Chapter 2408: The Love of the Evil God

At the same time, in Bulanwen's private prayer room.

Bulanwen knelt alone on the cold floor, facing the statue of the Light God Zephyros.

The jealousy, resentment, and unwillingness of the past days nearly choked him.

Bulanwen could no longer keep his composure, pouring all his grievances and accusations into his prayer.

"Father God, why! Why do you favor only Samuel?!" His voice hoarse, "I am more outstanding, more devout! My holy power is a hundred times purer than his! I am the most fit to inherit the bishop's position, to serve you forever!"

"Why can't you just look at me?!"

He repeated his accusations, especially the day the prince's mansion bestowed blessings, when the deity gave him and Samuel treatment worlds apart, which remained an unhealable thorn in his heart.

Perhaps it was Bulanwen's grudge that was too strong.

Or perhaps the name "Samuel" appeared far too often.

Above the clouds, the Light God Zephyros, who had just been warned by Jin Chen and was already uneasy, finally turned a sliver of attention toward this constantly calling follower.

A golden phantom slowly coalesced into shape within Bulanwen's prayer room.

Zephyros regarded him with curiosity, his gaze falling on Bulanwen kneeling on the ground.

"You are calling out to me, making your plea."

The deity's voice was ethereal and lacking warmth.

Bulanwen jerked his head up, seeing the descending golden phantom, and joy instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"It's Father God!"

"Father God truly heard his call and descended!"

"Father God!"

Bulanwen trembled all over, almost crawling on hands and feet a few steps to draw nearer to that holy light, tears pouring out.

"It's you, truly you!" He, as if finding an outlet, no longer cared for decorum, his voice choking with tears as he poured out all the pent‑in grievance and jealousy.

"Father God, I don't understand! That day at the prince's mansion… you clearly responded to me first… you gave me and the Young Highness grace."

"But why, why then… did you bestow such a grand holy light upon Samuel?!"

Bulanwen, eyes swollen with tears, looked at Zephyros and said, "What is this all for? Is my faith… not devout enough?"

Zephyros: "……"

Listening to this little follower repeatedly mention the blessing that made him lose face.

Zephyros only felt a surge of suffocation welling up in his chest.

This follower was practically reminding him that his divine power paled beside Jin Chen's.

Fortunately… Zephyros secretly felt relieved that this foolish follower did not know the truth, merely thinking the deity's favoritism was biased.

Meanwhile Bulanwen continued his lament.

Zephyros felt irritated inside, yet wanted to tell this resentful follower directly: it's not that I withhold greater glory from you, but that the Samuel you speak of has behind him a more brutal, unreasonable god.

That fellow even dares to threaten me!

However, the moment this thought arose, if the name "Samuel" became even slightly clear in his consciousness, a piercing pain like a blade stabbing through his soul shot through instantly.

That damned dark evil god!

It actually dared to forbid even mentioning the name "Samuel" in front of his followers, this Light God!

Zephyros' heart surged with towering discontent, like boiling holy water bubbling with frustrated bubbles.

But he could do nothing about it.

He could only suppress his rising anger and cut off Bulanwen's lament.

"You summoned me down merely to complain?"

Bulanwen, lost in his own grievance, was drenched by that cold question and shuddered instantly.

Only then did he realize how rude his words and actions had been.

Bulanwen hurriedly prostrated, forehead pressed to the cold tiles, "Father God! I am not complaining…… I merely…… merely……"

His words were incoherent, yet his heart grew ever more bitter and puzzled.

"Why?"

"Why can Samuel so shamelessly act coquettish and weep before Father God, even… even committing those near‑sacrilegious intimate gestures?"

"Why does Father God have no patience for him, unwilling even to hear his grievances?"

But Bulanwen ultimately dared not voice these doubts, only swallowing his grievances again and pleading in the most humble posture.

"Father God, please also favor me…… I am more devoted than Samuel……"

——

Next morning, in the hall of prayer's dawn light.

Samuel and Bulanwen together completed their daily morning prayer.

The rite ended, Samuel left the hall, sunlight dancing on his golden hair tips.

He drew from the inner pocket of his holy robe a rose, nourished by divine power and still fresh and dewy.

That was a token Father God gave him at his ear, which Samuel cherished deeply.

His long, fair fingers lightly twisted the stem, his eyes brimming with longing, as if the flower still retained the deity's warmth.

Bulanwen stood at the hall's entrance, just turning his head to see this scene.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging malice, and quickly walked toward Archbishop Xilier, who was conversing with several high‑ranking stewards.

"Your Excellency, Archbishop," Bulanwen's voice rang clear for those nearby, "Yesterday… yesterday Father God also answered my prayer! He descended to my prayer chamber, heard my plea—this is Father God's grace toward me."

As soon as he spoke, the several high‑ranking stewards nearby turned their eyes to Bulanwen.

Archbishop Xilier also halted the conversation, quite astonished, "Oh? My child Bulanwen, is this really true?"

A soft patter sounded.

The rose in Saimiu'er's hand slipped and fell.

He was stunned, turned around, and stared straight at Bulanwen.

His gaze lingered on Bulanwen's face for a few seconds; then Saimiu'er furrowed his delicate brow and asked doubtfully in a low voice, "Is that so? What did the Father God grant you?"

Bulanwen:???

The excitement on his face froze instantly, and he opened his mouth.

What was granted?

Father God…… gave him nothing but a cold question.

No flowers, no marks, no embraces…… nothing at all!

Bishop Xilier's gaze also grew deep.

He, seasoned by worldly experience, naturally saw Bulanwen's embarrassment at this moment.

"Bulanwen, before Father God, any false words are blasphemy."

Bulanwen's cheeks burned hot, "I didn't lie, Bishop!"

Saimiu'er felt a slight ease in his heart, bent down to pick up the rose from the ground, brushed off nonexistent dust with his fingertips, and carefully put it away again.

He straightened his back and walked past Bulanwen without glancing sideways.

Father God himself had said that I am one of a kind; Saimiu'er thought to himself.

Father God so greatly indulged his possessiveness, even tacitly allowing his revenge……

How could Bulanwen's words possibly be true?

Saimiu'er missed Father God more and more.

He didn't even want to do anything; the time he spent each day missing Father God already took up most of his days.