What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

Soon someone pulled the latch and opened the door.

"Excuse me... is there anything?"

It was Miss Catherine who opened the door, and when she saw me, she was visibly stunned.Then he showed a look of surprise and surprise:

"Mr. Lindentu? Why are you here?"

"Sorry... Miss Catherine, it's already this time, I'll disturb you to rest."

I said apologetically.

"It's okay, Mr. Lindentu, after all, taking care of you and Little Aisha's daily life is a task assigned to me by the Holy See, so there is no trouble or trouble."

Miss Catherine shook her head repeatedly.

Task... So it was just because of the task, so did you do it?

In that case, did I still trouble Miss Catherine?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little lost, but still said:

"It's also hard for Miss Catherine to take care of us like this..."

"No... there is no such thing as taking care of..."

A faint blush appeared on Miss Catherine's cheeks, and then she looked away slightly, clutching a trace of her hair, and said:

"Furthermore, aren't we friends? Mr. Lindentu doesn't need to be so alien."

friend?

Is Miss Catherine still treating me as a friend?

My mood suddenly improved a lot when I heard this.

"Okay...Don't stand up, come in and talk about anything."

The nun opened the door and said with a bit of tugging:

"After all... after all, if the believers were to see a nun standing with a young man, it would be... kind of..."

"Oh...oh...ok..."

Upon hearing Miss Catherine's words, I immediately realized the problem, and hurriedly followed her all the way into the church.

After relocking the door, Miss Catherine greeted me to sit down on the bench in the chapel.

"Mr. Lindentu wait a minute, I'll pour a pot of tea, let's talk about something slowly."

I don't know if it is my illusion. Looking at the back of the nun leaving in a hurry, I always feel that Miss Catherine seems a little excited.

But... this should be just my illusion, right?

But then again... Although this church is small, it is obviously not the kind that can be handled by one person.

But why is there only Miss Catherine as a clergyman?

Where did everyone else go?

No matter what you think, it seems a bit strange, right?

But... I am not a believer, and I don’t know much about the church.

So, don't worry about these infinite issues.

Still think about how to speak to Miss Catherine later, otherwise it always feels a little embarrassing.

"Mr. Lindentu, I have been waiting."

At this time, Miss Catherine had returned with the teapot.

"Thank you, Miss Catherine."

Taking the teacup from the nun, taking a sip, it was full of fragrance.

Tea is not a good tea though.But the person who makes tea is obviously caring.

This makes my heart warm.

Because of this, Miss Catherine still cares about my friend.

"Then Mr. Lindentu...what the hell is going on when you come to see me this time?"

Miss Catherine's question made me feel a little at a loss.

I had to reluctantly replied:

"That's it... Miss Catherine, I... I have something... I want to tell you, but... don't know if it's appropriate?"

(Ps. I don’t know if the sf server exploded tonight, or my computer had a problem. I couldn’t open the web version of sf and couldn’t update it. I’ve been tossing until now... I’m really drunk)

146. What to do

"Something you want to say to me?"

Miss Catherine nodded in confusion, and repeated to herself.

Then she suddenly screamed as if she realized something, even the teapot in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"Eh-what... Mr. Lindentu... you... do you have something to tell me?"

The nun retreated a few steps in a panic, a little blush appeared on her white cheeks, and her voice became a little stuttered.

A pair of beautiful eyes glanced at me with some anxiety.

"What's wrong? Miss Catherine... Is there any inconvenience? Or, did I cause you any trouble by doing this?"

Looking into Miss Catherine's eyes, I asked nervously.

"No...no...I...I just felt a little bit abrupt...because I didn't expect Mr. Lindentu...and...and also...ha... .."

The girl was like a frightened little animal, hugging the teapot tightly, muttering something incoherently in her mouth.

"So... I'm not... I'm not mentally prepared... But if it's Mr. Lindentu... it's also... it doesn't matter... What, I, I, I will all listen carefully... um... that's it..."

Emmmm.....

Why does Miss Catherine seem to be nervous? Did I say something wrong?

Seeing the nun's weird appearance, I was a little confused for a while.

But inexplicably kind.

Because... Miss Catherine when I first met, is what she is now.

Stupid, stupid, reckless no matter what you do, it feels unreliable.But unexpectedly a little dull.

Compared with the reliable Miss Catherine who can arrange all the affairs during this time.

I think that cute Miss Catherine should be more kind.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, Miss Catherine, you don't need to be so nervous... because you didn't say before, can I come to you to discuss any troubles? I'm here to trouble you. If it makes you feel troubled ,forget about it."

"Eh? Trouble? Discuss? So... Was it talking about this?"

Hearing my words, Miss Catherine was stunned for an instant, then showed embarrassment, lowered her head and muttered:

"What? It scared me to death... Almost... Almost thought it was..."

"Miss Catherine? What did you just say?"

Since her last few words were so small, I hardly heard anything.

"No...no, nothing!"

The nun hugged the teapot and shook her head violently, denying desperately.

"Really? But I just heard that you seem to be scared to death..."

I looked suspiciously at the girl in front of me.

"No! It doesn't exist! Mr. Lindentu, you must have heard it wrong!"

Miss Catherine denied suspiciously, and then hurriedly changed the subject.

"Okay...well, since Mr. Lindentu has troubles, then...please discuss with me. After all... after all, listening to the confession of others is also the essential job of the clergy... !Yes, exactly!"

Suspicious... really suspicious.

I don't understand what Miss Catherine is thinking...

But these trivial details don't matter.

I'm very happy if someone is willing to listen to me complaining.

"Okay... Then thank you Miss Catherine."

"No... it's okay, it's just a nun's job...more...more..."

Miss Catherine raised her head and said shyly:

"I...Aren't we friends? There's no need to see outsiders like this..."

friend?

That said.

Didn’t Miss Catherine and I become friends long ago?Is it necessary to be so restrained?

Alas... It seems that it is because of El Mesa and others that I have started to instinctively maintain a restrained attitude in front of all women.

Actually, this is absolutely unnecessary, is it?

"Since... so... then... shall we start?"

The nun pointed to the confession room on the side and cast a pleading look at me.

Uh... isn't that a place for believers to confess?There is also a layer in between.

Although it's not bad, but it always feels a little strange...

"Confessional room? Miss Catherine, I just want to have a regular chat...it's not necessary?"

Thinking of this, I cast a strange look at the nun.

"Mr. Lindentu...actually...actually like this...If I'm in the confession room, I...I might get into a bit of a state, so I can make suggestions to you calmly. ...When...Of course, this is actually a bit selfish and can be regarded as an exercise in the work of a nun...So, if Lindentu is really unwilling, then... forget it."

Seeing Miss Catherine blushing and pleading, I had to sigh:

"OK then..."

"Too...Thank you so much!"

The nun was obviously relieved and said:

"Then...Mr. Lindentu, please, let me prepare first..."

Then, she hugged the teapot tightly and ran away quickly.

Seeing Miss Catherine's slightly flustered back, I felt a little confused and helpless.

Ugh... I really don't understand what is going on with her?

Is face-to-face conversation so difficult?

Forget it, I don't think about it anymore.

Perhaps girls are like this, there are always some thoughts that outsiders can't understand.

Thinking of this, I shrugged and went straight to the confession room.

Open the door and sit down at one end of the confession room.

Before long, I heard footsteps outside.

"Sorry, Mr. Lindentu kept you waiting."

The nun opened the door and sat down in my cubicle.It sounded that she seemed calmer than before.

Because there was a wooden pattern partition between it, I couldn't see Miss Catherine's face, and could only barely see her outline.

I don’t know why, but the pattern in the confessional made me feel a little relieved.