Nuns are supposed to be poor, obedient, and chaste, but none of that seems to apply to a certain latecomer to the cloth.
"Hey! Hand over the money." She pulls a gun from under her skirt.
"A robbery? How could you say that? This is clearly a willing transaction." She shows off her arsenal.
"Mm-hmm, that's more like it. Thanks for cooperating. You get a discount next time." Doing a good deed every day: 2/1.
"Pray? Come on, I only believe in myself. I don't believe in God, you know."
"You like me? Sorry, as a nun, I must devote my body and soul. We... would be better off as friends."
"Only just remembered you're a nun? Then, Miss Nun, would you be so kind as to say a prayer for me and soothe this wounded heart?"
The girl trembled as the Demon King pinned her down at the foot of the bed.
Is it too late to pray now?!
