Another day had passed.

Every part of the body was filled with an itchy feeling.

The third stall in the cathedral had become Hilmirya's private space.

Today, that man didn't show up at all.

It was strange because every day was filled with his harassment, and every day the body was filled with his stench.

But now, Hilmirya felt empty and uncomfortable.

Every part of the body was screaming to be touched, to be filled with something.

Hilmirya had been in this stall for half a day.

Even though the feet were numb, even though the body and mind were weak, Hilmirya just didn't want to leave.

It was unknown how many times this behavior had been repeated, and there was a constant desire to stop it all.

It wasn't until the church bells rang, signaling dusk, that Hilmirya began to regain some clarity.

"It's... it's already this late..."

Looking at the water on their hands, tears streamed down Hilmirya's face.

"This... this shouldn't be happening..."

Opening the stall door, with vacant eyes, Hilmirya walked all the way to where Cyclone worked.

Opening the door, no one was there.

"By the way, we're going to the top sixteen next month."

"Yes, then it will be one match every two weeks."

"Yeah, in between matches, the Great Dragon Festival will open the street for the eliminated participants to set up their own food stalls, a chance to earn some money."

"Is that so?"

"After all, the next Great Dragon Festival won't be for another ten years. With so many people now, of course, they want to set up stalls and make some money."

"According to you, the streets will be filled with delicious food then?"

"Of course."

Two nuns walked by, but they didn't see Hilmirya.

Because Hilmirya had already hidden in the room and closed the door behind them.

...

No words were spoken, the two nuns left, and Hilmirya did not leave the room either.

Instead, she unconsciously walked to the sickbed and even drooled.

Suddenly, Hilmirya remembered the lovely trainee nuns.

Wiping the drool, she shook her head.

"What... what am I doing?!"

Although she took a step back, Hilmirya, who had started to pant, slowly walked back to the sickbed.

After struggling for a while, she finally lay down on the bed.

"No... no..."

Hilmirya hugged the pillow tightly on the sickbed.

"Don't.. don't come near..."

Murmuring softly, she let the pillow rub against her body.

When Hilmirya opened her eyes again, a day had passed.

Cyclone didn't go to work yesterday either.

"Ugh..."

Just as Hilmirya sighed, a voice came from outside the door.

It was Cyclone.

"I'm sorry I didn't go to work yesterday..."

"Although you are here to work to keep an eye on Marcina, you can't just skip work like that~"

The voice of the archbishop spoke to Cyclone.

The two of them were getting closer and closer to the office.

Hilmirya was taken aback, feeling embarrassed to be caught by Cyclone like this. If the leader knew how lustful she was, it would be a disgrace to the constant care the Water Sect had shown her.

Hilmirya immediately pulled the curtain of the sickbed, trying to hide herself.

The door opened, and Hilmirya crouched under the sheets, trembling.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits?"

"Well... you wouldn't understand, there have been some developments at home these past few days."

"Is that so..."

The leader didn't press further, signaling his lack of concern for Cyclone.

Cyclone understood, harboring no resentment towards him, for the relationship between them and the leader was purely transactional, devoid of any emotion.

"Don't worry, things will get better soon."

With these slightly caring words, the leader closed the door behind him.

After the leader left, Cyclone approached the sickbed that was surrounded by the curtain.

"Sigh~ for now, just get some good rest here."

Cyclone opened the curtain to find the wet bed, with Hilmirya lying on it.

"This... this..."

Looking at Hilmirya who seemed to have been up to something odd in the bed, Cyclone calmly remarked,

"You've arrived at the right time..."