Chapter 106#

The Fallen Evil God’s Saint#

Life in the suburbs of the Royal Capital was not as peaceful as Captain Ike had imagined.

It wasn’t that any death-defying cultists truly dared to lay a hand on the Saint; generally, any suspicious persons appearing outside the cathedral would be dealt with by his band of knights before they could even see the Saint’s face.

What truly made him feel helpless was Saint Lynn himself.

“Blegh—”

Passing by the Saint’s room and hearing the familiar sound of vomiting again, Ike felt an inexplicable pang of worry. He stood at the door, hesitating between going in to offer greetings or pretending not to hear and turning away, but finally, he stepped forward and tapped lightly on the door.

“Your Holiness, are you alright?”

After a brief silence, a weak voice came from inside the room. “I’m alright. Captain Ike, you may come in.”

“Pardon the intrusion,” Ike said politely as he pushed the door open and entered.

The room was not large. Compared to the empty and spacious quarters in the Cathedral of Light, Raphael Cathedral seemed somewhat shabby. However, the divine servants here were commoners from the surrounding countryside, possessing the most simple love for life and the deity they believed in.

Upon hearing that the Saint was coming, they had delivered the warmest bedding for Lin Xiaodong overnight and cleaned the entire cathedral until it was spotless. The older women had even personally woven small pigs, cows, and lambs out of straw, placing them on the Saint’s windowsill as decorations.

Ike had thought Lynn would turn his nose up at these, as the Saint’s accessories in the Cathedral of Light were the most expensive gems and pearls. How could he look upon these country people’s gifts?

To his surprise, after seeing these “simple, commoner-style” trinkets, the blond youth showed a very surprised expression. Ike had observed specifically at the time and was certain the Saint’s joy was heartfelt, without a trace of false emotion.

To be honest, this left the man with complicated feelings.

“Your Holiness,” Ike snapped back to reality, looking at the pale blond youth leaning against the headboard, and quickly walked over to pour him a glass of water. “Have some water.”

Lin Xiaodong had been vomiting for an entire day since arriving at Raphael Cathedral.

Ike couldn’t help but wonder: it couldn’t be from motion sickness from the carriage, could it?

“Thank you,” Lin Xiaodong said politely, taking the glass and sipping shallowly.

But before he could even swallow, a wave of nausea made him cough uncontrollably, spilling the water in the glass all over the quilt.

“Careful!”

Ike quickly took the glass from his hand, reached out, paused for a second in mid-air, but then carefully patted the youth’s lean back.

Truly so thin, was his first reaction.

Though wearing a white nightgown, the blond youth’s slender body made his spine so prominent it could be felt through the fabric. Ike wanted to urge him to eat more, but seeing Lin Xiaodong’s current state of vomiting even from a sip of water, he silently swallowed those words.

“Is this due to being unaccustomed to the local environment? Or did the servants below neglect their duties and accidentally give you something unclean to eat?” he asked with a frown.

Lin Xiaodong shook his head weakly.

Following his gaze downward, Ike finally had a sudden realization.

“It’s actually because of…” He was somewhat incredulous, but felt an inexplicable embarrassment and tension. “Then, have you tried praying to the God?”

The blond youth gave him a pale but resilient smile. “No need. I can endure it. For such a small matter, I feel there’s no need to trouble the God of Light.”

A trace of pity arose in Ike’s heart. He whispered, “But this is, after all, the God’s child.”

But since the Saint’s mind was made up, Ike, as the Captain of an unvalued knight band within the Church, naturally couldn’t interfere. The tall, stern black-haired man stood in place, hesitating for a moment, then suddenly said, “Wait a moment, I’ll be right back.”

Lin Xiaodong watched in confusion as Ike ran out like a gust of wind, then strode back in carrying something.

“Is this… a crossbow?”

He looked curiously at the small crossbow engraved with white-gold magical patterns, asking tentatively.

“Yes, this is a magical crossbow. Just input magic power and it can act as a bolt.” Ike solemnly placed it into Lin Xiaodong’s hands, saying with great expectation, “You can use it for self-defense, or use less magic power to treat it as a toy.”

“Tha… thank you?” Lin Xiaodong held the magical crossbow, between laughter and tears, only then realizing—after all that, this seemingly cold and hard Knight Captain was actually racking his brains to cheer him up?

Seeing the blond youth’s expression soften as he carefully examined the crossbow in his hand, Ike involuntarily broke into a grin.

But he still remembered his duty. Glancing at the time, it was time to go on patrol and train the troops, so he took his leave from Lin Xiaodong. “Your Holiness, I must go. If anything happens, please be sure to notify me immediately.”

“Alright,” Lin Xiaodong nodded.

After Ike left, the blond youth, who was supposedly “weakly” bedridden, immediately threw back the quilt and hopped off the bed. He glanced around, placed an apple on the headboard, then stood in the corner and raised the crossbow—

“Bang!”

There was a dull sound, and a flash of white light zipped across the room. Before Lin Xiaodong could even react, his bedside table had already shattered into pieces.

Lin Xiaodong: “…………”

Alright, first trial, missing the mark is normal.

But even with less than a third of the magic power in his body used, it could cause such a terrifying effect. It seemed this crossbow Captain Ike gave him was indeed a good thing.

He played with it fondly for a while, then happily tucked it under his pillow.

Middle of the night.

The blond youth lying in bed tossed and turned, a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He instinctively curled up his body, clutching his burning lower abdomen and letting out a soft moan. “Uncomfortable…”

Lin Xiaodong bit his lower lip hard. In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he felt the unusual movement in his belly, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Initially, he had wanted to take a knife and cut open his own stomach—to hell with the Holy Spirit or whatever. But after all, it was his own body; he truly couldn’t bring himself to do it, and he didn’t know how to treat this “child,” so he had been conflicted until now.

And seemingly sensing the host’s loathing and rejection, the “Holy Spirit,” which should have been just a wisp of the evil god’s intent, also expressed its dissatisfaction, which in turn caused Lin Xiaodong’s dry heaving throughout the entire day today—but this only made Lin Xiaodong even more convinced of the fact that he was pregnant.

Wasn’t this just freaking morning sickness?

That damned God of Light, making him suffer so much for nothing!

Just as he was frowning tightly, enduring the discomfort coming from deep within his body, a large hand suddenly pressed onto his lower abdomen from behind.

Lin Xiaodong’s eyes snapped open, and he almost jumped right off the bed.

“My… My God!?”

“It’s me.” A burning vibration came from his neck, and hot breath brushed against his skin. The deity looked with pleasure at the blond youth completely held in his arms, his body stiff and not daring to move. “You seem to be troubled by something, my child.”

“Y… Yes,” the Saint’s voice carried an imperceptible tremor, but thinking of the day’s pain, he bit the bullet and continued, “My God, I feel I am truly unsuitable to be the chosen one. Please… take back your gift.”

Although he didn’t know if the God of Light could grant a painless abortion, since he could get pregnant from a kiss, this shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

“Believe me, child, you are the most suitable candidate.” However, the other party remained steadfast, and taking advantage of the Saint’s lack of attention, he lifted the white nightgown on his body. His scorching palm pressed against the soft lower abdomen without any gap, slowly massaging in circles. “You just need to relax and accept its existence… See, doesn’t it feel a bit better now?”

The deity slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

The blond youth bit his lip hard. He was forced to the edge of the bed, his hand clutching the quilt involuntarily tightening.

“Y-yes,” in the dark night, his voice carried a hint of a sob. He was being bullied until the corners of his eyes were red, yet he still had to force himself to respond, looking incredibly pitiful. “Th-thank you for your gift, My God…”

The evil god’s breath hitched.

Actually, what he hadn’t told Lin Xiaodong was that whenever he heard the blond youth calling him “My God” in that gentle voice, a sense of immense satisfaction would spontaneously arise in his heart.

When he was still the God of Light, the deity possessed countless believers. Day and night, he could hear people telling him of their most loyal faith. They begged him for wealth, for power, for everything… However, when he was tainted by the aura of corruption due to resisting the abyss and could no longer respond to the believers’ prayers, these people abandoned him without hesitation.

So, he planted a seed in the blond youth’s body.

Even knowing the other would be dissatisfied or even suffer because of it, the evil god remained completely unmoved.

He thought extremeley: he wanted the Saint to be thoroughly tainted with his own aura from the inside out, making him belong to him and him alone from then on, whether willing or not… the most submissive lamb in the deity’s arms.

“Dear,” thinking of this, the evil god didn’t even bother to hide anymore. He reached out and roughly pinched Lin Xiaodong’s chin, forcing him to turn his head and meet his eyes. “Tell me, will you betray me?”

Though he still used the appearance of the God of Light, he had removed the mist from his face, revealing the handsome and deep features beneath. His tone and movements also carried a thorough sense of evil.

The blond Saint suddenly became quiet.

With those clear blue eyes that still shone even in the darkness, he looked directly into the deity’s brilliant gold eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, to the evil god’s surprise, he actually took the initiative to kiss him.

“You…” The evil god’s pupils shrank.

He truly hadn’t expected this seemingly pure and harmless little lamb to be so bold.

He actually dared to… blaspheme?

“My God.”

The bright moonlight reflected on the Saint’s snow-white cheek. The evil god stared blankly as a tear slid down from those clear blue eyes, finally disappearing into the pillow.

This Saint, whom he had dragged down into the abyss, who had almost been suffocated to death by torture, yet still held onto his faith, actually… cried?

The evil god looked helplessly at the youth weeping silently in his arms.

But what happened next shook his heart even more.

Without any warning, just because he had seen his face, the Saint’s originally fair skin and golden long hair vanished in the blink of an eye. The fallen angel that the evil god thought would take at least ten years to see appeared before him once more.

The Saint… no, he should be called the evil god’s first believer now. The youth, whose long hair had all turned snow-white, propped up half his body and, with those slender hands also stained with the aura of darkness, cupped the evil god’s cheeks.

He lowered his eyes, his thick snow-white lashes trembling slightly, and once again devoutly kissed the deity’s two dry, thin lips.