Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

This chapter is the all-ages version of the 19+ chapter "Confessional and the Lewd Saint."

Adult readers who wish to enjoy the 19+ version may skip this chapter.@@novelbin@@

I followed Rosaria into the confessional booth. Contrary to its exterior, the inside was quite spacious. Even if I stood up, my head wouldn’t touch the ceiling.

The interior was simple, with only a candle and thick curtains. It had the scent of old wood, reminiscent of a confessional in a century-old cathedral.

Of course, they couldn’t have actually made it from such ancient wood. It was likely designed to evoke a similar feeling.

I sat down on the chair, and Rosaria took her place on the opposite side. A candle was lit, and purple curtains closed off the sides, while her silhouette was faintly visible through the small, perforated screen dividing us.

“O lost lamb, you have come to the right place,” Rosaria said solemnly.

She knelt on the floor, her hands clasped in front of her chest. Though her silhouette was vague, I could still make out her posture.

I leaned back against the wall. Despite the wooden structure, which looked stiff and uncomfortable, it felt soft, as if I were sitting on the couch in our club room. It seemed some magic had been applied to it.

“Tell me the troubles you’ve been carrying alone. Confess them to me, and God will surely forgive you,” Rosaria continued.

Her demeanor was completely different from usual. Her voice was soft, her movements calm. Judging by her sudden mention of worries and forgiveness, she probably wanted me to play along with her role.

So, I had no choice but to follow her lead.