Chapter 1576 (1/2)

As a fighting nun, her first half of her life was distorted. Maybe the witch kings set up the fighting nuns out of their evil taste against witches, but this tradition has been handed down in any case.

For the Witch King, hundreds of years is just a flick of one's finger. For nuns, this is the tradition. Nuns' loyalty to the creed and the Witch King can not be attached. They may even split into different factions because of their different understanding of the creed. Among them, the fighting nuns and the clerical nuns are on their own way.

She was once an excellent fighting nun. She was proficient in swordsmanship. She systematically learned how to distinguish between magic and psionic powers. She was also proficient in armor maintenance. Before becoming a formal combat nun, her main task was to help overhaul women maintain their armor and weapons.

You can't find a job that is more irritating than this kind of work. The whole fight is extremely irascible because of endocrine disorders. The elder sister checks your work and criticizes it. If you make a little mistake, it may lead to mental abuse for months.

Everal seldom makes mistakes. Even so, her life is not easy. In such a group, it is almost original sin to have a face that is more attractive than others. So when the group of clerical nuns who can't even say the name of the monastery came to recruit guards to surround their monastery on a remote desert Island, she did not hesitate to sign up.

Almost all the fighting nuns are proud to be the bodyguards of the Witch King. The second best choice is to follow the silent nun to hunt witches around the world in a black boat. At the worst, they can choose to stay in the new world to supervise those low-level mages. To be a guard in a remote monastery is almost equivalent to exile.

Many monasteries' tasks are to cooperate with the Witch King, collect some experimental data, guard dangerous goods, etc. such work often flies in a flash, decades have passed, and the Witch King may not remember it again.

But to ephrair, the island of Ophelia VII is like an outdoor peach garden. There are no fighting sisters, no high-ranking nuns. The clerical nuns lock themselves up in their monasteries and often can't see anyone for a few days.

When she was on the island, she often looked at the sea alone. She liked to listen to the sound of the waves and to watch the sun jump out of the sea in the early morning. The sky and the sea seemed to be connected.

After spending the first two years, there was gradually communication between the fighting nuns and the clerical nuns on the island. They were no longer strangers, but like real sisters, they ate together, prayed together, and even swam together at the seaside. That time was the happiest time of eifilar's life.

In addition to every time the black boat came, the sisters on the black ship would bring some witches. But ephrail had never seen a witch taken away. Most of the beautiful witches were lifeless, some were screaming and crying all the time, and others would scold every nun they saw.

Ephrail always wanted to know where the witches were, though she could guess the answer.

Those clerical nuns have been keeping a tight lipped about their research projects. Through communication, eifilar learned that the clerical nuns here are almost all new people, just like her. There are also a large number of old nuns who never step out of the monastery in the middle of the island.

Ephrail had hoped that they would never show up, but like everything else involved in chaos, things always went the way no one wanted to see.

On that day, ephrail didn't need to stand guard. She had a whole day to empty her mind. She said hello to her sister who watched the sea according to her usual habits. Then she found a secret place to remove her armor and weapons, and jumped into the sea in her underwear.