pale; she wanted to flee immediately.
"Don't move. Sit there. Answer me a few questions."
But now the nun seemed abnormal, picking up Silas's short sword and pointing it at her.
"I'm giving you a chance now. Do you want it?"
"...A chance?"
The Slut was stunned.
"As long as you strip naked now, sit on Mr. Silas, kiss him, and do that business with him. Serve him."
"I will forgive you."
"Strip."
"..."
"What are you talking about? He's already polluted, and I don't want to be polluted too!"
The Slut cursed out of anger.
"You can't do it?"
"I can do it."
Squish. Slurp...
Right in front of the Slut, Sister Rose leaned down and kissed Silas's lips. It seemed her tongue was bitten by the unconscious Silas, and blood oozed out.
But she didn't care. She swallowed it along with the blood and saliva.
She fumbled for Silas's member. Unfortunately, there was no reaction.
"L-Lunatic! You've really gone mad! With this kind of thing..."
"When he's useful, you call him Lord Silas. When you think he's useless, he's 'this kind of thing'?"
The nun stood up again, raising the sword.
"I've found you annoying for a long time. If you die, I don't think anyone's heart would ache, right?"
"?"
Watching the nun approach, the Slut scrambled away on all fours.
"What's the noise?!"
She happened to run head-on into the arriving Fiona. It was lucky the sound of the rain covered everything and it was late at night, otherwise more than just Fiona would have come.
"The Sister is trying to kill me! Fiona, save me!"
"...If you hadn't done something detestable, how could it have turned out like this? Think about it yourself."
Fiona shook off the Slut who was hugging her thigh.
She entered the room with a frown.
Seeing the nun with blood constantly oozing from the corner of her mouth, she was stunned for a moment. "Your mouth..."
"It doesn't matter."
Sister Rose held the sword, looking straight at Fiona. "I have a question for Miss Fiona as well."
"?"
"Do you still intend to quietly execute Mr. Silas now, acting as if he never returned?"
"Listen to me, put the sword down first. I don't want to hurt you. He has already become like this, you and I both know... were those marks on your neck made by Mr. Silas?"
Fiona touched the rapier at her waist, ready at any moment to snatch the weapon from the nun's hand.
She lacked confidence against monsters, but she was confident she could subdue the nun without hurting her.
"Fiona! Answer my question!"
"..."
Fiona seized the opportunity and snatched the sword from the nun's hand.
She pinned her hands.
"Miss Rose, I know you're suffering. But you must be calm now... ah... what is this..."
But slippery, viscous, black, tentacle-like things wrapped around her waist.
"You said before that you admired Mr. Silas."
"Weren't you trying to convince me to give up so you could snatch him away?"
"...N-no."
The hair on Fiona's entire body stood up; several times she wanted to tell herself this was a hallucination. But those slippery things tightened around her waist. Her body felt as if it were about to sink into the nun's chest.
"I beg you. Truly, I beg you."
"Can you... accept my threat, let yourself be coerced by me, and let Mr. Silas and me leave?"
"...Hah."
Those viscous tentacles stroked Fiona's cheek. Then they slowly retracted.
Thud.
Fiona slumped to the floor. Listening to the worsening rain outside, she realized her pants were wet, too.
"You... were always curious about the relationship between Mr. Silas and me. This is it. He likes me, even though I might turn into this uncontrollable state at any moment. He was never worried that I might eat him."
"I like him too. I like him no matter what he turns into."
"It seems you aren't as determined as I am."
"I almost ate you just now; I couldn't control it... but next time, I'd rather turn into a real uncontrollable monster and eat you all than let you execute Mr. Silas. So, please help me, okay? Miss Fiona."
"..."
Fiona, who was almost out of her wits, stood up tremblingly. She didn't resist at all as the nun pressed the short sword against her neck.