“…What?”

Kana’s face twisted into a grimace, her expression far more dramatic than when eating vegetables.

“So, what they mean is—”

“Do I look like I don’t understand what’s going on?”

“…Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Journey broke into a cold sweat at Kana’s unusually raised voice.

Kana unconsciously reached for her waist, but finding nothing there, she awkwardly crossed her arms instead.

Did she hate it that much?

Journey honestly didn’t understand.

What Celine asked Kana to do was simple: pretend to be a nun.

“Why do I have to be a nun, anyway?”

“Not actually a nun, just …