It has been a week since returning to the original convent.
Compared to the cathedral in the large town, calling this place a "shabby old shack" was perfectly accurate.
"You don't even need me to say it anymore; you head straight for the confessional. Have you forgotten you're a nun?"
"..."
Sister Rose knew very well that Silas was doing it on purpose.
If it were before, she would have felt deeply humiliated. But now she understood—at least for now, Silas was just flirting, just like the notes said.
"This is the confessional."
"And I am listening to your confession."
If she endured the shame and responded in a different way...
"..."
He would release very quickly. Her cleavage would become fully lubricated, filled to the brim.
"I... I... caught it all, Mr. Silas's confession."
This method was like "inflicting 100 damage on the enemy but taking 1200 self-damage." Although she could clearly feel Silas being moved, she would end up stammering and turning red in the face.
In this convent, there was no place where the Sister had not provided service to Silas.
Because of this, doing it so often, how could one not eventually get caught?
"Um... Leah has a question."
During a gap in breakfast, the little loli suddenly raised her hand.
"The day before yesterday when I went to the bathroom, I heard someone crying in the confessional. I was so scared I just held it and ran back to sleep."
"But yesterday, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. How can a knight be afraid of monsters? So I became super brave, ran downstairs to the confessional... and it sounded like big sister was crying."
"..."
That innocent gaze stung the Sister.
"Did... um... did big brother bully Sister Rose?"
Leah looked at Silas across from her in confusion.
"Leah, eat your food. How could big brother bully big sister? You don't understand anything."
Elena nudged her arm with her elbow.
"But I really heard it! Sister was crying so hard, like... hah, ugh, uuu."
"...You misheard."
The Sister pretended to go fetch more soup; in reality, her face was flushed to the extreme with her back turned to the girls.
Did she really moan that loudly?
"Oh, actually your sister is very fragile. She can't sleep alone but doesn't want you to know. So she has to cry secretly in the confessional."
"..."
Listening to Silas's "quiet" explanation, the Sister felt a bit indignant.
It was clearly him who insisted on bullying her like that.
If Leah really heard it... she doesn't understand now, but when she grows up... how is she supposed to be a good role model as a big sister?
If one only thinks of beautiful things, life becomes very easy.
The Sister knew very well that Silas was preparing to leave this place.
But was it really necessary to take the risk?
They had waited this long; maybe it was the same outside. Or even harder to survive.
Isn't it good to live here? Just her sisters, herself, and him. There would be vegetables, and there were supplies in the town that could last for a very long time.
Silas had mentioned it several times, but the Sister always found a way to change the subject. She didn't want him to encounter danger again.
"..."
Lies.
If her thoughts were so pure and noble, then why did she, after he creampied her, hide in her room alone and push the substance staining her chest into her own heat?
She wanted to get pregnant.
To give him a child and make him happy?
No.
Recently, she felt the patterns around her navel were always itchy. As if something was about to grow. By evading all bad thoughts, she almost forgot: she had an abnormal body, a monster that gave birth to thoughts of eating her sisters.
The antidote didn't exist; it was just so-called pleasure fluid. In other words, if she ever truly lost control, she would still eat him.
The thought of crossing dangerous areas made it increasingly hard to suppress.
When he was there, she could suppress the strange feelings by using physical intimacy to empty her mind and escape. But what about when he wasn't there?
If they didn't think about going outside...
She could have both. No matter how she changed, she wouldn't be afraid because he wouldn't be too far away.
'Maybe the Sister could try letting go of her dependency on him.'
She remembered what Fiona had said.
Setting aside whatever motives Fiona had for saying it, the essence of the words wasn't wrong. Even the Sister herself knew how much she relied on Silas now.
The Sister could feel it.
Silas already knew she was escaping. He just didn't expose her, letting her take what she wanted, using "that" to avoid the issue.
The clearer it became, the more she suffered.
Collecting the sticky mess from her chest and stuffing it between her legs... if she got pregnant, she could obtain at least ten months of peace. Was that really right?
If she truly got pregnant, what would a body like this give birth to... a human, or a monster?
"Big brother, has big sister been a bit strange lately?"
"...Hm?"
She heard the voices of her sisters talking to him in the main hall.
"Sister eats so little every time. She's always alone and doesn't play with Leah and Elena."
"Maybe she just doesn't like playing these things."
"True, hehe, big sister only likes to play secretly with big brother. Leah doesn't understand, but Elena knows everything!"
"..."
"Just... Elena is a little curious. Crying means it's uncomfortable, so why is Sister Rose... so addicted?"
"Tears of joy. People cry when they are too happy, too."
"Oh, so that's how it is. Can I try crying with joy?"
"No, only adults who love each other can do that."
"I love big brother!"
"I don't want to go to jail. You're still young; you'll understand later."
"..."
Do we love each other?
That's what he said. She should just honestly tell him everything. Why is her stomach so itchy and burning? Can't she just have a normal navel?
Cut it off with a knife. If she carved out the entire piece with the Silver Crest, maybe she would return to normal.
At first.
It was just a scratch from the dagger, a bit painful. But as the Sister watched the Silver Crest be replaced by blood, she couldn't see it, and it didn't feel painful at all. Instead, she gained a sense of peace.
Right.
Just like this.
As long as the Silver Crest was gone, she would be an ordinary woman. Not a monster. Then she could proactively suggest going out, wanting to build a normal family with him.
Hurry up.
Scrape it all away. Even if it leaves an ugly scar, it's better than the Silver Crest.
That way, when he leaves his warmth inside her, there won't be any worries. The child born would surely be healthy.
"Sister."
"..."
Was she too focused?
She didn't even know when he had entered. Her hand, holding the knife and covered in blood, was gripped tightly.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah, s-sorry... I didn't mean to, you haven't said you wanted children yet, and I was just single-mindedly stuffing that stuff in..."
"That's not what I'm asking."
"..."
The metallic smell of blood became clearer the more she looked.
The Sister only then realized that, unconsciously, she had left many wounds around her navel. Looking up again, she saw Silas's face filled with a cold, stern expression. She finally couldn't help but start trembling.
"Ah... are... are you trying to ask what's for dinner tonight?"
"I was going to make some dipping sauce, then boil the meat and slice it..."
"...Rose."
Her words were interrupted. He wasn't asking about dinner?
"Give me the knife. I'll treat the wounds on your stomach first."
"..."
She understood.
He was asking about the Silver Crest. Why she had scratched it and cut such deep wounds.
What had she done? Even if she scraped it off, the itchy, burning sensation at her navel didn't disappear; instead, it surged with an intensity that surpassed the pain. Her cleavage split open once again right in front of Silas. That ugly, limp, slimy thing, like a tentacle, poked out and rested on Silas's arm as he held her right hand.
He had just brought bandages to help. Yet she was turning into a monster that wanted to eat him. What kind of wife is this, anyway?