Chapter 92

I never thought that a Holy Knight would turn out to be such an oddball.

But is it unexpected yet reasonable? After all, there are so many clerics in the Church, so it's not strange for one oddball to appear. After all, even among the Necromancers, known for their evil and sinister nature, there emerged a passionate, cheerful, brave, upright, handsome, and just a bit lively man. So, it's not too strange for a female knight with severe delusions and a penchant for masochism to occasionally appear among the clerics.

"So..." Sigma stroked his chin, pondering, "Your attributes are being a masochist with a penchant for unhealthy delusions and a love for dirty jokes, right...?"

"Not a masochist! No!" Jili loudly rejected.

...So, you didn't object to the other attributes?

Sigma gave her a sidelong glance: "Liar, when I just used a hand strike on you, you were clearly enjoying it."

"That's not true, I was clearly emitting a painful cry. Because I was rudely treated by a man I had only known for a day and who I initially had a good impression of. He not only roughly tore off my armor that protects my true self but also peeped at all my secrets. The upright, strict, never-mistaken, respected Holy Knight Jili-Claire stood before him, as if naked and shameful, with everything exposed to his gaze. Not only that, because he held an important secret, I had to endure and remain silent in front of this evil Necromancer, and even had to endure his rough treatment, with my cries of pain only fueling his beastly nature..."

"You're enjoying this!" The veins on Sigma's forehead bulged, "Saying such a provoking thing, you just want me to hit you! You clearly enjoy being hit with a hand strike!"

"Not enjoying! I'm honing myself! Pain and scars make a Holy Knight stronger! I'm training! We Holy Knights are very good at defense! And I have great confidence in my shield and defensive skills!" Jili patted her chest, the chain gloves and steel breastplate clanging, and loudly said, "Do you know! Battle is the ultimate enjoyment! Holy Knights should stand with the Holy Light, whether facing evil enemies or terrifying disasters, we always stand at the forefront, like a rock, the light flowing over our holy shields, the children of the Holy Light never retreat!"

"...Okay, I admit your lines were not only serious but also cool, but what does this have to do with anything? What does it have to do with you liking to be hit?" Sigma was momentarily stunned by Jili's words, but he wasn't stupid and quickly reacted.

"So, I'm honing my will! No matter how heavy the attack, no matter how much mental humiliation, I will never yield! I only need a shield! Because the role of a Holy Knight is to protect, not to attack!" Jili stared intently into Sigma's eyes, as if preaching, and said with great emotion, "Yes, I like defense! Whether in one-on-one combat or dealing with attacks from all sides! I like the sound of arrows hitting the shield! I like the sound of swords striking the shield! I even like the sound of heavy weapons slamming into the shield! The immense force transmitted from the shield to my hands, spreading through my body like an electric current, resonating with the Holy Light that protects me! The ultimate enjoyment! I also like the sensation of magic hitting the shield! The four elements, their transformations, the intensity of fire, the depth of earth, the variability of water, the lightness of air! Wind blades cutting, leaving marks on the shield! Thunder rumbling, every piece of metal trembling! I enjoy the powerful enemies using their strong arms to strike with heavy weapons, and the agile enemies' swift attacks and ambushes! No matter what, I will defend, and even if I can't defend, it's fine! I love being surrounded by relentless enemies, with all kinds of weapons and spells raining down like a storm! Pushing myself to my limits, doing everything to block them! I must keep all attacks outside my defensive circle! But occasionally, an attack will break through my defenses and hit me, it hurts! My armor cries out! If I don't work harder, my armor will slowly break under the enemy's attacks! My pure body, unseen by anyone, will be exposed to the ugly and strong enemies! They will go mad, their gazes becoming more dangerous, they will change their strategy, they will hunt me like wolves hunting a deer! Then they will capture me! Ah, they will capture me, strip off my broken armor, bind my limbs with heavy chains, press me onto the cold, uneven ground, it hurts..."

"...Enough! You're off track again!" Sigma delivered another hand strike, "And don't use such cool lines to cover up your terrible nature! No matter how beautifully you speak, you're still a masochist! You need to behave!"

"It hurts! But... but... there's a strange feeling..." Jili clutched her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Sigma, "So, this is your plan? Casually hitting me with hand strikes, not too hard but not too light, gradually making me get used to this feeling, thus awakening a special constitution hidden in my body, making me slowly indulge in the pleasure of being humiliated by you, then changing hand strikes to whips, candles, and even more terrifying props... You plan to make me a masochist addicted to S&M games!?"

"Bold! Reckless! You're already a super masochist! Don't try to shift the blame to me! You, a female knight with severe delusions and a penchant for unhealthy thoughts!" Just as Sigma was about to deliver another hand strike, he saw the look of fear and anticipation in Jili's eyes and shuddered—this woman was truly terrifying. Sigma had seen many oddballs in his life, but this was the first time he encountered such a prime example. Don't think that a sadist naturally has a strategic advantage over a masochist; that's a misconception. A true sadist wouldn't bother bullying a masochist; their interest lies in turning other sadists into masochists. So, when Sigma suddenly met Jili, he was completely unprepared, feeling at a loss, like a rat trying to drag a turtle. Seeing Jili about to say something explosive, he decisively shouted, "If you say any more terrible lines, I'll tell everything to Bishop Harry!"

"Sniff... sniff..." Hearing this, Jili finally calmed down, showing a look of fear and worry as she looked at Sigma and whispered, "Bad... bad guy!"

But soon, her wild and unrestrained thoughts wandered far, muttering, "If my secrets are made public, and all my fellow clerics in the Church know, and I'm taken to the Inquisition for public trial, and punished in the grand square under the scorn, disbelief, disappointment, and condemnation of the thousands of clerics who once respected and admired me... Huh... huh... it... it seems kind of..."

"...Sigma looked at Jili, who had just calmed down but was now breathing heavily, and realized one thing: this person is almost completely rotten inside.

It's all the Church's fault, with their stern faces and serious demeanor, not even allowing a dirty joke, they've forced a good girl to become like this...

The Necromancer looked at the Holy Knight, who was once again lost in her imagination, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. Clearly, this person had suppressed her true nature and terrible thoughts for over a decade, and today they were all bursting out, and it wouldn't be easy to calm down.

Letting her be on her own? That seems troublesome, because this blushing, breathless, shy Holy Knight is so different from the cold and indifferent Jili that the clerics, who are not blind, would easily notice her abnormality. At that time, the cunning old man Bishop Harry would definitely blame Sigma, and this time, due to Sigma's bad reputation and past misdeeds, neither the Necromancer nor the Holy Knight would believe the truth that "this ice-cold Holy Knight is actually a person with a penchant for unhealthy thoughts." Instead, they would unanimously believe the lie that "Sigma turned a good Holy Knight into a shameless little bitch"...

Alright, alright, she needs to calm down.

Sigma sighed, "Alright, alright, I'll take you to my place, show you the collection, show you the angels... I think we should get our stories straight..."

After all, the Church people won't stop until they see the angels, so it's better to let Jili act as the intermediary. Since he has leverage over her, she's easier to deal with than Bishop Harry...

What he didn't notice was that upon hearing his words, the corners of Jili's mouth subtly curved upward.

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