Chapter 2411: Love for the Evil God's Faith 16

Half a month later.

The convoy had already ventured deep into the edge of the vast forest.

Towering ancient trees blocked the sky, the air was humid, filled with the scent of decaying leaves and soil.

During this half-month journey, Bulanwen swept away her previous gloom, becoming radiant, with undisguised pride showing on her brow.

The reason was simple: the Father God's divine manifestations had already descended upon the convoy twice in succession, and each time they came to Bulanwen's ears, not Saimuer's.

Once, during Bulanwen's morning prayer, a gentle golden light bathed her.

Another time, when Bulanwen publicly chanted a hymn, the sky drifted down golden petals that emitted a faint glow.

Although the scale of these two divine manifestations paled in comparison to the shocking grandeur Saimuer had once experienced.

But for everyone in the convoy, it was already a great honor; the Knights were filled with awe, and the accompanying clergy grew ever more reverent toward Bulanwen.

Saimuer sat in the carriage, watching Bulanwen's increasingly proud bearing bathed in divine favor, feeling as if a cold stone had been shoved into their heart.

Sad? Yes.

But… a growing sense of unease was sprouting deep in their heart.

The aura of those two so‑called Father God manifestations… felt utterly wrong.

Too thin, lacking the soul‑deep vastness and resonance that made them tremble.

When the third divine manifestation descended upon Bulanwen again as they rested in a forest clearing, Saimuer did not lower their head in prayer like the others.

Instead, they stepped forward a few paces, eyes narrowing slightly, silently sensing the power fluctuations emanating from that golden light.

Even more wrong.

This light divine power, though pure, was like water without a source—mere surface, lacking true profundity.

A bold, almost preposterous thought welled up in their mind, and it could not be contained.

A god… is impersonating the Father God!

The "Light God" descending upon Bulanwen is a false god!

Upon realizing this, the sour regret in their heart was instantly replaced by fury.

This is an outright desecration of the Father God; they would allow nothing to tarnish the sole deity in their heart.

They lifted their gaze, looking past the crowd to rest on Bulanwen, bathed in golden light and enjoying the crowd's worship.

A pitiful worm deceived by a false god.

Bulanwen unexpectedly met Saimuer's gaze filled with pity, instantly becoming bewildered and furious.

What kind of look is that from Saimuer!

Although they didn't understand what Saimuer was trying to convey, this in no way prevented Bulanwen from fuming with rage.

Moreover, no matter how they hinted or even pleaded, the Father God never intended to inflict any punishment on this follower of dark power, Saimuer.

——

When Jin Chen arrived from the Light God Temple to Saimuer's side, the convoy had already passed through the forest and reached the destination of this journey.

Bathed in the evening sun's golden glow, the foreign main city's towering walls and the Holy See's lofty spires were clearly visible in the morning light.

Saimuer was respectfully led to the finest guest chamber prepared for them within the Holy See.

The room was lavishly furnished, carpeted with thick rugs, and scented with expensive incense.

Yet Saimuer paid them no heed.

Their first act was to walk to the center of the room, face the Holy City, clasp their hands, and press them devoutly to their forehead.

This time it was not a prayer, but… a complaint.

"Father God…"

Saimuer muttered to the void, "Do you know? An annoying false god is impersonating you and running around deceiving people."

"They have doted on that pitiful worm, Bulanwen, in your name."

Upon saying this, Saimuer's voice took on a hint of cold killing intent: "Rest assured, I will find a way to locate them and then… eliminate them."

"Father God, I will never let anyone tarnish your glory."

Just as Saimuer was immersed in their plan to purge the false god for the Father God, a low, magnetic, familiar laugh suddenly sounded behind them.

Saimuer froze, then abruptly turned around.

That figure, which haunted their dreams, was leaning lazily against the carved window frame, smiling as they gazed at them.

"My little follower, I have returned."

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 63!】

【Villain Blackening Value -5, total 68!】

"Father God!"

Saimuer no longer bothered with the priest's reserve, striding a few steps to fling themselves into Jin Chen's open arms, burying their face deep in the neck redolent of ice and sandalwood.

Nearly three months of separation felt like endless torture.

Only skin‑to‑skin contact could soothe the deep‑seated yearning of Saimuer's soul.

Saimuer was no longer content to passively receive grace; longing gave rise to unprecedented courage.

They lifted their face, eagerly and actively pressing their lips to Jin Chen's, speaking of affection in a delicate, entwined manner—though lacking form, it was utterly sincere.

Jin Chen's arm steadfastly encircled Saimuer's supple waist, the other hand slipping into their thick golden hair to gently comb it.

The warm, soft body in their embrace trembled slightly from excitement; in the gap between their lips and teeth, Jin Chen mentioned Saimuer's recent complaint, their breath brushing over Saimuer's sensitive ear as they whispered.

"Just… trust me, huh?"

Jin Chen also never expected that, with Zefeiluosi already having appeared, Saimuer could directly judge them as a false god.

An unexpected delight.

Saimuer withdrew slightly, their silver‑white eyes misting with emotion as they raised a fingertip to trace the profound brow and eye contour of the Father God.

"I will always be your most devoted follower, no matter what happens."

Jin Chen embraced him, then sat down on the velvet-cushioned chaise by the window, letting Sai Miuer curl up more comfortably in his arms.

Sai Miuer lay against Jin Chen's chest, his cheek pressed to that steady heartbeat, whispering softly about the ordeal of the past two months.

It was soaked with longing, and also carried a heartbreaking fragility.

"I miss you so much, I think of you every moment..."

I wish I could...

take out my heart and show it to you.

Sai Miuer's eyes reddened at the corners, and tiny tears spilled out uncontrollably.

Jin Chen kissed away the cold tears, stroking Sai Miuer's back to soothe him.

Lost in happiness, Sai Miuer unconsciously traced his fingertips over the back of Jin Chen's hand, which was wrapped around his waist.

Suddenly he touched a cold, hard object marked with strange patterns.

"Hiss..."

Sai Miuer jerked his hand back as if shocked, the strange power seeping from the ring making him shudder involuntarily; he curled up instinctively and let out a short gasp.

"What's wrong?"

Jin Chen sensed something amiss and steadied his weakening body.

Sai Miuer, still shaken, shook his head and pressed his fingertips.

That electric sensation came and went quickly.

He cautiously reached out again, lightly touching the crystal on the ring.

This time, there was no sensation at all.

It seemed that the sensation just now was merely a hallucination born of his overexcitement.

Jin Chen looked at Sai Miuer's fingertips, a surge of impulse rising in him, and he slipped the ring off his own finger.

In Sai Miuer's astonished gaze, he took that jade-white hand and placed the ring, which carried a primal aura, onto the index finger of his left hand.

The dark purple mysterious crystal contrasted with Sai Miuer's fair skin.

"Nice." Jin Chen examined it, quite satisfied.