Looking at that pace, it really doesn’t look like an old man who has just whipped himself severely... He even still has the penance belt that pierced his flesh on his legs!

Sister Celine had no choice but to quickly move the seriously injured person to the empty desk. After a while, Scholar Calvin came in holding two clay pots. He thrust one of the clay pots into Sister Celine's hand.

And said: "Wait a minute, I will apply it first, and then you apply it again on the place where I applied it. The time should not exceed five seconds. Remember?"

"Ah? Me?" Sister Selien opened her mouth, then swallowed and nodded: "I...I'll try my best!"

 The two clay pots contained some viscous substance, which had a vague smell of medicine...but it obviously didn't look like a regular prescription ointment.

At this time, the Calvinists had already begun to apply ointment on the seriously injured people. Sister Celine was a little overwhelmed, but she could only follow the instructions.

 There were candles lit in the study, and there seemed to be no electric lights here... In the dim light, the two of them worked together, and it took them more than half an hour to apply the ointment.

Although she didn’t know the origin of these ointments, when Sister Selien saw that although the seriously injured person was unconscious, her eyebrows showing pain gradually relaxed, she had to secretly say a miracle.

 “Sister Celine.” The Calvinist called directly at this time.

"Yes! I'm here!" the nun responded nervously.

I only heard the Calvin scholar say: "Now, you have two choices. The first one is to leave here. You have to forget what happened tonight, so that your life may not be disturbed."

 “Then…what about the second one?”

"You stay." The Calvin scholar said slowly: "Ask me what happened, but before asking, you must be prepared... Some things, once you know them, will be difficult to look back on. You may even get killed because of this.

It involves unprecedented danger. I suggest you choose the first one."

"I..." The faces of the children in the orphanage flashed through the nun's mind at this moment, so she took a deep breath and said seriously: "I choose the first one."

"Then please go back." Calvin nodded calmly: "Remember, don't tell anyone, including Asaches."

 Sister Celine nodded silently... She quickly glanced at the seriously injured person, then turned around and walked resolutely toward the door.

 “Wait, Celine?” The Calvinist shouted suddenly.

 Sister Celine turned around.

I saw the Calvin scholar frowning, and the eyes staring at her changed, "I remember... Celine, you are a reserve member of the Saint Maiden, and you were the fifth place in the last class?"

 “Is there... any problem?” Sister Celine said subconsciously.

"There is a problem." The Calvin scholar said calmly: "Since you are a reserve member of the Holy Maiden, you do not have the first choice. I am sorry to tell you, Sister Celine, you may need to stay."

 Sister Celine’s eyes suddenly widened!

　　——Old man, you can’t be so immoral!
Chapter completed!