Chapter 27: Emma's Move
David left the payment for the first month and bid farewell to everyone.
After giving her father a hug, Emma stepped aside.
By chance, she glanced at an old piece of scrap metal on the windowsill.
It was about 10 centimeters long, very sharp, seemingly detached from some machine.
Emma remained calm and looked around at the others.
Right now, Bailey and Ren were acting all lovey-dovey.
And that damn priest was talking to her father.
Good opportunity!
Emma moved quickly, secretly hiding the metal piece in her sleeve.
After doing this, she happened to meet the priest's gaze, but he didn't seem to notice her little trick.
"That's the situation, so you have to be careful." William patted Ren on the shoulder.
Ren looked skeptical: "No way, she's just a kid."
William shrugged: "You can choose your burial spot in advance. I'll reluctantly host the ceremony for you."
"Get lost."
...
Evening.
William returned to the church carrying a cloth bag.
As usual, he checked the surrounding environment and only took out his key after confirming everything was normal.
On the way back just now, William bought two bottles of animal-based holy oil, planning to try them tonight.
Now that he had some money, he naturally wouldn't be stingy.
After all, it was his own body; of course, he had to use the best.
An hour later.
[Spiritual Exercises of Ignatius +1]
[Current Progress: Tier 0 (3/100)]
[You have anointed yourself with holy oil. Your body has undergone slight changes. Please continue practicing to unlock abilities.]
William looked at himself in the mirror.
He felt a distinct change after applying it this time.
First was physical strength.
As the holy oil seeped into his skin, a burning sensation spread throughout his body.
But after that, William noticed that his skin was tighter than before.
He pricked it lightly with a sharp object and found his skin was very tough; he had to use quite a bit of force to feel pain.
Second was physical agility.
Compared to before, William's reaction speed, jumping ability, and strength had all improved.
Although only slightly, over time, his body would definitely undergo a qualitative change.
Knock... knock.
Just as he was packing up, William suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
Usually, no one came looking for him at this time.
William narrowed his eyes, picked up his telescope, and went to the window.
Through the lens, he raised an eyebrow.
Creeeeak.
Opening the door, he saw a smiling Emma and an apologetic Ren.
"Uh, well, this kid insisted on staying with you for a night. We'll pick her up tomorrow morning. She's all yours!"
Ren finished speaking and ran away without even entering the door.
"This guy..."
The corner of William's mouth twitched.
"May I come in, Father William?"
Emma looked up, wearing an innocent face.
"Of course." William stepped aside.
It wasn't realistic to keep Emma outside right now. If she encountered an evil spirit at night, his future holy oil money would be gone.
But if this girl thought she could scheme against him like this, she was too naive!
Bang.
The door closed.
Emma put her hands behind her back, pacing around and examining the church interior.
She dared to be so relaxed because she knew about the deal between her father and this priest.
So she understood that he wouldn't dare do anything to her.
This thought was correct.
But only half correct.
Emma had only taken two steps when she was pinned to the ground by William.
Her face came into "intimate contact" with the floor.
How could she, who always loved cleanliness, tolerate this!
Just as she wanted to scream, Emma saw the priest bring a bundle of rope.
Then, in three strokes, he tied her up and threw her onto a chair.
"What are you doing!"
Emma frowned, dirt still on her left cheek.
But in the next moment.
Splash.
A bucket of water poured over her head, soaking her instantly.
"Huff... cough cough..."
Emma squinted, spitting out the water she had choked on, and looked at William in shock.
"As expected, holy water is useless," William mused, rubbing his chin.
Just now, he had used a whole bucket of 10-year-old holy water.
Seeing her normal reaction, he took out a crucifix again.
Then he poked Emma's face with it and chanted exorcism scriptures for five minutes.
This set of operations, applied to any evil spirit or demon, would at least get a reaction.
But Emma felt no discomfort.
Except for her anger, of course.
During the day, William had only confirmed psychologically that Emma wasn't an evil spirit or demon.
Now, he confirmed it again physically.
"Sorry, you should have brought a change of clothes." William smiled and untied Emma.
He said sorry, but didn't look sorry at all.
Emma wanted to explode, but quickly held it back.
She knew this priest was very wary of her now, so she had to wait for an opportunity.
"I need to go wash up." Emma forced a smile.
Inside the bathroom.
Emma in the mirror had a gloomy face, fists clenched tight, faint blue veins showing.
"Phew..."
She took a deep breath and smiled at the mirror again.
Then she took out a long tube from her pocket, faintly labeled silicone lubricant.
Next, Emma took out the metal piece she had stolen earlier.
She looked at the bathroom environment and quickly began to set it up.
Ten minutes later, she came out again.
Seeing William studying a book, Emma pretended nothing happened, found a chair, and took out a extracurricular book.
But her attention was always on him.
Just like that, a long half-hour passed.
William finally got up, and the direction he left in was exactly the bathroom.
"Bitch."
Emma cursed inwardly.
She could already foresee William's fate in her mind, and a trace of vengeful pleasure rose in her heart.
Crash.
Not long after, a noise came from the church.
Emma threw down her book immediately and ran excitedly to the bathroom.
As an experienced criminal, she knew one type of murder was the easiest to get away with—an accident.
Disguising it as an accident, coupled with her young age, this combination was invincible.
But when Emma ran to the bathroom, she found it empty.
Confused, she walked into the bathroom looking for William.
But in the next second, her foot slipped.
Emma instinctively grabbed to her sides, trying to find something stable to hold.
Soon she grabbed a shelf, but at this moment, the screw on the iron shelf happened to fall off.
Emma lost her leverage momentarily and fell in the direction of the shelf.
At this moment, she realized something.
Just before falling, she turned her head hard.
Thud.
She fell heavily to the ground.
Emma turned her head slightly, swallowing hard.
A rusty metal piece was stuck in the pile of junk next to her, only a few centimeters from her head.
This was the "accident" she had prepared for William.
"Pity."
At this time, Emma heard a provocative voice.
She turned her head and saw that damn priest standing at the door.
"Forgot to tell you, the church has two bathrooms. I use one for storage."
"Thinking of gender differences, I intended to let you use this one, so I specifically went to clean the other bathroom. I didn't expect you..."
William put on a regretful expression as he spoke.
"FUCK YOU!!"
Emma's voice echoed through the church.