The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

When Carmelite was 35 years old, she had completely lost her faith in God. The work of the nuns in her own medical department fell into a state of disrepair. The nun had become indifferent to the loss of some lives in front of her.

No matter how many people died, they were just a number in her eyes. The nun became the most hated smoker ever. She smoked all day and told lies all the time. She could lie without changing her expression. She became more and more oily and her acting skills were getting better and better.

The nun who once remained pure for thirty years now can't even remember how many men she has slept with. It is truly sad to see Carmelite fall to this point. Until one day she has to be responsible for the daily life of a girl, as if God has opened a path to goodness for his believers.

"Index, hurry up and get up and wash up. You stay in bed all day long. Did you go to the kitchen to steal food again yesterday?"

Carmelo walked into the girl's boudoir. His waist-length silver hair was scattered messily on the bed. He was wearing an extremely complicated monastic robe. His limbs were swinging irregularly on the bed, and he was drooling from the corners of his mouth as if he was having a sweet dream.

The girl looked to be fourteen to fifteen years old, a real beauty who had not yet fully grown. Because her body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people, her face was often flushed and her forehead was slightly sweaty, and her tender skin always gave off a faint fragrance.

The girl was woken up by the adults. She rubbed her eyes with her little hands, revealing her green eyes. "Carmelo, just let me sleep for a while. I want to stay in bed. I don't want to go to the church to pray now."

Character Notes: Black Cult Saint - Index

Carmelo sometimes envies girls who stay in bed. She is usually protected by countless people. As a saint, she walks around various branch bases at sea, stopping to appreciate the local customs and practices along the way.

This time Index came to the North Sea branch of the Black Order, and the Exorcist Marshal happened to be away at the moment. Because of the care of Akado, Carmelo had become the foreman of the nuns' class and was elected by everyone to take care of the girl's daily life.

In the first half of the year, Carmelo could still pretend to be a good nun, constantly smirking in front of Index and fawning over a child. The status of the saint was similar to that of the exorcist marshal, and it was best not to offend her.

But as he got along with the girl, Carmelo's heart, which was originally polluted and corrupted by darkness, was gradually illuminated by the light of Index. Although the girl usually liked to bite people, although the girl was lazy and gluttonous, and although the girl sometimes spoke ill of her, it was undeniable that the saint was simply a little angel.

However, there was one thing that made the nun very strange. Index had no memory of a year ago, only the memory of being with Carmelo in the North Sea branch. At first, the nun did not think this was a serious matter.

The Black Order is a church organization with a strict hierarchy. Is it that Index can obtain the unique position of the Saint just to act as a mascot, find a beautiful child and put it in the position of the Saint, and let the believers worship her?

During the one year they spent together, Carmelo felt that Index had a very good memory. She could even tell off the top of her head what meal she had eaten before she first met the nun.

She can even remember such a trivial matter. I don't know whether to praise Index for her intelligence or for something else. Carmelo skillfully wiped the girl's face with a wet towel. Normally, it's okay to be lazy, but not today!

"A high-ranking church official is visiting you today. Now is not the time to sleep in," Carmelo picked up the girl from the bed. Index's little body was very thin, so it was effortless for the nun to hold her in her arms.

"Why did the church leaders come to see me? Don't you know who they are?"

"Even if I knew, I couldn't afford to offend him. He's a notorious necessary evil. He's a punishment knight with the power of judgment. I wouldn't dare to offend him even if I were given a few more lives." Carmelo tidied Index's appearance in front of the dressing table, helped the girl clean her body, and combed her long silver hair with a wooden comb.

Necessary evil is another name for the disciplinary knights within the church. This is a powerful force for internal purges and maintaining the church's rule. All members of the Black Order, except the Pope himself, are within the scope of trial.

The Punishment Knights have the power of life and death, and can execute people first and report later. If they want to judge and kill an internal staff member, no matter how high the other person's position is, he or she may eventually be brought down by the Punishment Knights, revealing the most humble attitude in his or her life, a group of emotionless killers.

Carmelo took Index's little hand and led the reluctant Saint into the most important church of the North Sea branch, where the Knight of Punishment was waiting for them.

This was the first time that the nun met the Punishment Knight. After all, she was a nobody in the church before. The high-ranking officers of the navy would not look down and would not pay attention to the life and death of a nobody. How much could a nobody be greedy at work? Even if the foreman nun betrayed the church and caused damage, the loss to the Black Order would be minimal.

The face of the Punishment Knight in front of the two women could not be seen clearly. His whole body was covered with noble armor. It was even difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman at first glance. There were several air vents on the helmet. If it were not for the faint breathing sound, one would have thought it was an armor ornament placed in the church.

"Index, long time no see. It's worth all the hardships I've experienced on the road to have the honor of meeting you." A cold female voice came from the armor. Carmelo naturally couldn't tell who it was. The strange thing was that Index couldn't recognize who it was either.

Logically speaking, Index has a very good memory. If she didn't often play with sand on the beach, the nuns would think that the Saint had eaten some kind of devil fruit that enhanced her memory and could remember everything around her.

"Hello, Knight, do I know you?" Index tilted her head and looked at the armored knight in front of her. The girl searched her memory but could not find any memory related to this voice. This should be the first time they met.

The question from the Saint made the Knight of Punishment fall into silence for a long time, as if Index had accidentally hit the nail on the head. Although he couldn't see the expression under the armor, Carmelo could feel the Knight of Punishment's emotions, which were very sad and upset. Could it be that the two had met before?

The Knight of Punishment walked towards the Saint of the church and placed his armor-wrapped right hand on Index's right shoulder, "Wish you a good dream, I won't let you suffer more."

Carmelo didn't quite understand what the Knight of Punishment said. The next moment, Index's eyes were closed, and the girl fell unconscious in the arms of the Knight of Punishment.

The sudden scene made Carmelo silent for a few seconds, then he pulled out a musket from his waist and pointed the muzzle at the helmet of the Punishment Knight, "What are you going to do?"

The Knight of Punishment actually harmed the Saint of the Order? The nun would not tolerate outsiders harming her angels. She would protect Index from harm even if it cost her life.