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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1712

Chapter 1712 – Sister Nuns

To be honest, when they mentioned that there was an order from a big shot above the king, my first thought was Safah, the local big boss of Cando City. Although according to him, he wasn’t the only leader of a gang in Cando City, his influence and power were still among the top three.

But Safah has been busy treating his illness these past two days. He wouldn’t be giving orders to these beggars, nor would he be causing trouble in front of the hospital where he’s being treated.

Not to mention that instigating trouble would bring him no benefit. What he wants now is stability and to lie low during this special period. Once the Crown Prince and the great nobles leave, stirring up trouble would not be in his interest.

Besides, I seemed to have heard of a King of Beggars before. He shouldn’t be one of Safah’s subordinates. Although Safah also operates in a gray area, he mainly makes money from the rich. Beggars and thieves are too low-level for him to bother with.

However, he should have some knowledge about this. I can go and ask Safah. He should still be recuperating in the clinic. I’ll go home and write a letter for Night Bird to take to him.

Just as I returned to the factory, I saw a very interesting scene. Bailing Ding was actually standing outside the factory, peeking into our house over the wall.

“Hey~” I gently tapped her shoulder.

This startled Bailing Ding, and when she turned around and saw me, she quickly said, “Miss Parul! I wasn’t, I wasn’t peeping, I was just…”

“If you want to see Older Brother Jayad, just go in. What are you afraid of? I didn’t say you couldn’t see him. But when did you get here? Aren’t you protecting Safah at the clinic anymore?” I asked with a smile.

“Uh, I just arrived. Mr. Safah said he wanted to recover in peace, and a new bodyguard has replaced me, so I’m temporarily free. Then I remembered you said Mr. Jayad was at home,” Bailing Ding said softly.

I see, so she’s off duty. She must have come while I was undergoing surgery. It’s a good thing I have something to ask her, but since I ran into her, I might as well tease her a bit first.

“Oh, so you came to have a secret rendezvous with Older Brother Jayad?” I continued to ask with a smile. Cheating cats are not a good habit.

“No! Definitely no rendezvous! I was just, well, I wanted to know how Mr. Jayad’s preparations for the Knight Competition were going,” Bailing Ding explained.

Stop explaining, explaining is covering up, I thought to myself, but I said, “If you want to see me, just go in. Why are you watching from here?”

Bailing Ding only reacted then: “That’s right. I saw three suspicious women at your doorstep. I suspect they are acquaintances of Mr. Jayad, but they seemed to be arguing, so I wanted to observe.”

What she meant was that she thought these three women might like Older Brother Jayad, so she was observing them secretly. This made me even more curious. Where did three more women come from? When did my brother get involved with so many women?

“What kind of women? I don’t see any?” I looked towards the door of my house. There were no women there.

“Uh, they looked like three nuns, wearing very strange nun habits. One of them has a great figure, a large bust, and long legs. The other two look very similar, like sisters, but they just went to the back,” Bailing Ding said.

Judging by her description, the nun with the great figure immediately made me think of Lorna. If the other two were also nuns, they might be from Arianism. They went to the back?

I activated my God’s Eye and saw that on the side of the villa, there were Indeed three nuns. One of them was Lorna, blushing furiously and arguing fiercely with the other two nuns.

The nun habits of those two nuns had similar patterns and designs to Lorna’s. They should also be members of Arianism, but their styles were very special.

Aside from the witch’s headdress, they were wearing black tight-fitting clothes, which looked like rubber and hugged their bodies completely. Two harnesses were wrapped around their upper and lower chests, making their already large breasts appear even bigger.

The black tight-fitting rubber suit only covered half of their buttocks, wrapping around from the crotch to the front. It was less a tunic and more like a competitive swimsuit. The edges dug slightly into their tender skin, and one could even see the indentations underneath, making it look very realistic and lewd.

Wearing this would be too much for the image of a nun. So, they added a long skirt to the lower body, but this skirt only covered the back half. The front was open, and the fabric parted like curtains, revealing their black stockings and the area covered by the swimsuit from the front.

The reason for this design was likely for easier access to weapons, because I already saw that they had weapons tied to thigh straps. One had a gun on the right and a dagger on the left, while the other had the opposite. Still, it felt quite lewd.

What was most striking wasn’t their special attire, but the dark golden crest hovering behind their heads.

It looked like a shrine, or a birdcage, with a circular sun pattern emitting light inside. Above the birdcage was a Cross, and on both sides were two birds.

And these two birds were different. One nun had a white dove on the left and a raven on the right, while the other had a cuckoo on the left and a magpie on the right.

With such obvious symbolism, this dark golden crest must have a unique function. And they kept the crest hovering behind their heads and wore peculiar clothes. If they stood on the street, they would surely be the center of attention.

The only explanation was that these two nuns, like their colleague Lorna, had disguised themselves with Divine Spells, making themselves appear normal to passersby.

“Bailing Ding, can you see the crests on those two nuns’ heads?” I asked.

“Huh? Crest? What crest? I only feel like those two look very alike,” Bailing Ding asked with a bewildered expression. As expected, she couldn’t see the crests.

Indeed, as she said, the two nuns arguing with Lorna looked very similar, almost identical. They both had short white hair with a hint of light blue, beautiful faces around the age of twenty, and even similar body types.

They should be twin sisters, I guessed. Since they were arguing near my house, I could roughly guess what they were arguing with Lorna about.

Ever since I found out that Jayad and I were being monitored by Rodrigo, I had Via, who was not under surveillance, write a letter on my behalf and had Packhorse deliver it to Lorna.

It explained that we were being monitored and were trying to counterattack. It asked her not to contact Older Brother Jayad recently to avoid exposing more of our hidden allies, and to help us if necessary.

Now it seemed that after Older Brother Jayad hadn’t contacted them for two days, Arianism couldn’t sit still.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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