The Eclipsed Order

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Please Don’t Mess With Sister

It had been about a month since Leonora provided the funds to establish the orphanage.

In that short amount of time, the place had already become a proper home for the children who lived there.

The once-empty plot of land had been transformed into a well-maintained orphanage with a spacious main building, several bedrooms, a dining hall, a kitchen, storage rooms, and a large yard where the children could play. It wasn’t a luxurious establishment, nor was it meant to be, but everything was clean, organized, and well supplied, with enough room for the children to live comfortably.

There were even plans to expand the orphanage in the future as more children were taken in.

For them, however, the most important part wasn’t the size of the building or how well it had been furnished.

They finally had a place to call home.

On that particular afternoon, several children were playing in the yard while a nun watched over them from beneath the shade of a nearby tree.

She was a woman in her mid-forties, dressed in the traditional black and white robes of a sister, with a white veil covering most of her grayish-brown hair. Her face carried the gentle expression expected of someone who had spent many years caring for children, and there was nothing about her appearance that would make anyone think she was particularly dangerous.

To the people in the neighborhood, she was simply Sister Maria, the nun responsible for the orphanage.

The truth was somewhat different.

She was also a member of the Eclipse Organization under Leonora.

So far, there had been no reason for her to do anything beyond that.

"Sister, look!"

A little boy ran toward her, holding a wooden toy in both hands.

"I made this myself."

The nun looked at the toy and smiled.

"You did a good job. Just don’t swing it at the other children."

"I won’t!"

The boy immediately ran back toward the others.

She watched him go with a faint smile.

It was peaceful.

Perhaps that was why the footsteps approaching from the street immediately caught her attention.

There were several of them.

Heavy footsteps.

Seven people.

The nun’s eyes moved toward the entrance.

A group of men had stopped outside the orphanage.

They were rough-looking, with worn clothes, unkempt hair, and expressions that suggested they had little concern for the law. They weren’t even attempting to hide the fact that they were discussing something unpleasant.

"That’s the place, right?"

"Yeah. I heard someone recently put a lot of money into it."

"Then there should be plenty of money inside."

One of the men laughed.

"And if there isn’t?"

Another shrugged.

"Then we’ll take some of the kids."

The others laughed.

"There are always people willing to pay for children."

"Exactly. We can sell two or three and make more than we’d get from robbing the place."

The nun’s expression slowly changed.

The children continued playing behind her.

She stood up.

The men eventually approached the entrance.

One of them looked past her toward the children.

"Well, looks like we’ve found ourselves a nice little place."

The nun remained calm.

"Can I help you?"

The man laughed.

"Yeah. You can start by handing over the money."

"I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean."

"We know this orphanage received funding recently. Don’t waste our time."

He stepped closer.

"Just give us the money and we’ll leave."

The nun looked at him quietly.

Then she spoke.

"Do you understand what you are saying?"

The man frowned.

"What?"

"You came to an orphanage intending to steal from it, and you were just discussing taking children away to sell."

Her voice remained calm.

"What you are doing is evil."

For a moment, the man simply stared at her.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Evil?"

The other men laughed with him.

"What’s evil about making money?"

He stepped closer.

"Look, Sister, just hand over the money and we’ll spare you. Nobody needs to get hurt."

The nun’s expression remained unchanged.

"I see."

The man clicked his tongue.

"Then hurry up and hand it over. If you cooperate, you’ll avoid getting beaten."

The nun looked at him.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

He turned toward two of his companions.

"Grab her."

The two men immediately approached.

The children remained where they were.

Not one of them screamed.

Not one of them ran.

The nun took a slow breath.

The first man reached for her shoulder.

His hand never touched her.

She stepped to the side, caught his wrist, and redirected his momentum while turning her body.

The man’s feet left the ground.

THUD!

He was thrown over her hip and landed hard on his back.

The second man reacted immediately.

He swung his fist.

The nun slipped beneath the punch, stepped inside his guard, and drove the heel of her palm into his jaw.

THUMP!

His head snapped backward.

Before he could recover, she seized his arm, twisted it behind his back, and swept his leg out from under him.

CRASH!

He hit the ground beside his companion.

The nun released his arm and calmly adjusted her sleeve.

The five remaining men stared.

Nobody had expected that.

One of them pointed at the two men lying on the ground.

"You..."

His expression twisted with anger.

"How dare you hurt my men?"

"They attacked me, what’s there need to be angry for?."

"You’ll pay for that!"

The man raised his voice.

"Get her!"

The remaining five rushed forward.

The nun didn’t retreat.

The first man came straight at her with a wide punch.

She raised her forearm and deflected the strike, then stepped forward and drove a short punch into his ribs.

THUD!

His breath escaped in a single gasp.

Before he could recover, she struck the side of his knee with her foot, forcing his stance apart, then pushed him aside.

Another man immediately took his place.

He swung from the side.

She ducked.

His fist passed over her head.

The nun caught his arm as it passed and pulled him forward, using his own momentum to send him stumbling past her.

She turned and struck the back of his shoulder.

He fell to one knee.

The third man attacked from behind.

The nun sensed him before he reached her.

She stepped forward and placed both hands on the ground.

Her body rose smoothly into the air.

For a moment, she was upside down, her robes moving with the motion as she performed a clean backflip over the approaching man.

The crowd watching from the street went silent.

The nun landed behind him.

Before he could turn around, she kicked him squarely in the back.

THUMP!

He went sprawling across the ground.

Someone in the crowd finally spoke.

"Did that nun just do a backflip?"

"She did."

"She’s really good, she’s like a veteran fighter."

"That’s not something you normally see from a nun."

The fourth man charged.

He was faster than the others.

He threw two punches in succession.

The nun blocked the first with her palm and slipped past the second, then struck him once in the chest.

The blow wasn’t particularly flashy.

It didn’t need to be.

The man’s entire body was pushed backward as though he’d been struck by something far heavier than a human hand.

He stumbled several steps before falling.

The fifth man hesitated.

The nun looked at him.

He looked at the four men lying around him.

Then he glanced at the woman standing calmly in front of him.

His confidence disappeared.

"You..."

He tightened his fists.

"Don’t think this is over."

The nun raised an eyebrow.

"You are welcome to try."

He charged.

He threw a straight punch.

She moved her head slightly.

The fist passed beside her face.

She caught his wrist.

The man’s eyes widened.

She turned her body, pulled him forward, and swept his legs out from beneath him.

He fell.

Before he could get back up, she placed one foot lightly against his back.

"Stay there."

He stopped moving.

The fight was over.

All seven men were on the ground.

None of them had managed to land a single meaningful attack.

The nun looked over them for a moment before sighing.

"This is why I don’t like trouble."

The silence that followed finally broke.

The crowd erupted into applause.

"That was incredible!"

"She beat all seven of them!"

"I thought they were going to rob the orphanage!"

"Someone call the guards!"

"I think someone already did."

The children were even more excited.

"Sister won!"

"Sister beat them!"

"Did you see her jump?"

"I want to do that!"

The nun turned toward them.

The children immediately protested.

"Sister you’re amazing?"

"Yeah sister is really good."

The children looked at one another.

The sound of approaching footsteps soon came from farther down the street.

Several city guards appeared, carrying spears and wearing their standard armor.

"Where are they?" one of the guards asked.

"There!"

Someone from the crowd pointed toward the street.

The guards hurried over.

Then stopped.

Seven men were lying across the ground.

Some were unconscious.

Others were groaning and holding their injured limbs.

The guards looked at them.

Then they looked at the nun.

Then back at the seven men.

One of them slowly lowered his spear.

"What... just happened?"

A man from the crowd answered immediately.

"They tried to rob the orphanage."

"And she beat them."

The guard stared at the nun.

"She did?"

"All seven."

Another guard looked at the men.

"All seven, she did all of that?"

The crowd nodded.

The guard’s expression became increasingly confused.

"That’s..."

He looked at the nun again.

"Well, whatever happened, we’ll sort it out at the station. Arrest them."

The other guards moved in and began restraining the seven men.

The crowd continued talking as they were taken away.

"That sister is amazing."

"She protected the children without even hesitating."

"I’ve never seen someone fight like that."

"She should have been a knight."

The nun simply smiled politely.

"I’m just a sister."

The crowd laughed.

The children gathered around her as soon as the guards had left.

One of the little girls grabbed her hand.

"Sister, you’re really strong."

The nun looked down at her.

"Am I?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically.

"Very strong!"

The children laughed.

The nun looked toward the street where the guards had disappeared with the thugs.

Her expression softened again.

It was fortunate that nobody had been hurt.

That was what mattered.

As for the seven men...

They had simply chosen the wrong orphanage.

And, more importantly, the wrong nun.

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