Samael looked at the useless teacher before him and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
"If you were this afraid of dying, how did you even get into the Holy Church's ranks? And why did you pick one of the most dangerous jobs, Executor?"
"You think I wanted to?!"
Noelle looked deeply aggrieved as she protested for herself.
"If I didn't become an Executor, I'd have become a lab rat, letting a bunch of perverts in some basement cut me up! Or spread my legs and give those fat, greasy priests free prayers every day!"
Perhaps because the brush with death had shattered her mental defenses, Noelle—who usually put on airs and maintained the image of an elegant teacher in public—poured out all the miserable experiences of her past years to the two bystanders.
She had been born in a remote French village. Her family ran a popular local café, and they were well-off, with a loving father and mother.
Other than not getting along with Ciel, a child her age whose family ran the bakery next door, her life had been peaceful and her childhood happy.
Yet everything changed because of that very same peer.
More than a decade ago, the famous "France Incident" occurred in the mysterious world.
Roа, the reincarnated Blood Ancestor, lodged his consciousness in the body of a little girl from a remote French village. He plotted to turn her town into a blood-sacrifice site for his awakening and, to ensure nothing went wrong, recruited several Blood Ancestors in advance to help him.
Their true goal, however, was to capture Arcueid, the "White Princess" among the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, and seize the Blood of Truth within her.
But what the encircling forces had never expected was that the White Princess, who should have been their