Chapter 2430: Love in the Evil God's Faith 35

Lie, however, seemed to have been stimulated to the extreme, or perhaps his blind self-confidence gave him a ridiculous illusion.

Father God! Look at me! I am better than Sai Miu er...

Jin Chen's patience ran out, and he made a grasping motion in the air at the lunging Lie.

Ah!

Lie's startled cry cut off abruptly, as if an invisible giant hand had seized his throat; his body suddenly hung suspended in midair, his limbs struggling in vain.

"I'm still giving you too much face." Jin Chen said.

The moment his words fell, the fingers of his grasping hand clenched tightly!

The Lie suspended in midair jerked stiffly, all struggle ceasing instantly, devoid of life.

Norman sucked in a breath of cold air, his face turning deathly pale, and he nearly rolled and crawled out of the room, not daring to look back.

The room was in disarray.

Jin Chen lowered his head, looking at Sai Miu er, who had calmed in his arms, and brushed away a speck of ink on his cheek with his fingertip; his voice returned to a low, gentle tone.

Are you happy now?

Sai Miu er pressed his lips together and gently shook his head in the crook of his neck.

Lie was dead, but the jealousy and possessiveness in his heart had not dissipated.

His Father God was so good, so supreme, that countless people would forever come one after another to adore him, believe in him, and long to draw near him.

This realization, after today's scene, grew stronger, tightening his chest with anxiety.

He could not restrain the jealousy and desire within him; at this moment, he especially, especially longed for his Father God's favor.

Sai Miu er rose and took off his already loose shirt; the smooth fabric piled on the ground like flowers about to fall but not quite.

He stepped on the clothes, clung to Jin Chen's shoulder, his cheek pressed against the neck, looking up at him: "Father God, I feel so awful; so many people always want to compete with me for you—please favor me, okay?"

Jin Chen touched his cool cheek, "Still not happy?"

Sai Miu er lifted his face, his eyes misty with water vapor and an almost obsessive longing.

He lowered his head, reverently kissing Jin Chen's palm, then pulled that large hand over and lightly placed it on his own cheek, nodding slightly.

Jin Chen looked at his aggrieved yet yearning expression, let out a low sigh, and rubbed his delicate skin with his fingertip.

Then I'll coax you.

Sai Miu er's idea of 'coaxing' was that Jin Chen would take him back to the bedchamber, using affectionate fondness and warmth to soothe his uneasy heart.

In fact, Jin Chen did exactly that.

But two days later.

The holy bells of all the Holy Sees across the continent were struck at the same moment; immediately after, a divine edict descended again, announcing a fact capable of overturning the continent's understanding.

Supreme Archbishop Sai Miu er was not only the Father God's most beloved follower, but also his sole lover.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 8!】

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On the clean streets of the Holy City, a figure stood out conspicuously.

Bu Lan wen wore a washed‑white old robe stained with mud spots, and the shoes on his feet were frayed at the edges.

He stood at the edge of the bustling crowd, greedily gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar streetscape before him.

Since the former archbishop's succession ceremony, he had been exiled, able to live only in villages even more backward than the frontier towns, with news lagging far behind the outside world; he only knew that some turmoil concerning faith and the divine had occurred.

The details, however, remained vague.

Bu Lan wen leaned against the cold wall corner, panting, and overheard two well‑dressed men nearby chatting idly.

They were talking about the Holy See, and Bu Lan wen hurriedly moved closer.

The two men glanced at him, saw his destitute appearance, took him for a beggar, paid no heed, and continued speaking.

……Lord Sai Miu er truly, it's said that yesterday's blessing ceremony manifested another divine sign……

Indeed, the Father God looks favorably upon him.

Their tone was full of reverence; the more he listened, the more information Bu Lan wen gathered, yet his heart grew colder.

Sai Miu er……had become the Supreme Archbishop.

Bu Lan wen couldn't help but interject, his voice dry and hoarse: "……You still believe in the Light God, isn't it said……He is the Dark……"

Before he could finish, the two men looked at him like a monster and then snorted in laughter.

"Where did this old fossil come from? Nobody on the continent doesn't know this—light and darkness share the same source, the Father God is a unity—what's the problem?"

"Exactly, are you blocking my begging?" another said mockingly.

Bu Lan wen: "……"

He felt as if punched in the face, staggered back, and his spine slammed into the rough wall.

How absurd……yet it was actually accepted?!

His chest heaved violently; amidst the chaotic thoughts, a sliver of hope still lingered.

Since he could return unharmed to the Holy City, does that mean……the gods have not utterly abandoned him?

Then, there is still a chance……he is, after all, a rare pure‑lineage light mage!

Bu Lan wen dragged his weary body forward, relying on memory, and stumbled toward the towering Main Gate of the Holy See.

The guarding Holy Hall Knights recognized him, gave him a few complex scrutinizing looks, and did not stop him.

"Lord Bu Lan wen?" the lead knight said politely, "Please wait a moment; we have already sent someone to report to Lord Sai Miu er."

Bu Lan wen's anxious heart sank halfway; he straightened his stooped back, striving to regain his former bearing, and was led to the side hall to wait.

Time trickled by, and Bu Lan wen sat uneasily.

Finally, footsteps sounded, but the one who entered was not Sai Miu er, merely an ordinary attendant.

"Lord Bu Lan wen," the attendant bowed, "Lord Sai Miu er is still occupied with affairs; please remain calm and do not act rashly."

"Besides, the lord ordered, please change into your former priestly robes." Behind the attendant, another person held a neatly folded set of white priestly robes.

Branwen's eyes lit up instantly.

Change back into the priestly robes?

Samuel is this...... softening, trying to curry favor with him? Is he giving him a way out, letting him return with dignity?

The long-suppressed humiliation and the resentment from being bullied by the village ruffians suddenly found an outlet, giving rise to some arrogance.

He almost sprang to his feet, chin slightly raised, and spoke in a commanding tone: "What are you staring at? Serve me while I change!"

The attendants exchanged a glance, said nothing, stepped forward silently, and, with practiced motions, helped him take off his tattered robes and put on the pristine white priestly robes that symbolized his status and honor.

Branwen seemed to have regained his lost dignity.

He adjusted his collar in the bronze mirror, striving to make his posture appear more upright.

Footsteps sounded again, this time steady and clear; Branwen turned his head and saw Samuel appear in the doorway.

He wore the trimmed robe symbolizing the high archbishop, his face expressionless, calmly looking at Branwen.