"Where did that slutty witch come from? She's not a magic beast from the forest in disguise, is she? We should get the magi of the church to remove the spell she's cast onto her own face so all of these perverts can see what she really looks like!" an elderly nun said in a scathing voice with a hateful look on her face. She was clearly extremely displeased to see so many people on the street focus their attention on Onean, but she didn't dare to say anything to Onean's face, so she was only raising her voice now that Onean had entered the tailor shop. She was intentionally saying this for all of the men on the street to hear, but unbeknownst to her, even if Onean weren't around, none of the men on the street would be interested in an old and grouchy nun like her.

"It sounds like you have a certain mage from the Holy World Church in mind when you say that. Which mage have you sold your body to so that he'll be willing to do your bidding?" The snarky question had come from a middle-aged man who appeared to be a bandit or a jobless mercenary, and he was leaning against a wall with a sly grin.

Everyone around him immediately burst into raucous laughter upon hearing this, and even the noble women who unintentionally overheard what was being said couldn't help but cover their mouths in amusement.

With just a single sentence, the disheveled yet humorous man was able to expose the dark underbelly of the church, which was supposed to be a pure and holy sanctuary.

Generally speaking, the missionaries and administrative staff of the...