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Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Purity's Paradox
Dolores Rune Quovadis, Faithful Saint of Quovadis.
She didn't always like Vikhil.
Or rather, she was hated.
Ever since she first met him at the academy, she had had a boring image of him.
- "Vikile. Class B. Why did I make so many mistakes? Sometimes I have to miss lectures and do community service. Do you understand?"
- "Okay."
He didn't even show any shame or guilt when asked about his bad behavior. B. He was reported as being late or entering a restricted area.
He was not only lazy and shameless, but also arrogant.
Even Vikir wasn't afraid to say bad things about Nighthound as soon as he entered the newsroom.
"He's a villain, that's for sure."
When Dolores heard Vikir speak ill of the Night Hound, she felt something stir within her.
Who judged him arrogantly?
How could he take a college freshman with a full stomach and a roof over his head and force him into a life of idle crime in a cradle like this?
Dolores thought about the dog at night.
Indeed, he became a suspect in the terrorist attack on the Quovadis branch, but Dolores firmly believed in his heart that he was not a bad person.
Her memories of working with him to treat the poor when the plague, known as the Red Death, struck the slums of Holy Mecca are still fresh in her memory.
``How can you call him an evil man, seeing as how he refused to stop treating patients even when he was covered in his own feces?''
The spirit of holy sacrifice Nighthound displayed back then, I'm sure. That was not something that could be recreated through acting.
For though his soul was rough and wounded, he still radiated an aura of purity beyond that of any priest.
Dolores didn't know who the night dog was or where it came from.
But she could imagine that he had walked through countless thorny paths in his life and that the good that had blossomed from those wounds was divine and noble. Ta.
Continuing to do good deeds and make sacrifices despite being vilified, oppressed, and persecuted. Martyr.
This is how Dolores characterized the Night Hound.
That's why she didn't like people who criticized the martyrs. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
She didn't like people who spoke ill of martyrs. Because she knew how much of a burden they placed on the shoulders of those who hid in their safe and comfortable places and walked along the thorny path, speaking words without thinking.
Is that why?
Dolores cannot have good feelings for Vikir.
She was speechless when Vikil covered her mouth for the first time and pushed her against the wall.
But then she saw Guilty walking down the hallway and got angry.
She was a saint of Quobadis, and Guilty was a minor cleric and only a member of her family.
Dolores had no reason to be intimidated by her status.
``So even if you are forced to insult a saint, you can still repent by making her sacrifice.''
Guilty even said offensive things about Dolores.
This made Dolores even more angry with Vikir.
If Vikhil wasn't there, he would have rushed out of the room and punished Kirti.
Dolores then leaves, angry at Vikir.
And just a few seconds later,.
She regretted her anger.
Like any good person, over time, her anger subsides and she realizes her mistake.
Dolores remembered the previous situation.
Vikir clearly acted in good faith and concealed it to avoid an unpleasant situation.
And to be honest, when Dolores saw Guilty, he felt uncomfortable and even a little scared.
You might wonder why we should fear anything inferior, but guilt was more than just being inferior.
Sometimes in life, there are people who are obviously lower than you, but you don't feel like they are.
To Dolores, this was guilty.
His grin and cocky, relaxed demeanor always made Dolores uncomfortable.
She was also aware that Guilty's absolute trust came from money, particularly from the large donations he made to his superiors.
As the head of the Indulgentia family, Guilty used the money he earned from selling indulgences to pay bribes in the form of sacrifices, building an impressive network of connections and power.
Given his wealth and connections, it's clear that Guilty is someone to be reckoned with, even as Saint Dolores of House Quovadis.
So when he openly sexually insulted her, she had no choice but to get angry.
And this conflict within Quobadis was already known to the world through newspaper reports.
Under these circumstances, Vikiel can hardly be faulted for trying to be considerate.
"No, I should be grateful."
Dolores had to admit it to herself.
If I had met Guilty earlier in the hallway, I might have made a mistake because I couldn't control her expression.
And he had to thank Vikir for preventing that from happening.
... and more.
"I'm suffocating."
Vikil frowned, clearly staring at Guilty.
From this, it is clear that Vikir does not like the idea of guilty people selling indulgences.
Dolores agrees with Vikiel on this point and feels a little better about his image.
"Still, it's not like he's pushing a girl he doesn't know against the wall, and it's not like there's anything going on with us."
For those who haven't been there before, the wall... For men who are being forced into it. The wall in his arms was definitely a strong memory.
To be honest, I still get nervous thinking about it.
``That was really scary.''
Dolores rubbed his hands together and felt his face heat up a little.
``Maybe, except for the fact that he's lazy, he's actually a good guy.''
Vikil's tone was firm. He was clearly upset about yesterday's events.
Dolores stammered a little.
"Hmm, well, I was just wondering. I was wondering how your volunteer work is going. I asked some of my friends, and it seems like they're doing a pretty good job.""
"Yes."
"..."
"..."
"Oh, yes, please answer."
"Yes."
"... ...Okay.
Dolores panicked, unsure if she should continue the conversation.
``Can conversations really be that difficult?''
Everyone she's ever met has always talked to her without her having to initiate the conversation, and the answers have always come naturally.
Even before she asked the question, she had a long list of things she wanted to know and things she didn't want to know.
But Vikir was different.
He doesn't say anything except what is necessary.
Even if the other person was a saint of the seven major families of the empire and the third-year student council president,.
Dolores finally decided to come clean.
"...Actually. I came to talk to you about what happened yesterday."
"...?"
Vikir's brow furrowed slightly.
Apparently, yesterday's memory was very unpleasant.
Dolores closed his eyes tightly and decided to tell the truth.
"Well, it's just that we have a family history... I think I overreacted yesterday, but I'm sure you were just trying to help me, and I yelled at you yesterday.
However.
She couldn't finish her apology.
...Pot!
Vikir jumped out of his seat and ran somewhere.
"I'm sorry...right?"
Dolores looked up. No, you can't force forgiveness, but it's still a bit much for someone to sincerely apologize and walk away.
Dolores looked up, embarrassed, embarrassed, and disappointed.
Huh?
"What!"
Dolores opened his eyes.
The direction Vikir ran was toward the sewers where the children gathered.
It was too deep and dirty to go near.
Some children were already peering dangerously into the sewer.
Dolores quickly ran to the sewers.
As I approached, I saw the nymphet crying.
"Oh, the ball..."
The ball they were playing with fell into the sewer.
She knew that children were using the same old balls over and over again because of the lack of supplies.
She often bought us new balls every time we visited, but because so many children were playing with them, the balls quickly wore out and burst.
How sad would the children be if their new ball ended up in the sewer?
...when Dolores thinks.
"It's deep. Avoid."
Vikir's short warning followed.
"?"
Dolores turned her head in confusion.
...Damn!
Vikir jumped into the sewers. He didn't hesitate for a second.
Puff, puff, puff, puff!
In the disgusting sewage, Vikir moved like a swimmer and finally picked up the ball that the children had dropped.
Yay!
As Vikir emerges from the sewers, a group of frightened children approaches.
"Please don't play near the sewers; it's dangerous. I flattened that playground so you could play there, and...the ball is dirty, so I'll wash it and give it back to you."
casually said to Vikir while dripping dirt.
And.
"..."
Dolores looked at Vikir's wide, earthy back and suddenly felt her whole body become hot.
``What, what, why?''
His cheeks felt so hot that he placed a cold palm on them.
It was a very strange and mysterious feeling, and I didn't even know what it was.
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Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Purity's Paradox
Dolores Rune Quovadis, Faithful Saint of Quovadis.
She didn't always like Vikhil.
Or rather, she was hated.
Ever since she first met him at the academy, she had had a boring image of him.
- "Vikile. Class B. Why did I make so many mistakes? Sometimes I have to miss lectures and do community service. Do you understand?"
- "Okay."
He didn't even show any shame or guilt when asked about his bad behavior. B. He was reported as being late or entering a restricted area.
He was not only lazy and shameless, but also arrogant.
Even Vikir wasn't afraid to say bad things about Nighthound as soon as he entered the newsroom.
"He's a villain, that's for sure."
When Dolores heard Vikir speak ill of the Night Hound, she felt something stir within her.
Who judged him arrogantly?
How could he take a college freshman with a full stomach and a roof over his head and force him into a life of idle crime in a cradle like this?
Dolores thought about the dog at night.
Indeed, he became a suspect in the terrorist attack on the Quovadis branch, but Dolores firmly believed in his heart that he was not a bad person.
Her memories of working with him to treat the poor when the plague, known as the Red Death, struck the slums of Holy Mecca are still fresh in her memory.
``How can you call him an evil man, seeing as how he refused to stop treating patients even when he was covered in his own feces?''
The spirit of holy sacrifice Nighthound displayed back then, I'm sure. That was not something that could be recreated through acting.
For though his soul was rough and wounded, he still radiated an aura of purity beyond that of any priest.
Dolores didn't know who the night dog was or where it came from.
But she could imagine that he had walked through countless thorny paths in his life and that the good that had blossomed from those wounds was divine and noble. Ta.
Continuing to do good deeds and make sacrifices despite being vilified, oppressed, and persecuted. Martyr.
This is how Dolores characterized the Night Hound.
That's why she didn't like people who criticized the martyrs. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
She didn't like people who spoke ill of martyrs. Because she knew how much of a burden they placed on the shoulders of those who hid in their safe and comfortable places and walked along the thorny path, speaking words without thinking.
Is that why?
Dolores cannot have good feelings for Vikir.
She was speechless when Vikil covered her mouth for the first time and pushed her against the wall.
But then she saw Guilty walking down the hallway and got angry.
She was a saint of Quobadis, and Guilty was a minor cleric and only a member of her family.
Dolores had no reason to be intimidated by her status.
``So even if you are forced to insult a saint, you can still repent by making her sacrifice.''
Guilty even said offensive things about Dolores.
This made Dolores even more angry with Vikir.
If Vikhil wasn't there, he would have rushed out of the room and punished Kirti.
Dolores then leaves, angry at Vikir.
And just a few seconds later,.
She regretted her anger.
Like any good person, over time, her anger subsides and she realizes her mistake.
Dolores remembered the previous situation.
Vikir clearly acted in good faith and concealed it to avoid an unpleasant situation.
And to be honest, when Dolores saw Guilty, he felt uncomfortable and even a little scared.
You might wonder why we should fear anything inferior, but guilt was more than just being inferior.
Sometimes in life, there are people who are obviously lower than you, but you don't feel like they are.
To Dolores, this was guilty.
His grin and cocky, relaxed demeanor always made Dolores uncomfortable.
She was also aware that Guilty's absolute trust came from money, particularly from the large donations he made to his superiors.
As the head of the Indulgentia family, Guilty used the money he earned from selling indulgences to pay bribes in the form of sacrifices, building an impressive network of connections and power.
Given his wealth and connections, it's clear that Guilty is someone to be reckoned with, even as Saint Dolores of House Quovadis.
So when he openly sexually insulted her, she had no choice but to get angry.
And this conflict within Quobadis was already known to the world through newspaper reports.
Under these circumstances, Vikiel can hardly be faulted for trying to be considerate.
"No, I should be grateful."
Dolores had to admit it to herself.
If I had met Guilty earlier in the hallway, I might have made a mistake because I couldn't control her expression.
And he had to thank Vikir for preventing that from happening.
... and more.
"I'm suffocating."
Vikil frowned, clearly staring at Guilty.
From this, it is clear that Vikir does not like the idea of guilty people selling indulgences.
Dolores agrees with Vikiel on this point and feels a little better about his image.
"Still, it's not like he's pushing a girl he doesn't know against the wall, and it's not like there's anything going on with us."
For those who haven't been there before, the wall... For men who are being forced into it. The wall in his arms was definitely a strong memory.
To be honest, I still get nervous thinking about it.
``That was really scary.''
Dolores rubbed his hands together and felt his face heat up a little.
``Maybe, except for the fact that he's lazy, he's actually a good guy.''
Vikil's tone was firm. He was clearly upset about yesterday's events.
Dolores stammered a little.
"Hmm, well, I was just wondering. I was wondering how your volunteer work is going. I asked some of my friends, and it seems like they're doing a pretty good job.""
"Yes."
"..."
"..."
"Oh, yes, please answer."
"Yes."
"... ...Okay.
Dolores panicked, unsure if she should continue the conversation.
``Can conversations really be that difficult?''
Everyone she's ever met has always talked to her without her having to initiate the conversation, and the answers have always come naturally.
Even before she asked the question, she had a long list of things she wanted to know and things she didn't want to know.
But Vikir was different.
He doesn't say anything except what is necessary.
Even if the other person was a saint of the seven major families of the empire and the third-year student council president,.
Dolores finally decided to come clean.
"...Actually. I came to talk to you about what happened yesterday."
"...?"
Vikir's brow furrowed slightly.
Apparently, yesterday's memory was very unpleasant.
Dolores closed his eyes tightly and decided to tell the truth.
"Well, it's just that we have a family history... I think I overreacted yesterday, but I'm sure you were just trying to help me, and I yelled at you yesterday.
However.
She couldn't finish her apology.
...Pot!
Vikir jumped out of his seat and ran somewhere.
"I'm sorry...right?"
Dolores looked up. No, you can't force forgiveness, but it's still a bit much for someone to sincerely apologize and walk away.
Dolores looked up, embarrassed, embarrassed, and disappointed.
Huh?
"What!"
Dolores opened his eyes.
The direction Vikir ran was toward the sewers where the children gathered.
It was too deep and dirty to go near.
Some children were already peering dangerously into the sewer.
Dolores quickly ran to the sewers.
As I approached, I saw the nymphet crying.
"Oh, the ball..."
The ball they were playing with fell into the sewer.
She knew that children were using the same old balls over and over again because of the lack of supplies.
She often bought us new balls every time we visited, but because so many children were playing with them, the balls quickly wore out and burst.
How sad would the children be if their new ball ended up in the sewer?
...when Dolores thinks.
"It's deep. Avoid."
Vikir's short warning followed.
"?"
Dolores turned her head in confusion.
...Damn!
Vikir jumped into the sewers. He didn't hesitate for a second.
Puff, puff, puff, puff!
In the disgusting sewage, Vikir moved like a swimmer and finally picked up the ball that the children had dropped.
Yay!
As Vikir emerges from the sewers, a group of frightened children approaches.
"Please don't play near the sewers; it's dangerous. I flattened that playground so you could play there, and...the ball is dirty, so I'll wash it and give it back to you."
casually said to Vikir while dripping dirt.
And.
"..."
Dolores looked at Vikir's wide, earthy back and suddenly felt her whole body become hot.
``What, what, why?''
His cheeks felt so hot that he placed a cold palm on them.
It was a very strange and mysterious feeling, and I didn't even know what it was.
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Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Purity's Paradox Dolores Rune Quovadis, Faithful Saint of Quovadis. She didn't always like Vikhil. Or rather, she was hated. Ever since she first met him at the academy, she had had a boring image of him. - "Vikile. Class B. Why did I make so many mistakes? Sometimes I have to miss lectures and do community service. Do you understand?" - "Okay." He didn't even show any shame or guilt when asked about his bad behavior. B. He was reported as being late or entering a restricted area. He was not only lazy and shameless, but also arrogant. Even Vikir wasn't afraid to say bad things about Nighthound as soon as he entered the newsroom. "He's a villain, that's for sure." When Dolores heard Vikir speak ill of the Night Hound, she felt something stir within her. Who judged him arrogantly? How could he take a college freshman with a full stomach and a roof over his head and force him into a life of idle crime in a cradle like this? Dolores thought about the dog at night. Indeed, he became a suspect in the terrorist attack on the Quovadis branch, but Dolores firmly believed in his heart that he was not a bad person. Her memories of working with him to treat the poor when the plague, known as the Red Death, struck the slums of Holy Mecca are still fresh in her memory. ``How can you call him an evil man, seeing as how he refused to stop treating patients even when he was covered in his own feces?'' The spirit of holy sacrifice Nighthound displayed back then, I'm sure. That was not something that could be recreated through acting. For though his soul was rough and wounded, he still radiated an aura of purity beyond that of any priest. Dolores didn't know who the night dog was or where it came from. But she could imagine that he had walked through countless thorny paths in his life and that the good that had blossomed from those wounds was divine and noble. Ta. Continuing to do good deeds and make sacrifices despite being vilified, oppressed, and persecuted. Martyr. This is how Dolores characterized the Night Hound. That's why she didn't like people who criticized the martyrs. Read latest chapters at novelbin.com OnlyShe didn't like people who spoke ill of martyrs. Because she knew how much of a burden they placed on the shoulders of those who hid in their safe and comfortable places and walked along the thorny path, speaking words without thinking. Is that why? Dolores cannot have good feelings for Vikir. She was speechless when Vikil covered her mouth for the first time and pushed her against the wall. But then she saw Guilty walking down the hallway and got angry. She was a saint of Quobadis, and Guilty was a minor cleric and only a member of her family. Dolores had no reason to be intimidated by her status. ``So even if you are forced to insult a saint, you can still repent by making her sacrifice.'' Guilty even said offensive things about Dolores. This made Dolores even more angry with Vikir. If Vikhil wasn't there, he would have rushed out of the room and punished Kirti. Dolores then leaves, angry at Vikir. And just a few seconds later,. She regretted her anger. Like any good person, over time, her anger subsides and she realizes her mistake. Dolores remembered the previous situation. Vikir clearly acted in good faith and concealed it to avoid an unpleasant situation. And to be honest, when Dolores saw Guilty, he felt uncomfortable and even a little scared. You might wonder why we should fear anything inferior, but guilt was more than just being inferior. Sometimes in life, there are people who are obviously lower than you, but you don't feel like they are. To Dolores, this was guilty. His grin and cocky, relaxed demeanor always made Dolores uncomfortable. She was also aware that Guilty's absolute trust came from money, particularly from the large donations he made to his superiors. As the head of the Indulgentia family, Guilty used the money he earned from selling indulgences to pay bribes in the form of sacrifices, building an impressive network of connections and power. Given his wealth and connections, it's clear that Guilty is someone to be reckoned with, even as Saint Dolores of House Quovadis. So when he openly sexually insulted her, she had no choice but to get angry. And this conflict within Quobadis was already known to the world through newspaper reports. Under these circumstances, Vikiel can hardly be faulted for trying to be considerate. "No, I should be grateful." Dolores had to admit it to herself. If I had met Guilty earlier in the hallway, I might have made a mistake because I couldn't control her expression. And he had to thank Vikir for preventing that from happening. ... and more. "I'm suffocating." Vikil frowned, clearly staring at Guilty. From this, it is clear that Vikir does not like the idea of guilty people selling indulgences. Dolores agrees with Vikiel on this point and feels a little better about his image. "Still, it's not like he's pushing a girl he doesn't know against the wall, and it's not like there's anything going on with us." For those who haven't been there before, the wall... For men who are being forced into it. The wall in his arms was definitely a strong memory. To be honest, I still get nervous thinking about it. ``That was really scary.'' Dolores rubbed his hands together and felt his face heat up a little. ``Maybe, except for the fact that he's lazy, he's actually a good guy.'' Vikil's tone was firm. He was clearly upset about yesterday's events. Dolores stammered a little. "Hmm, well, I was just wondering. I was wondering how your volunteer work is going. I asked some of my friends, and it seems like they're doing a pretty good job."" "Yes." "..." "..." "Oh, yes, please answer." "Yes." "... ...Okay. Dolores panicked, unsure if she should continue the conversation. ``Can conversations really be that difficult?'' Everyone she's ever met has always talked to her without her having to initiate the conversation, and the answers have always come naturally. Even before she asked the question, she had a long list of things she wanted to know and things she didn't want to know. But Vikir was different. He doesn't say anything except what is necessary. Even if the other person was a saint of the seven major families of the empire and the third-year student council president,. Dolores finally decided to come clean. "...Actually. I came to talk to you about what happened yesterday." "...?" Vikir's brow furrowed slightly. Apparently, yesterday's memory was very unpleasant. Dolores closed his eyes tightly and decided to tell the truth. "Well, it's just that we have a family history... I think I overreacted yesterday, but I'm sure you were just trying to help me, and I yelled at you yesterday. However. She couldn't finish her apology. ...Pot! Vikir jumped out of his seat and ran somewhere. "I'm sorry...right?" Dolores looked up. No, you can't force forgiveness, but it's still a bit much for someone to sincerely apologize and walk away. Dolores looked up, embarrassed, embarrassed, and disappointed. Huh? "What!" Dolores opened his eyes. The direction Vikir ran was toward the sewers where the children gathered. It was too deep and dirty to go near. Some children were already peering dangerously into the sewer. Dolores quickly ran to the sewers. As I approached, I saw the nymphet crying. "Oh, the ball..." The ball they were playing with fell into the sewer. She knew that children were using the same old balls over and over again because of the lack of supplies. She often bought us new balls every time we visited, but because so many children were playing with them, the balls quickly wore out and burst. How sad would the children be if their new ball ended up in the sewer? ...when Dolores thinks. "It's deep. Avoid." Vikir's short warning followed. "?" Dolores turned her head in confusion. ...Damn! Vikir jumped into the sewers. He didn't hesitate for a second. Puff, puff, puff, puff! In the disgusting sewage, Vikir moved like a swimmer and finally picked up the ball that the children had dropped. Yay! As Vikir emerges from the sewers, a group of frightened children approaches. "Please don't play near the sewers; it's dangerous. I flattened that playground so you could play there, and...the ball is dirty, so I'll wash it and give it back to you." casually said to Vikir while dripping dirt. And. "..." Dolores looked at Vikir's wide, earthy back and suddenly felt her whole body become hot. ``What, what, why?'' His cheeks felt so hot that he placed a cold palm on them. It was a very strange and mysterious feeling, and I didn't even know what it was. _____________________ _____________________ "??? Get ready to dive into a new chapter of this captivating novel every day , and don't forget to Rate this novel and add it to your library! ????"
