I'm a nun, widowed in service to God. I stay up late and get up early, praising God five times a day. My meager diet is like a form of penance.
Fortunately, the monastery has a confessional. As long as I sit inside, I can hear people sobbing, cursing, and regretting their sins, as if they wish they could wash away their guilt with death.
But every time they leave the confessional, they're once again impeccably dressed and lost in pleasure, as if nothing had happened.
Even when a noble knight sobs that he can only fall in love with married women;
Even when a perfect heir to the throne curses the king for clinging to his crown and refusing to die of old age;
Even when an incorruptible bishop clutches a handful of gold coins and says that when he closes his eyes, he can hear children singing hymns...
I always say, "Don't be afraid. The Lord will forgive you."
But one day, I just couldn't hold back. I asked the person confessing to me:
My dear, if you're so miserable, so angry, so afraid... why don't you go and die?
I thought I was doing good, until one day a devil named Mephisto challenged me: Aren't you a nun? Why are you doing all my work?
A black-hearted nun x a charming, theatrical devil
Reader advisory:
1. A morally twisted female protagonist with a chaotic-evil point of view. Please don't judge her by your own moral standards.
2. The story contains fairly graphic content, and supporting characters die frequently. Warnings will be included in the chapter titles. Please don't read if this bothers you.
Theme: Hypocritical evil-doers deserve to be punished
