Chapter 50

Before it got dark, Sister Catherine left Randy's house, fuming as she drove back to the convent.

She felt that her mission to evangelize had been a failure.

Not only did she fail to complete her task, but she was also left speechless and questioned.

"I can't be swayed by him! God is real; it's just that my faith isn't strong enough yet to feel His presence," Catherine consoled herself, but she still felt frustrated.

Moreover, this was the first time since she arrived at the convent that the headmistress had assigned her a task, and it ended so embarrassingly.

Catherine intended to seek help from her fellow nuns.

"I want to help those who are lost and have no faith..."

Catherine murmured to herself. As she passed a rural farm, she saw a pickup truck parked by the roadside with Mr. Mont and his son sitting inside.

They were devout believers who frequently brought supplies to the convent. Whenever there were lectures at the convent, they would rally many friends and relatives to attend.

"Not everyone is like Randy; most people in America have faith."

Catherine recognized them and greeted them warmly by rolling down her car window.

"Mr. Mont, good evening."

In the past, Mr. Mont would have immediately gotten out of the car and offered a pious blessing, and his son would have gotten out to show great courtesy to Catherine.

But today, Mr. Mont only gave her a cold look and responded indifferently, "Good evening."

As for his son, he turned away in disdain and did not look at her.

This puzzled Catherine.

"Mr. Mont, what's wrong?"

"It's none of your business, little nun. You'd better leave quickly; it's dangerous once it gets dark," Mr. Mont said coldly, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains. The sun had already set, leaving only the fiery red sunset.

Catherine was still confused. "Dangerous?"

As far as she knew, the small town had a simple and honest folk, and this was a rural area with no other homes near the convent. There weren't even large wild animals, so how could it be dangerous?

Mr. Mont was already impatient. "Monsters come out at night, you know? Even God can't deal with that kind of thing!"

He had previously had strong feelings for Catherine, admiring her kindness, her devotion to faith, and her appearance, which stood out in the convent. He even once thought of her as his own goddess. However, after experiencing a monster attack, his view had shattered. The Bible and cross were useless; only bullets could drive the monster away. Their once fervent belief had turned into a joke, including their perception of the nun.

Thinking of Father Glenn, who frequently came to the convent for lectures, Mr. Mont even speculated that the nuns at this convent were actually Father Glenn's harem!

Catherine's purity was just an act!

"That can't be said; it's disrespectful to God."

Catherine quickly tried to dissuade them, clutching her cross pendant and murmuring, "Amen."

As for monsters? Catherine didn't really believe there were any monsters around the convent.

"Disrespectful to God?"

Mr. Mont sneered, "Forget it! Only bullets earn respect!"

He even showed off the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

Catherine flinched in fear.

"Children, don't do that."

Mr. Mont pushed down his shotgun barrel and looked at Catherine, saying, "Young lady, hurry back to your convent. There will be monsters appearing tonight. It has already eaten three of my sheep; it's very vicious. It might also be interested in someone as delicate as you, haha."

Mr. Mont had spent a lot of money at the convent, believing in the lies of the priests.

He had grown up on a farm, slaughtering countless cows, sheep, and pigs. After hearing a sermon from a priest once, he believed he had committed many sins and would go to hell after death.

Later, he became a devoted believer under the church's influence, always paying the full amount for penance and even inviting the convent headmistress to his farm for sermons to alleviate his sense of guilt.

The headmistress had told him that the animals on his farm were sinners, and their current suffering was their trial in hell, so he could kill them without worry.

He had also purchased a blessed Bible and cross, claimed to be able to ward off Satan, worth over a thousand dollars!

But it was all useless.

Last night, he had been bold enough to try to use the cross to drive away the monster. If it weren't for his son guarding with a gun, he would have been eaten.

So, naturally, he had no respect left for the church people. Fearing the church's immense power, he didn't dare to retaliate and could only accept his loss in silence.

"Get out of here, Catherine. I should really let you face that monster. Then we'll see if your faith in God will appear to help you!"

Their words made Catherine, already fragile, tear up instantly.

How could this be? God must exist; it's just that their faith was not pure enough, so God's protection didn't manifest!

But she didn't dare to refute and could only quickly close the car window, start the engine, and leave swiftly amidst their laughter.

When it was completely dark, she finally returned to the convent.

Catherine felt dejected and continued to be troubled by the matter of faith. It wasn't just because of Randy but also because of the Monts, who had betrayed her faith. This had a more significant impact on her.

Even if there were really monsters, it must be because they had already wavered in their faith, so God's protection had failed!

After returning the car, Catherine wiped her reddened eyes, tidied her appearance, and hurried towards the main chapel.

Tonight, the convent would hold a late-night mass, presided over by Father Glenn, who was the one who had performed miracles.

To attend the mass, there were hardly any people around the convent at this time, and the corridor lights were only dimly lit.

So she would walk a few steps and be engulfed in darkness, then walk a few more steps to be back in the light.

Catherine was restless and didn't pay attention to the path. After walking a few steps, she suddenly bumped into someone's chest, hard as if hitting a wall.

"Ouch."

She quickly rubbed her head and looked up. In the gap between the two lights stood a figure in a nun's habit with their back to her.

"Catherine, can't you watch where you're going?"

The person in the nun's habit turned around, revealing a smiling face.

"Ivory?"

Catherine sighed with relief.

Ivory was her roommate who had moved in just two days ago. Like her, Ivory was a very devout nun, even more diligent than Catherine. Ivory often disappeared early in the morning and, when asked in the evening, said she was out evangelizing.

"Ivory, what are you doing here? Aren't you going to the mass?"

Ivory shook her head. "I don't like that occasion, and I already attended a church service this morning."

"Oh, I see."

Catherine nodded. She found her roommate a bit mysterious but didn't delve further.

"You seem a bit upset, Catherine. Are you feeling sad?" Ivory asked with concern.