The Hypocritical Holy Knight 110 Part 2

However, the Holy Knight Order's Commander refused his suggestion with justification, "According to our monitoring, that demon beast is currently in the middle section of the Ang Mountains. The terrain there is really too dangerous. It's better for us to wait until it gets a bit closer before taking action."

— This was clearly to buy time.

But he was not in a hurry either. There was still nearly a month until his coming-of-age ceremony. As long as three days were set aside for the return journey, it would be fine. Even if he returned to the Holy See early, he would still be living under the Pope's surveillance. It was better to spend time leisurely in this remote small town.

Although there were still three Cardinals following behind him to monitor him, compared to the days in the Holy See where his every move was monitored and recorded by attendants without a moment to breathe, it was much better.

So after pondering for a bit, He Yan readily accepted this explanation and continued, "Then let's focus on this demon beast in Ximi Town first. According to Archbishop Nida, it may attack the town again tonight."

Nida was the name of that old archbishop of Ximi Church.

Sure enough, as the old archbishop had speculated, the demon beast attacked Ximi Town that night.

It was an ordinary mid-level demon beast. Although its strength had surged greatly from absorbing the flesh and blood of the humans it had killed before, it still did not compare to the level of a high-level demon beast. It was neatly slain by the joint efforts of the three Cardinals and a squad of Holy Knights following the holy son.

That night, the lamps in Ximi Town remained lit until dawn. The injured were completely healed by the holy son and Cardinals. The demon beast that had caused great panic in the town was also thoroughly exterminated. Everyone was too excited to sleep, celebrating until daybreak.

Clearly, these people did not know the news that a high-level demon beast had already intruded into the Ang Mountains and was continuously approaching this place.

These people who had suffered demon beast harassment for so long had already endured too much invisible mental torment. Releasing the news that a high-level demon beast was approaching would only cause chaos and panic in the town.

Late at night, the Holy Son who had returned to his room after hunting the demon beast looked at the newly changed bedding on his bed woven from top-grade beast feathers and slightly frowned.

The next morning, after seeing the old archbishop, he couldn't help but tactfully express to him not to prepare the room too luxuriously. He came here to slay demon beasts, not to enjoy himself. Like this, he would inevitably feel guilty in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after hearing him say this, the old archbishop acted even more ashamed than him, "To tell you the truth, respected Holy Son, those valuables were all provided by Lord Ambrose, it's not our credit."

He Yan: "..." Ambrose, as the leader of the Holy Knights, seemed very busy even when on a mission. Most of the time when He Yan saw him, he was busy writing letters or discussing matters with the Iron Cavalry leader or other knights.

Although the two met frequently, they didn't actually communicate much. Ambrose wore a polite mask, not revealing a single flaw. To cooperate with his performance, He Yan also maintained Cecil's persona, pretending not to know his true face.

Finally, on the third night after the mid-level demon beast was slain, Ambrose knocked on his door. "Prince Cecil, are you still awake?"

At this time, He Yan had already taken off his platinum-colored bishop's robe and taken a simple bath, preparing to go to bed.

Hearing the man's deep voice outside the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a moment before responding, "If you have something to say, please come in."

Actually, he was a little concerned. Since being attacked by the blood elf on the first night of arriving in Ximi, Ambrose, for some unknown reason, had never approached him at night again, and during the day, he maintained a respectful and appropriate distance, as if the two were just ordinary colleagues.

Seemingly a little surprised by this response, the person outside the door was silent for a moment, then replied, "As you command."

The door was gently pushed open. Although the room he was staying in was already the best in the Ximi church, it was still very old. When the door was pushed open, it inevitably made a "creak—" sound.

It was quickly closed again by the visitor.

After closing the door, the Commander of the Holy Knights looked at the Holy Son's current attire and suddenly stood there in silence.

The Holy Son did not appear before him as he did during the day, wearing a solemn bishop's robe, but was only wearing a set of light, thin clothes, his body's lines vaguely outlined. Under the reflection of the dim lamplight, it inexplicably revealed a hint of ambiguity.

Even though the vitality of the seed inside the Light's Holy Son's body was temporarily suppressed by him, it seemed that it had still silently exerted some subtle influence on this Prince Holy Son.

According to Cecil's usual behavior, his every move could be described as strictly adhering to the etiquette of the clergy, and he was definitely not the kind of person who would invite others in when not properly dressed.

However, Cecil himself seemed unaware of his own abnormality. Seeing him standing still, he asked in a slightly puzzled tone, "Sir Ambrose, what is the matter? Please come forward and speak."

Ambrose was silent for a moment, then obediently took a few steps forward.

Getting closer, it could be seen that Cecil had just cleaned himself. His originally fair skin, moisturized by the clear water, appeared even more translucent. Even those dark eyes contained a hint of indistinct mist. When he looked up at him, he was like a docile and harmless little animal, making one want to grasp his fragile, easily broken neck and do as one pleased.

Moreover, the Holy Son's clothes were very loose. From his angle, he could clearly see the Holy Son's slender neck, exquisite and lovely collarbones, and... the light-colored points on his fair chest.

Ambrose's body suddenly stiffened, and his pupils also uncontrollably shrank. However, he composed himself and quickly regained his rationality, getting to the matter at hand: "We have sensed that the demon beast is now approaching the edge of the Ang Mountains. If we do not stop it, then at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, it will rush out of the Ang Mountains and head towards the direction of Ximi Town."

"Although that demon beast is injured, we don't have enough manpower. If we let it enter the town, there is no guarantee that we can ensure the safety of the civilians in the town."

"So, I wanted to come and discuss with you whether we should take the initiative to attack tonight and slay it before it leaves the Ang Mountains."

The Commander of the Holy Knights appeared calm on the surface, composedly explaining his purpose for coming tonight in a few well-organized sentences.

— Although this calmness was feigned.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, regardless of whether Cecil was deliberately displaying this enticing appearance in front of him, he would not suppress his desire.

It's just that, as he said, that demon beast was indeed very close to Ximi Town. Although he could control it to turn back, the Holy Knights had already assembled outside the church, and even the old bishop was waiting outside the door for him to invite the Holy Son out. At this time, devouring Cecil was not a wise choice.

Of course, most importantly, he must not let the seed he suppressed in Cecil's body smell even a hint of arousal — this was also the reason why he had endured not going to drink Cecil's blood at night for the past three days.

Although imagining the little mouse's appearance when dominated by desire was also very charming and enticing, he still preferred this person's appearance when he was sobbing while clear-headed.

However, Cecil obviously could not appreciate his rare goodwill. After listening to his narration, this Light's Holy Son suddenly reached out and grasped his forearm, raised his head to gaze at him with moist black eyes, and softly pleaded, "Sir Ambrose, can you dress me?"

He didn't even make up an excuse like "feeling unwell" for himself, just so bluntly making a suggestive invitation to him.

Ambrose was silent for a moment, the muscles of his forearm that was grasped by the Holy Son's soft, fair palm tensing up. In the end, he still accepted this request: "Of course, it would be my honor."

Damn it, what's going on!

Could the influence of that seed be this great?

It had only awakened for a dozen or so minutes, yet it could prompt Cecil to make such a brazen move that was almost seducing a man?

That night, when faced with his approach, the Light's Holy Son still showed fear and resistance, putting on a lofty appearance.

However — could it be that just by changing faces and putting on a gentlemanly appearance, he could so easily win the favor of this Light's Holy Son?

......

Not wanting to think about these things anymore, he mobilized his power to forcibly suppress his body's reaction — these damn tight knight's trousers couldn't hide even a hint of a reaction — took the holy bishop's robes from the hanger, and put them on the Light's Holy Son.

When fastening the hidden buttons for Cecil, his fingertips accidentally brushed past a small protrusion.

Then he heard the Holy Son, who was extending his hand to be served, let out a gentle "uh" sound and delicately accuse him, "Lord Ambrose, you hurt me."

Author's Note:

Yanyan: Just kidding.

Thus, Ambrose put a green hat on his own head.