He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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At that moment, Midori Kana hugged Shirakawa from behind.

So this is the situation she was referring to.

The large, round water bag was pressed tightly against Shirakawa's back, and his arms wrapped around Shirakawa's waist.

“Staying up late playing on your phone is bad for kids,” Kana said softly.

Kana reached out, flipped Shirakawa's phone onto the bed, and then gently pinched Shirakawa's pectoral muscles.

Wow, this kid's chest muscles are pretty firm.

Kana may seem to be reminding Shirakawa to go to bed early, but deep down she also wants to get closer to him.

Unlike adults like Shinichi, Kana always felt the same way about raising the Mitsu sisters when she saw Shirakawa as a "child".

However, the feeling was a bit strange. It seemed to contain not only the love of elders for younger generations, but also some other strange elements.

As for what these feelings are, Kana doesn't know either.

She held Shirakawa like that.

Even through the thick water bag, Shirakawa could feel Aunt Mido's heart beating.

Her plump, firm thighs were sandwiched between Shirakawa's legs, and you could feel her chin pressing against the back of her head.

The gentle, warm feeling had already overwhelmed Xingyu, and fatigue and drowsiness swept over him. Bai Chuan lazily yawned.

Goodnight, Aunt Mido.

Goodnight, Shirakawa-kun.

164. Saint Catherine

My head hurts so much, what happened?

In a daze, Shirakawa opened his eyes.

The sun was shining brightly, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the air was fresh.

There was no sense of modernity at all; it felt like stepping into a medieval fantasy world.

A tall and solemn church came into view.

Behind us was a winding dirt road that seemed to have no end, with many trees growing crookedly on both sides.

Shirakawa was standing in front of the cathedral.

what happened?

Wasn't I just sleeping in bed?

Dreaming?

Shirakawa rubbed his eyes.

The church was magnificent, with a cross adorning the spire of the building and a bronze bell tower beside it.

How could I have such a dream? I've never even been to a place like this before!

A melodious and solemn piano piece drifted from the church.

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Shirakawa forcefully pushed open the two wooden doors of the church.

The interior decorations are more sacred and majestic, and the carvings and murals on the walls have a European artistic feel.

Rows of marble columns stood tall. The windows were adorned with gold leaf, gemstones, and stained glass, creating a magnificent scene.

In the center is a rectangular table covered with a white cloth embroidered with a cross. Behind the table, a nun is facing away from Shirakawa, playing a huge pipe organ.

Her fingers danced nimbly across the piano keys. She was dressed in a pure white nun's habit, and the holy sword rested beside her seat. Her silhouette was exactly the same as the woman in the video that Cecilia had shown to Shirakawa.

Two rows of brand-new wooden benches were placed. In the front row, a row of women sat with their backs to Shirakawa. They were all dressed exactly the same, with the only difference being their height and weight.

As if sensing Shirakawa's arrival, the woman playing the organ paused, picked up the exquisite holy sword as tall as a person, and stood up.

"You've come, traveler lost in another world." The woman slowly turned around, with yellow hair and blue-green eyes, like a larger version of Jackie.

Their clothing had nothing to do with holiness; the white nun's habit was deliberately designed to be openwork, exposing the waist, thighs, and shoulders. The fabric only covered the private parts, making it more like erotic clothing, or medieval brothels.

Even dressed like this, Shirakawa felt no desire whatsoever. Instead, he felt that she was both holy and proud, and he wanted to kneel down before her in reverence.

Why would I have such a nightmare?

Shirakawa wanted to wake up, so he bit his arm hard.

It doesn't hurt, not at all, I didn't even feel my lips or teeth touching my arm.

Shirakawa seemed to be immersed in a void.

The women sitting in the first row all turned around, their faces expressionless, staring straight at Shirakawa.

I've seen some of Shirakawa in Secia's videos, but not others.

They all had blond hair and blue-green eyes.

That cold, empty gaze sent chills down Shirakawa's spine.

"Who are you? No, what are you?"

"Do not be afraid, traveler from another world. My name is Catherine, and I am a nun who has been hunting down the demon Cecilia for thousands of years."

Catherine gripped the holy sword, which was almost as tall as a person, and slammed the tip of the sword against the ground like a scepter.

The women sitting in the first row vanished instantly, and at the same time, an immense pressure pressed down on Bai Chuan, making it hard for him to breathe.

Ah, how sacred she is! I would give her my body, my life, everything I have.

A voice in his mind said this, trying to control Shirakawa's mind.

Shirakawa used his mental fortitude to forcefully suppress the voice.

Catherine was puzzled. Her power had never failed her; it could make anyone kneel down in worship and obey her commands.

Why doesn't it work on Shirakawa?

Could it be because he's a traveler from another world?

Interesting. What kind of servant did that demon choose?

"What are you going to do to me?" Shirakawa asked, his body slightly bent, enduring the mental pollution.

"I'm just here to remind you, traveler from another world, not to be immersed in the lies woven by the demon Cecilia. Face your reality and return to your original world," Catherine advised, but Shirakawa listened as if it were some kind of command.

"I want to go back, but I can't!"

“This is not difficult. As long as we join forces and kill Cecilia, I can use my power to send you back to your original world.”

What if I don't want to go back?

He already has many things in this world that he can't let go of, and he can't bring himself to go back to his original life.

"It's not up to you!"

Catherine tapped the holy sword again, and even greater power and pressure pressed down on Bai Chuan. Bai Chuan's thoughts became sluggish, as if he was about to be possessed by that holiness and light. Bai Chuan could only grit his teeth and desperately hold on.

“Poor traveler… seduced by the devil, becoming her nourishment. And yet, completely unaware!” Catherine shook her head.

"I want to get out of here! Wake me up!" Shirakawa clenched his fists, stepped on the red carpet, charged forward, and threw a punch at Catherine's face.

Catherine laughed, her body suddenly vanishing before Bai Chuan's eyes, leaving him empty-handed.

what's the situation?

Before she could think further, another woman dressed exactly like Catherine suddenly appeared on the wooden bench.

She was the woman who hunted down Cecilia during the age of pirates.

Despite the oppressive aura, Shirakawa rushed forward and threw another punch.

After a second marriage, the woman suddenly disappeared again, and another woman reappeared.

With a smile, he teased Shirakawa.

However, even if the power of the artifact is enhanced to this extent, it still cannot control his mind?

Seeing Shirakawa swing his fist at her again, Catherine dodged once more.

It's just a pointless struggle.

"This is a dream, don't waste your energy, traveler from another world."

Are all these people your alter egos?

“Of course not,” another “Catherine” laughed. “I am not a person, nor a god. I am just a will and a thought, which is passed down through generations via the sacred artifacts in my hands and my bloodline. At the right time, I invade and occupy the minds of my descendants to continue the mission of hunting down Cecilia.”

"Then, Jackie is..."

"Hahaha, you've hit the nail on the head." Catherine snapped her fingers crisply.

Jackie's figure slowly appeared on the seat next to her, dressed in the same clothes as Catherine, sitting there like a puppet.

“This girl is only wearing the cross necklace; she hasn’t been given the nun’s robes and the holy sword yet. The moment she puts these things on, she will no longer be Jackie,” Catherine said with a smile, her words carrying a hint of threat.