The Hypocritical Holy Knight 109 Part 2

He Yan tightly gripped the blood elf's cold and hard wrist, constantly panting through his mouth.

This person... really had a bad taste.

And the bad thing was, because he had already accepted the man in his heart by default, being teased by the man almost instantly aroused a reaction.

The reaction itself wasn't a big problem, but the unfortunate thing was that his body was abnormal and contained some uncontrollable factors.

A heat rose from the left side of his waist and abdomen where the pope had buried a "seed", and spread throughout his body at an unstoppable speed, burning his reason to ashes in just a few seconds. He only had time to use all his strength to tightly grasp the man's wrist and beg him for help before completely losing consciousness: "Am..."

But that sound was really too soft, it was just a short and vague gasp. Because of the overlapping syllables, it was impossible to distinguish whether he was saying "Am" or a meaningless moan.

But Ambrose was in no mood to distinguish these things. At first, he thought Cecil was just panting because he was a little uncomfortable from being teased by him, but as he watched this person's breathing become more and more rapid, he finally realized that something seemed to be a little wrong.

Cecil closed his eyes in a very short time, but he seemed to be restless even in his dreams, his long raven-like eyelashes kept trembling, looking very uneasy.

He raised his hand slightly, and the hand that was originally gripping his wrist slid down weakly with his lifting motion, falling on the bedding.

He could swear that he only lightly pinched him; it was impossible to directly make someone faint.

- Unless it was Cecil's own problem.

His brows tightly furrowed, he reached out his hand again, feeling inch by inch on the body of the Holy Son of Light, and finally found the thing causing mischief in Cecil's body when he touched near the groin on the left waist.

It was a seed called "Blessing of Eros".

Eros was an ancient deity described in the Mythical Scrolls of the Delan Continent. He was a low-ranking god who had briefly established a fleeting faith here before the Goddess of Light descended upon the Delan Continent.

He was also known as: the God of Lust.

Although this deity did not stay on the Delan Continent for long and was quickly expelled by the Goddess of Light, he left some indelible traces on the Delan Continent.

Apart from being recorded in a few pages of the Mythical Scrolls of the Delan Continent, what this God of Lust was most famous for was a plant he personally created.

It was a plant called "Eros", which would bloom enchanting and alluring flowers in the morning dew on the first day of spring each year, emitting a fragrance that could entice the lust in living beings, prompting them to spend a romantic and beautiful breeding season.

Because of the characteristics of this plant, they were also vividly called "flowers of lust". Their petals were often dried and ground into fine powder, processed and made into aphrodisiac incense, used in the bedchambers of men and women for pleasure. It was very popular among the Delan nobility in ancient times.

However, as Eros was expelled by the Goddess of Light, this plant gradually became extinct on the Delan Continent due to the lack of nourishment from Eros's divine power. Only in deep forests rarely visited by humans was it possible to find one or two. Now most people don't even know about their existence, and even if they do, they only have a vague idea that this flower has an aphrodisiac effect.

So very few people know that in addition to the petals, the seeds of this plant also have the same effect, and after proper processing, they can even be a dozen times better than the petals in effect, known as "Blessing of Eros".

Just like the "Blessing of Eros" in Cecil's body now, it has been specially refined into a magic seed residing in the human body.

It is as tiny as a needle tip and will first enter the host's body with food, find a suitable place to settle down and hibernate. When it senses the host's passion, it will immediately wake up from hibernation, crack open the seed shell, and transmit its demonic power into the host's body.

This demonic power can make the host's body more suitable for lust and procreation. Simply put, it transforms a normal person into someone who exudes lewdness from their bones.

However, these were all practices popular in ancient times. Now, except for some knowledgeable scholars, almost everyone is clueless when "Blessing of Eros" is mentioned.

Even Ambrose, who compiles and reads ancient books, had to search his mind for a long time before remembering the information about this seed.

This was really strange. How could there be such a seed that was almost synonymous with licentiousness in the body of the Holy Son of Light?

Moreover, the exclusivity of the divine power of light was extremely strong. Cecil had been in the church filled with the divine power of light for a long time, so the seed would definitely have been detected.

No matter how you look at it, this matter reeked of absurdity.

After a little thought, he understood that this "Blessing of Eros" should have been designed by the Pope himself to be planted in Cecil's body.

Apart from him, there was no one else in the Church of Light who had the authority to let the Holy Son of Light wander around the church with "Blessing of Eros" without being discovered.

If it were before, knowing this kind of dirty secret, he would probably just sneer and then plan how to use this opportunity to strike at the Pope.

But now, looking at the unconscious Holy Son of Light, his brows were furrowed so tightly that a fly could be squeezed to death.

The effect of "Blessing of Eros" was not just to simply transform one's body. In the later stages, it would slowly erode the host's mind, turning them into someone whose head was on their lower body.

To be precise, that could no longer be called a human, but only a creature dominated by desire.

Looking at the Holy Son who had already begun to moan softly in the bedding, his eyes darkened even more.

......

Early the next morning, He Yan sat on the bed and pondered for a long time, but still couldn't remember what he had experienced after fainting last night.

The seed at his left waist was very quiet, as if the seed cracking and body burning last night were just his illusions.

He used a low-level light technique to conjure an illusory mirror in front of him, tugged at his collar, lifted his clothes and examined himself inside and out, but found no suspicious traces.

Even the wound on his face had completely healed, and his cheeks had become smooth and fair again. He touched his own face but couldn't feel any uneven sensation at all.

Waving his hand to shatter the mirror in front of him, He Yan continued to sink into contemplation.

Actually, it was because Cecil's body had never had relevant experience before, so he couldn't control himself as soon as Ambrose teased him...

He Yan let out a deep sigh.

Okay, he admitted that he had been a little slack in his mind after confirming the identity of his lover, which inadvertently gave the seed in his body a chance.

Once "Blessing of Eros" cracked in the host's body, it could never go back into hibernation, so He Yan's previous beautiful idea of dragging things out could only be shattered.

Perhaps the only good news was that the growth rate of this magic seed was determined by the number and amount of watering the host received after the shell cracked. As long as he practiced abstinence from now on, he should be able to hold on for a year or two.

...Besides, he didn't believe that with Ambrose's abilities, he wouldn't have discovered the abnormality in his body.

Even though this Knight Commander of the Holy Knights had a fickle temper, a rather bad personality, and extremely bad hobbies, He Yan had an inexplicable confidence that his partner would not leave him out in the cold alone.

"Your Holiness," just as he was considering these matters, the elderly archbishop's aged voice suddenly came from outside the door, accompanied by a knock, "Are you awake? There is an important guest from the Central Church who wishes to meet with you."

He Yan returned from his contemplation, "Please wait a moment, I will be ready right away."

A guest from the Central Church?

Could it be that the Pope thought two cardinals were not enough and sent additional personnel to monitor him?

After getting dressed and doing some simple cleaning, He Yan pushed open the door only to find that his guess was completely wrong. The visitor was not one of the Pope's people, but someone he was very familiar with. They had just met last night, and it was possible that some kind of intimate contact had occurred while he was unconscious.

Ambrose was wearing the highest-level platinum knight's armor of the Holy Knights. His broad back was straight as an arrow, his nose was high and straight, and his deep blue eyes, set in deep sockets, were as pure and bright as the azure sky at this moment. His light golden hair was pulled back, as elegant and charming as if it had gathered the soft fragments of the morning sun.

Seeing him emerge from the doorway, this handsome and graceful Holy Knight commander adjusted his gloves as usual, took a few steps forward, and knelt on one knee before him, just as they had when they first met in this world. He gently pressed his cold lips to the back of He Yan's pale hand.

"Prince Cecil," he looked up at He Yan with those beautiful, deep blue eyes, "Good day."

Author's note:

"There are many delicious bloods in this world... of course, my wife's is still the most delicious =,="

- "Encyclopedia of Blood Appreciation for Various Races in the Delan Continent" by Ambrose Aide

The vegetarian elves, with the exception of a few individuals: Let this jerk die on the body of the Son of Light and never come back (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

This time, our He Yan's partner is very impressive and has not broken character so far, which is very touching (no).