Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

Noel stared at Moran with bright eyes. Like a hungry wolf.

This undisguised style made Moran’s lips twitch.

He really wanted to say, could this girl please pay attention to the nun’s habit she’s wearing now? She’s at least a nun.

"Moran, you know, I, Noel, have always been British! I’ve had enough of those boring dogmas in the Church! As for Ciel, and those bastard old men in the Church... hehe, I wish them bon voyage~"

Noel didn’t play any tricks on Moran.

Or rather, never thought about it.

She was originally a woman who would act immediately when she had the opportunity to get better conditions.

In her eyes, Moran was of course the most important.

Power, strength, etc. are just additional.

In fact, there was also a point that even Noel herself didn’t realize: she fundamentally hated the people in the Church.