“Faaather, what are you doing here, this late at niight?”

From a different door than the one the priest used, a woman appeared.

Her slow, drawn-out way of speaking suggests she might be a nun here.

She had long hair flowing down her back. Despite it being the middle of the night, she was wearing a large cowl over her head and a nun’s habit.

The colors were modest, but... isn’t her habit kind of strange?

Normally, a nun’s habit is made loose so it hides the contours of the body, but this one... it’s tight—no, actually, it’s too small.

Because of her good figure, her underwear was clearly visible through the habit. On top of that, the habit was torn from around her waist down to her feet, looking like an aggressively slitted skirt.

Her eyes, slightly droopy and barely open, held a tear mole. Thick, red lips. Slightly sweaty, disheveled breathing.

And the way she stood under the soft light from the wall—it was incredibly provocative, and I unconsciously swallowed hard.

“Haa... Sister, this man is an old friend. He’s a merchant, and quite busy, so we could only meet at this hour.”

“I seee. I was walking down the haall to use the restroom when I heard voices, so I hurried overrr. I’m glad it’s nothing bad.”

Did she catch her habit on something along the way?

Now I understand why the priest’s “Rationality” stat is high, yet his “Lust” level is rising. The cause is definitely her. What the hell is with this bundle of eroticism?

Is it the taboo appeal of being a clergyperson in a habit?

Each time she shyly tries to cover the torn parts of her outfit, her chest and rear push against the fabric and sway gently. That sight was oddly arousing...

Wait, hold on. This isn’t right. Sure, she’s attractive, but there’s no way I’d be this affected emotionally.

I always have “Mental Disorder Resistance” activated. There’s no way I’d normally feel lust this easily.

...This calls for “Appraisal.”

After reading the skills floating above her head, everything made sense.

“Sex Appeal,” “Seduction,” “Charm”—she had all of them, and at pretty high levels. On top of that, she also had “Obliviousness.”

This woman must have chosen the wrong profession. If she worked in the nightlife business, becoming a billionaire wouldn’t be a dream.

There’s a type of demon called a succubus, a beautiful woman who seduces men and drains their energy. Her skill set and levels are on par with one of them.

The priest had been resisting getting swept away by this flood of erotica every day...

“You’ve had a hard time, haven’t you, Father?”

“You understand me!?”

As a fellow man, I could feel the priest’s pain deeply. I quietly extended my hand. The priest gave a large nod and grasped it, teary-eyed.

Seriously, it’s a miracle he’s held out until now.

Now that the cause is clear, I’d love to buy up her skills too. If not, the priest will undoubtedly awaken to “Lust” again—I can say that with certainty.

Also, a lot of women would want skills like hers. It would be a profitable trade, if I can manage it.

“Well theen, I’ll be taking my leavee. Pardon the intrusionn.”

As she bowed deeply, the slit in her habit tore further, now exposing her skin up to around the armpit area.

And she doesn’t even notice. The “Obliviousness” skill is terrifying when paired with the right combinations.

“Please wear this.”

The priest’s ceremonial robe was made of three layers, so he took off the top one and draped it over the sister. While doing his best not to look directly at her.

...I really need to do something to help, and fast.

“By the way, Sister. I’m just a humble merchant, but is there anything you need? I also deal in magic tools—perhaps I have something that could help with your troubles.”

“Oh myy, a merchant, you saay? Things I need, or troublesss? Before becoming a nun, I used to be chased around by perverts, groped on the street, and once even had someone beg me to step on their head while insulting themm.”

With those skills, that’s practically inevitable.

People like the priest, who can resist her, are rare. Most would lose control of their urges and end up doing something like that.

“Buuut, ever since I became a nun and started living hereee, each day has been so happy, and I have no worries at allll.”

He pressed his hands together in prayer to God, but it seemed like the congregation and the priest were simply enduring it. Does this person always show up whenever there's a service...? The faith of the believers is truly being tested.

“By the way, ever since she started coming here, we've had more male worshippers attending.”

The priest whispered that to me discreetly.

I couldn’t really blame the male worshippers. If I were younger, I might have been a regular myself.

“Forgive me if this sounds rude, but have you ever checked what your skills are, Sister?”

“Oh, but of course I haveee. My parents were also devout believersss, so they told me the resultsss when I was just a childdd. It’s a bit embarrassinggg, but it seems I have something called ‘Obliviousness’... I hopeee I can overcome it somedayyy.”

She definitely does have “Obliviousness.”

Perhaps her parents withheld information about her other skills. It’s not uncommon for parents to keep negative or undesirable skills secret until their child grows up.

This complicates things. Is it really okay to tell her about skills she’s unaware of? There’s even a chance—though not certain—that she’s fully aware and is deliberately using her skills to seduce people, like a wicked woman.

“Ouch. I’m sooo sorryyy.”

The Sister tripped spectacularly after stepping on the hem of her vestments, exposing her bottom.

If that was intentional, she could be an actress. I’d like to introduce her to Cheily.

Since the priest can use Appraisal, does that mean he already knows what her skills are?

“...Father. Do you know what her skills are?”

“...Yes. I do.”

We exchanged words in a whisper, making sure the Sister couldn’t hear us, but she didn’t seem interested in our conversation. She simply stood there smiling.

I turned my back to her and stepped a bit further away.

“If we don’t remove her skill, there’s a risk that ‘Lust’ might resurface.”

“So it’s as I feared. She herself doesn’t realize what her skill is. Given her personality, I believe she’d be devastated if we told her the truth.”

If she were aware of her sex appeal, it would be a much simpler conversation. But she seems like a genuinely kind Sister, which makes things difficult.

We exchanged glances and groaned, “Hmm...”

“Ah, that’s righttt. Fatherrr, I’m sooo sorry for the short noticeee, but may I take two days off in a weekkk?”

As we were deep in thought, the Sister suddenly said that to the priest.

“Yes, there are no events planned, so that’s not a problem. Do you have something planned?”

“A friend of mineee will be visiting this town soonnn, and she askedd me to let her use Appraisal on meee. She’s had the skill for some timeee, but never managed to see others’ skillsss, so she’s been training for a long whileee. About a month agooo, she finally succeededdd, and now she wants to try it out on meee.”

“I see. Your friend must’ve worked very hard. ...Appraisal, you say?”