The nun noticed this as well. However, she did not pick up the mallet again, instead merely lowering her head in shame.
Lance, standing to the side, feigned ignorance. This was precisely the effect he desired. The school environment exerted a natural psychological pressure on her, making it more convenient for him to toy with this pure soul.
"Hungry, right? The town doesn't have much good food. Have a little something to start with," Lance said with a smile, pushing the food toward her. He then added, "Don't worry, it's on me."
"Oh, I beg your forgiveness..." The nun, witnessing this, was overwhelmed with guilt. How could she even think of eating? She clasped her hands before Lance, pleading for his forgiveness.
"The people of Hamlet are all kind and hospitable. As long as you are truly repentant, they will forgive you."
Meanwhile, Lance wasted no words and started eating immediately. Although he had eaten that morning, his appetite was anything but ordinary.
