Aisha’s words landed, and Roy visibly froze for a moment.

A faint flush then crept up the boy’s cheeks as he tilted his head up shyly.

His gaze drifted over the snow-white peaks before settling on Sister Elsa’s face—

only to find her wearing the same flustered expression as his own.

“I-I mean—!”

“What I’m saying is… Roy, you’ve been having trouble sleeping, right?”

“Because of those awful women, you’ve got some… psychological scars. But I’m different!”

“I’m a nun! A nun!”

“A nun sworn to serve the divine. People always call me ‘pure’ or whatever… I don’t even know what that means.”

*That self-praising vibe again.*

“But one thing’s certain—this word definitely doesn’t apply to those fiery… succubi.”

“Which means I’m practically the opposite of those dream demons!”

“And if… if my embrace can truly comfort you, Roy…”

“Maybe… maybe I can help you overcome the shadows those women left behind!”

Aisha pressed a hand to her chest, breathless as she defended herself,

a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her brow.

She seemed tense, anxious—

or perhaps hiding something deeper…

a secret longing.

“I… do feel comfort and warmth in your embrace, Sister Elsa,” Roy murmured, confirming her words.

Aisha’s heart leapt.

“But… suddenly suggesting we sleep together…”

Roy’s eyes darted away. His pale, delicate collarbone—exposed by his tilted head—looked utterly tempting, radiating pure, noble youth.

*prprpr! (Mlem mlem!)*

If Aisha were truly a succubus, she’d have lost all reason by now, licking the boy senseless.

*The innocence of youth is the most alluring fruit!*

*“Little boy”… that’s going too far.*

*Nothing beats a boy’s charm!*

“Are you… really sure about this, Sister Elsa?”

“Is it really worth… going this far for me?”

Unexpectedly, Roy wasn’t thinking of his own convenience.

He worried for Sister Elsa’s virtue.

“I’m a man, after all. And you’re a chaste nun.”

“How can we possibly…”

He trailed off, too flustered to continue.

But his words struck Aisha deep in her heart.

Though still young, Roy already carried a man’s sense of duty.

Of course, this wasn’t about legal adulthood.

By Divine Blessing Continent’s standards, Roy was fully capable of fathering children—undeniably a grown man.

Yet “man” meant more than biology.

It meant bearing responsibility, standing tall.

So when this tender youth called himself a “man,”

Aisha’s eyes sparkled with newfound light,

and the little deer in her chest had to sprint wildly all over again.

“Yes! Of course it’s fine!” she blurted, eager to erase his doubts.

“Since you know I’m a nun, you must understand:”

“Our creed is devotion to the Light. Our duty is healing broken hearts.”

*And using my warm, mature body to soothe his soul?*

*That’s my own willing sacrifice.*

Roy seemed moved by the nun’s words.

He blinked, his handsome face softening—

though one question lingered.

“So… Sister, are you this kind only to me? Or to others too?”

*Only to you!*

The words nearly burst from Aisha’s heart.

But nunly discipline choked them back.

She longed to show blatant favoritism…

but that would betray her faith.

So she compromised:

“As a nun, I must heal every soul who seeks the Church’s grace.”

“But for you, Roy… I’ll be especially devoted.”

*Not for faith. For my heart!*

Hearing this, Roy smiled—a shy, satisfied curve of his lips.

“Sister Elsa… you’re truly the kind of nun I admire.”

“Oh, hush~” Aisha reached out, ruffling his hair.

His strands were silk beneath her fingers, utterly addictive.

“Then it’s settled! Tonight, Roy, you’ll rest in my room.”

“I’ll cure your insomnia!”

Since things had gone this far,

refusing would be rude.

*Honestly… what a surprise. Sister Elsa would go this far for me?*

Roy pretended to ponder, head bowed—

but the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

His noble amethyst eyes flickered like dancing flames.

“…Alright. Thank you, Sister.”

“I’ve got apprentice duties at the Alchemy Guild tomorrow. This insomnia… it’s been troubling me.”

*Exactly!* Aisha cheered inwardly.

Her hand slid from his hair to his shoulder, pulling him gently toward her room—

*ahem*, guiding him.

“Oh, Sister Elsa… how’s Airi been lately?”

As they walked, Roy suddenly asked, as if remembering something.

Aisha’s steps faltered. Her earlier excitement dimmed.

“Airi… same as always.”

“But Roy… thank you. Truly. For taking care of her all this time.”

As the region’s most beloved nun, Aisha was always busy.

She juggled the Church’s expectations and the confessions of countless devotees.

Daylight hours left little room for her sister.

Only at night could she rush home to care for Airi—

exhausting after a full day’s work.

But ever since Roy moved next door to the sisters,

things changed.

The kind-hearted boy volunteered to massage Airi’s legs, chat with her, or wheel her outside for fresh air.

Aisha never doubted his goodness.

But time erodes all kindness—even the purest intentions.

She’d expected him to give up quickly.

Instead, he persisted without complaint or expectation.

Thanks to Roy’s care, Airi’s spirit had stabilized.

Her gloom had lifted like clouds parting for sunlight.

Aisha had tended her sister for years. She knew the change was real.

If Roy’s beauty and gentleness were the key that unlocked Sister Elsa’s heart,

then his devotion to Airi—his sincerity, his selflessness—

was the path that led him straight to its core.

Aisha had once vowed: if her future partner refused to care for Airi,

she’d remain a pure nun, serving the Goddess of Light forever.

But what if…

what if someone appeared who cherished Airi *and* stole her own heart?

Aisha tightened her grip on Roy’s arm, her blush refusing to fade.