RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

"Lucy, I know you're awake."

I didn't need memories, the name Lucy on its own had my head snap up almost immediately. I looked up at the individual who was being referred to.

When I thought Chiara was going to be killed, the veiled woman had been my suspect in the assassination. Other than that, I had already been curious about her when she stepped into the room, but with Chiara's performance, she became a second priority.

Now, hearing the name Chiara called her by, my interest in the female was once more reignited.

A white veil and white nun robes her boobs, which pushed up her shirt, were the only indication of the woman's femininity.

I knew better than anyone just how many people could be called Lucy in a town, so I didn't think much of it. But when the veiled woman spoke, my eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, Madam, I wasn't sure what to do."

"Hmm, you know him?" Chiara carelessly put out the question, a smirk on her lips.

"No," the veiled lady replied.

"What about you?" Chiara turned to me.

"I want to see her face."

"Well," Chiara turned back to the veiled lady.

"He's not qualified to see my face."

"I can't force her," the redhead turned and said to me, "but I can draw a wild conclusion and say you both know each other."

Chiara was about to answer, but then she stopped and turned to the enchanting nun. She had on a firm expression when she began looking at the woman, then slowly it turned into a smile, a smile mimicked by the nun, whose eyes had moved toward her.

It was eerie, and it immediately had me raising Spell Breaker.

"When did you recruit this one?" the nun said, her voice soft and melodious.

Despite watching her from the moment she became active, I had no idea when she turned toward me, and I was gearing up for a challenge when Chiara felt she needed to give me a heads-up.

"Behind you."

"I know."

It wasn't just the enchanting nun, Miriam too, had regained control of her body, and with a swiftness and stealth one would not expect from a person her size, she appeared behind me.

The thick nun had moved well. Her show of speed was beyond mine, but unfortunately not by much.

With Mind Vision, I saw what her every move could be. I saw where her paths led to, and without even needing to turn, as I spoke to Chiara, I pointed the gun to the back, a bit to the left.

Bang!!

Accompanying the sound of a shell being released was an explosion of red, a body being torn apart like it were a melon.

My eyes widened in surprise at this development, having expected the woman to have some sort of automatic defence spell, kind of like Bettany.

I mean, she was based at the Vatican. This was the Church's base of power. I expected more from its members.

My thoughts on the dead nun didn't last long as I soon had to backpedal, dodging a dropkick that cracked the floor. Then I ducked and swiped the floor with my foot.

My head barely escaped the enchanting woman's long right limb, but this made it impossible for her to avoid my leg, which came swooping for her one standing foot.

Perhaps some people could float on air, but the beautiful nun wasn't one of them.

With her leg taken from under her, she fell to the ground. But before I could direct Spell Breaker at her, she pushed off the ground and rapidly retreated.

Bang!!

Bang!!

Bang!!

The surprise on the woman's face after she evaded the first shot told me she had believed she could pull off a stalemate by retreating.

Two more shots came, the nun needing to do her very best to avoid them jumping and using the ceiling as a foothold to launch herself to the back.

"How dare you mock me!!"

The thunderous and bitter-filled sentence was quite unexpected, and I was taken aback.

The nun, having to rush and use her frozen colleagues as shields, hoping I wouldn't blatantly blow them up in my pursuit of her, told of how much she had been pushed to the wall. But I would have expected her to use this chance to plan either her exit or my defeat.

The outburst was unexpected, but justified. I mean, at one point in our fight, my expression had turned to one of disappointment and disgust.

"You are so weak, yet you tried to kill her."

"We had a plan. With the Blessed Saint's hoop, we were destined to win. The Madame would never know what hit her. But then you came and spoiled it all. You alerted her to the danger."

"So I saved your life," I turned to Chiara.

Bam!!

"You talk too much."

With a step, Chiara moved from her position and stood in front of the woman. Before the nun could register the laywoman's presence, a fist was released toward her chest, there, where her heart was.

A powerful sound rang out when impact was made, but rather than the nun's body being sent flying, it trembled. Blood began leaving her lips, and she collapsed.

"Yes, you sort of did," Chiara said with a grumble.

Clearly, she would have preferred I not know this, but at the same time, she wasn't going to refuse it.

"Even without your help, I would have survived. Things would just be troublesome."

"You owe me big time."

With Chiara's capabilities, I wasn't going to try being humble. A person like her owing me a favor was a big addition to my arsenal.

Chiara smacked her lips at my words but didn't say anything.

She looked around the room, her forehead scrunching, then turned to the veiled woman.

"Take him with you. Anyone who questions you, tell them to meet me. I want to recruit him, so blow his mind with the wonders that await if he joins the Vatican.

He has a soft spot for you, so take advantage of that."