Chapter Six (Part 3): Such Would Be My Justice

"So... Can anyone even tell me what exactly happened here?"

While I was staring at Leo's motionless body, suddenly I heard a voice coming from the air above where the book had just fallen from, it was the voice of a woman which sounds a bit deep like the speaker herself was in her thirties or so.

And I guessed that was also the voice of our vigilante who decided to prevent the brawl from happening by beating the sh*t out of Leo... with a thick bible.

W-Was that a book or a weapon, may I ask?

"Hello, lobster boy, tell me what happened, will ya?" A--

"Excuse me?" To be honest, the moment that mysterious vigilante decided to greet me by calling me 'Lobster boy', I almost choked on my saliva, here I thought there could be nothing worse than being called a shrimp??? Why did these Hunters love calling me a crustacean so bad??? Did my head really look like that of a boiled lobster, huh???

Anyhow, when I decided to turn my head toward where the voice was coming from, and then I saw what that person look like, my mouth immediately shut itself up even before emitting a sound.

That vigilante, she was a nun - a nun with long lilac purple hair, and foxy gray eyes which give off enigmatic vibes, and a youthful face that doesn't seem to match with her voice in the slightest bit.

What the--

"No need for an 'Excuse me', boy. We Hunters always get to the point. Now, if you can provide me with an answer, do it. If you can't, then he will." said the nun who then gestured me to look at Pastor Orobas with her head. Seeing that the demon priest was holding his temple lightly while making such a confused face, should I dare assume that he had already come back to his senses?

"Orobas, answer me, will you?"

"Ugh... What...?"

Woah, and did the nun just call Pastor Orobas without including his title--???

"The question was 'What happened?', Orobas."

"Oh-- Alright..."

And she even pressed him into replying to her???

Who EXACTLY was this woman?

As I was staring at the sister in awe, it was then that Pastor Orobas seem to have fully regained his consciousness, still, he turned to look at her with eyes narrowing down, which didn't feel like his usual self at all.

"Orobas?"

In the split second after getting called by his name again, the demon priest seemed to freeze a bit... and then he let out a smile.

"Yes, Chamiria~ Oh, I'm so so sorry. I got distracted by the chandelier so beautiful, it reminds me of the light of His Grace~ What did you just ask me again?" After a smile came his cheerful tone of voice. It felt natural, indeed, but at the same time, too natural.

To be honest, this whole act of him had raised too many questions.

"Orobas, you know I hate repeating myself..." When the sister started to lower her voice, the demon also wasn't fazed. His smile felt genuine to the point that he had both his eyes on the verge of closing, if one didn't overthink, this beauty would pass as 100% innocent.

But... I always overthink.

"Ahem, well, it was obvious that I was joking, wasn't it? Long story short: I was just chatting with Adel Ozwald, talking about him and why his existence is absolutely crucial to us, and I was also trying to read his future so that I could help him find his own divine weapon, but then that mad lion suddenly budged in and accused me of committing sexual harassment!" told the demon as he pointed his finger at the 'culprit' who was still lying on the floor unconscious.

Holy... If I remember correctly, that was a whole different story from what I had experienced.

Pastor???

"I see... Yet I don't think this kitty boy just 'budged' in though. He seems to have kicked our residence's door out of its place."

"Oh, yes, that's right! How outrageous of him!"

"...?"

At that moment, I suddenly got a grasp of why Leo would call him 'Albino gecko'.

Excuse me, jury, may I testify as the one sole witness of the truth???

"Oh, and-- You did mention Adel Ozwald. So it's THIS GUY?"

While I was protesting the demon so hard in my mind as I wouldn't dare risk pissing him off by telling the sister what really happened in front of him, I must say that I also didn't expect the purple hair nun to give me an obvious-as-hell judgmental look, saying the words 'This guy'.

Damn son, was it even appropriate for a nun to judge people...?

"Chamiria Ishbel. As you can see, I am a nun. But you can just call me 'Chamiria', or if you don't feel comfortable enough, 'Sister Chamiria'. Whatever." Saying those words, the nun had her arms crossed, apparently not trying to be friendly or even welcome me with open arms. Oh my goodness, which church did she come from? The Church of His Wrath?

Yet, I knew full well that I shouldn't point such a thing out vocally as I still wanted to go back home in one piece, hence, I simply replied "Pleased to meet you, Sister Chamiria..."

Unfortunately, I already held my hand out, out of pure instinct, hoping to shake hers, at which the sister just stared at my hand forever, refusing the handshake in the process.

Oh--

"Well, we are all pleased to meet you. Where's your guardian, by the way? Did they abandon you or something?"

Getting ignored and then asked in the face like that, I, myself, could only leave my mouth open with no sound coming out.

"I don't know, Sister..." I don't know anything about this whole place anymore...

I mean-- How come you were too obvious about not wanting to welcome me here, ma'am?!

"Okay. Then I'm just gonna call your new guardian. Sit still and don't run off anywhere."

When she finally turned away from me and focused her attention on the hologlove's screen, I didn't really know where to look at during those silent minutes, be it Pastor Orobas' expression which seemed eerily and 'too' happy for some reason, or Leo's beefy body which suddenly caught my attention.

Somehow... I had a feeling that these two wouldn't be the only dudes who (try to) throw hands because of me in the near future.

I swore with every fiber of my being that everything about this whole Hunters thing was so wrong, before I knew it, I had already had my face in my palms.