Chapter 148 Little Succubus 7
Mu Yan stood in front of the bronze mirror in the dressing room, looking at himself in the mirror, and tilted his head hesitantly.
The nun's habit was made of black linen, with fine silver holy symbols embroidered on the collar and cuffs. The ribbon around his waist was so tight that it made it hard for him to breathe.
He seemed to have seen the youngest of the nuns, who looked a little taller than him. He had heard people say that the little girl had fled to the Holy City from famine and was much thinner than Mu Yan was now because she had been malnourished from hunger for a long time.
The clothes she ordered in her size last year are now too small for her to wear.
Succubi are naturally slender, making their waists appear incredibly thin, and their skirts, which reach their ankles, give them a holy and dignified appearance.
Mu Yan's appearance was already somewhat feminine and delicate, and when she put on this nun's habit, she had a sense of harmony.
...That's a bit strange.
Mu Yan nervously tugged at her veil.
But since the time was almost up, he still went out the door.
Sister Brigitte smiled and covered her mouth when she saw him, then gently straightened his veil and walked into the library with him.
Sister Brigitte was very knowledgeable and gave interesting but strict lectures. She kept the children in line with her, and there was almost nothing that Mu Yan needed to do to help them.
He handed out handouts, looked after the few very young children, and occasionally answered some simple questions for them. But most of the time, he sat at the back of the classroom and listened to the lessons with the children.
Sister Bridget probably treated him like a big kid, and when she brought cookies for the children, she would also bring some for Mu Yan.
Mu Yan is growing to like this job more and more.
Although he still felt tired at night, Mu Yan believed that as long as he continued to work, the God of Light would see his piety and grant him the God of Light's protection.
One day after class, Sister Bridget suddenly stopped Mu Yan and told him that she had some things to take care of at home the next day and needed to ask for leave to go home. She said that His Holiness the Holy Son would be teaching the children the next day, and that they all admired His Holiness the Holy Son very much. She asked Mu Yan to help maintain order in the classroom if the children got too excited.
Having worked in the library for so long, Mu Yan hadn't really been able to help Sister Brigitte much. This was the first time he had received such an important task, so he quickly nodded solemnly.
"Then I'll trouble you, Xiaoyan," the nun smiled. "Next time I'll bring you two extra butter cookies."
“No, no need,” Mu Yan quickly declined, though she really liked Sister Bridget’s butter cookies, but afraid the nun would think she was only helping for the cookies. “It’s what I should do…”
"I know." The nun looked at him, couldn't help but smile gently, and patted his head.
The next morning, Mu Yan arrived at the library earlier than usual. Margaret ran up to him, looking aggrieved, saying that she had messed up her braids and asked Mu Yan to braid them for her.
Margaret is a little girl raised in a single-parent family. Her father is always clumsy when combing her hair and can't braid it as nicely as other little girls.
Her braids weren't actually untied from playing around; she secretly untied them herself. Margaret didn't like the braids her father made, so she would always secretly untie them after arriving at the Papacy, and then help Sister Brigitte and Muyan.
Honesty seems to be an important doctrine, but Sister Bridget never said anything to her. She just smiled and nodded at the little girl's clumsy lies, then braided her hair into pretty braids and tied the big red ribbon her father had prepared on them.
“Xiao Yan is still too young, it’s normal that she can’t fully understand why the doctrine stipulates things this way.” Sister Brigitte replied to Mu Yan’s question at that time.
"The doctrine of honesty does not mean that believers should not cheat others out of their money, but rather that a child should not be allowed to tell a small lie out of shame or self-esteem. Similarly, the doctrine of abstinence does not mean that believers should not enjoy worldly pleasures, but rather that it does not support violating ethics, betraying one's partner, or leading a decadent life."
Mu Yan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
“Little Yan,” Margaret reminded the man braiding her hair in her childish voice, “you’ve braided it into two strands.”
Mu Yan looked down and realized that he had been daydreaming and had braided the three-strand braid into two. He quickly smiled embarrassedly and took the badly braid out.
"I'm sorry, let me rewrite it for you."
Soon it was time for class to begin, and another slightly younger nun walked into the library and announced that Sister Bridget would not be attending class today.
Before she could finish speaking, the children, thinking they were on holiday, couldn't help but whisper among themselves with delight.
Just as Mu Yan was about to stand up to help the nun maintain order, the library door was pushed open.
The children's chattering stopped abruptly. Mu Yan knew that the Holy Son must have entered, so he immediately lowered his head and planned to finish braiding Margaret's hair first.
Sister Bridget's worries seemed unnecessary; although the children admired the Holy Son, they were also quite afraid of him and dared not make a sound in his presence.
When he wasn't distracted, Mu Yan was very quick and efficient. He quickly finished braiding Margaret's hair and was tying on the little girl's favorite big red bow when he suddenly noticed a gaze falling on him.
He looked up and saw a young man in a moon-white robe standing in the morning light. For some reason, even though no one told him that it was His Highness the Holy Son, Mu Yan could guess his identity at first glance.
If His Holiness the Pope is the sun, then His Holiness the Holy Son must be the gentle and bright moon; being looked at by him feels like being bathed in a spring breeze.
But why was he looking at me like that? A moment of doubt crossed Mu Yan's mind, but he quickly realized that it must be because the Holy Son had never seen him at the Holy See.
"Thank you for your hard work," the Holy Son nodded slightly to the young nun beside him, who quickly bowed back. "Go ahead and get back to work, I'll start class now."
“You should all remember me. My name is He Fan. Just call me brother,” He Fan smiled at the children and picked up the book beside him. “Let’s start the lesson. Sister Bridget said you’ve reached the thirty-fourth of the Sacred Sonnets, right?”
"Yes—" the children in the audience answered in unison, drawing out their words.
“This poem is a bit difficult for you to understand now.” He Fan smiled gently on the stage. “Then we’ll explain it simply. You’ll understand some of the words and phrases when you grow up.”
The children in the audience let out another drawn-out "Oh." He Fan smiled and began to explain the meaning of the sonnet.
His voice was like a gentle stream, not as witty as Sister Burgit. Perhaps it was because his voice was so pleasant that he seemed to have the ability to draw all eyes to him.
Mu Yan wondered if it was just his imagination, but every time Mu Yan looked up from his textbook to look at him, He Fan's gaze seemed to fall on him.
Poetry was the most difficult thing for Mu Yan to understand. He couldn't understand the poem He Fan was reciting, but he could feel that the poem was beautiful and fluent, and that it was like pearls or a stream slowly falling from his lips.
He just couldn't understand He Fan's eyes.
That was clearly a light and beautiful sonnet, so why did He Fan's eyes look so... strange?
Mu Yan couldn't explain why it was strange, but He Fan's gaze certainly didn't reflect the light and cheerful mood of the poem.
He must have seen such light chestnut eyes somewhere before.
"Don't you really remember me?"
The church bells rang, and children rushed out of the library, which suddenly became quiet, like a riverbank after the tide has receded.
The Holy Son walked up to Mu Yan and asked this question, his gaze even more direct and sorrowful than before.
"You are..." Mu Yan's pupils contracted sharply, clearly recalling someone from his memory.
But how could that be? How could a demon with horns and a tail possibly don a moon-white robe and become the Holy Son of the Holy City's Church?
That's impossible...
“It’s me,” He Fan said quietly.
"Long time no see, brother."
"Why did you come here? It's dangerous here," Mu Yan said frantically, grabbing He Fan's wrist and pulling him off in an unknown direction without a word. "If they find out your identity..."
“They’re not as good as me, they can’t figure out my identity.” He Fan smiled and said, “Don’t you believe me, brother? I couldn’t protect you back then, but now I’m better, I can protect myself and you.”
"...Is it really you?" Mu Yan was stunned for a while before asking, his voice very soft, as if afraid of shattering a dream.
He Fan smiled gently, nodded, and took Mu Yan's hand, placing it on his face: "It's me, feel it, it's real."
He revealed the horns on his head and then pulled Mu Yan's hand to touch his horns.
Mu Yan blinked, then suddenly laughed, his tail unconsciously peeking out as he gently patted He Fan's leg through his clothes: "Xiao Fan? It really is you!"
He stood on tiptoe and gestured, his eyes sparkling, "You're taller than me now!"
He Fan smiled, put his arm around Mu Yan's waist and lifted him up, making Mu Yan slightly taller than him: "Now I'm taller than you."
Mu Yan didn't actually mind that He Fan was taller than him, but the little succubus's inexplicable competitive spirit seemed to be satisfied. He chuckled twice, only to find that He Fan suddenly hugged him very tightly, so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
"I love you so much, brother." He buried his head in Mu Yan's shoulder. "But why did you abandon me back then? I'm so... heartbroken."
When Mu Yan first met Lu Chong, he said that the only bad thing he had ever done was when he saw a hunter trying to kill a fawn right after he left the abyss. In order to save the injured fawn, he broke the hunter's bow.
That wasn't a fawn, but a grievously wounded demon. Nor was it a hunter with a bow, but a knight wielding a holy sword.
[Author's Note]
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