The Hypocritical Holy Knight 111 Part 2

After all, Cecil had always shown unwavering loyalty to the Pope. Although he had taken the initiative to tease Ambrose not long ago, this did not conflict with his loyalty to the Pope.

Could Ambrose be so carefree?

......

On the way back to the See, He Yan kept pondering Ambrose's sudden change tonight.

Of course, in the end, despite racking his brain, he couldn't come up with a highly credible explanation and could only attribute it to Ambrose's eccentric and nasty personality.

And he probably truly didn't care that he was tattling to the Pope about this - they were both foxes who had dealt with each other for so many years, who didn't know who?

...Okay, maybe he shouldn't have so seriously used a normal person's way of thinking to speculate about a lunatic's thought patterns.

Along the way, Ambrose would occasionally glance at the silent Son of Light from the corner of his eye.

At first he felt happy about it, but after a while, he suddenly became irritated.

He deliberately revealed a part of his true nature, just wanting this shallow little mouse to understand that the favorable impression he had of "Ambrose" was merely because of that false mask. Once he saw through to the true face of "Ambrose", he would realize how ridiculous it was to judge someone by their appearance!

But seeing Cecil truly show signs of alienation from him as he had guessed, his heart didn't feel relieved for long before unexpectedly falling into vexation again.

This fickle little mouse, not long ago he was still boldly seducing him like a little slut, and now with just a little scare, he "whoosh"-ed and shrank back. His affection was too cheap!

Ambrose: "..."

Ambrose's mentality collapsed.

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When they returned to the Ximi Church from the Ang Mountains, the sky had already turned a dim blue at the light and dark border of the horizon.

After a night of running around, although the battle was not fierce, staying up all night would inevitably lead to mental fatigue.

So they decided to rest a bit in the Ximi Church for a day before returning to Syphir the next day.

Because he didn't sleep at all last night, He Yan went to bed very early tonight. When the golden sun set into the earth and the sky turned completely dark, he had already laid down on the bed in his clothes.

Not just him, in order to set out early tomorrow, everyone went to bed early that night.

And on this final night, after experiencing three peaceful nights in the Ximi Church, He Yan was finally attacked by the blood elf again at night.

Because this time he knew the other party was his lover in this life, when the blood elf came to his bedside, He Yan couldn't even be bothered to resist, allowing the blood elf to slide his cold fingers over his face intimately.

His partner was acting a bit strange today, making him a little worried.

Considering that temperamental and quirky personality, he very reasonably suspected the blood elf might have some mental issues.

Maybe even illnesses like split personality disorder.

He should show more care and concern for this partner.

The blood elf slightly furrowed his brow and pinched his smooth cheeks with his palm, forcing him to meet his gaze.

Those black pupils appeared very calm, just looking at him without revealing any intense emotions. In a daze, he seemed to glimpse a hint of obscure gloom in those pure black eyes.

What was wrong with this Holy Son today? Last time they met he was still resisting, how come today he seemed indifferent, as if he had lost the will to live?

Could it be that the true nature "Ambrose" revealed today dealt too heavy a blow?

Indeed, Cecil seemed absent-minded the whole way back, looking to be in low spirits no matter what.

In that instant, he suddenly felt a little regret for his impulsive actions today.

As far as he knew, this Son of Light had previously devoted all his loyalty to the Goddess of Light, with a blank slate in his love life. Although the "Blessing of Eros" symbolizing promiscuity had been planted in his body, he could sense that Cecil's virginity was still intact.

If nothing unexpected happened, "Ambrose" should be...the first person Cecil liked.

Although the other party expressed it too boldly, perhaps it was due to lack of relevant experience, so he could only clumsily imitate the crude methods he had heard of to show his affection.

Thinking of how Cecil had awkwardly grabbed his arm to express goodwill last night, his heart suddenly softened.

Perhaps Cecil's fondness came swiftly and shallowly, but regardless, that bit of affection was pure and beautiful. He shouldn't have used such brutal means to strangle it the moment it poked out its little tip.

Now that he thought about it, that fit of jealousy was really a bit much. Other than eye color, his original appearance was no different from "Ambrose", so what Cecil adored was ultimately still his true self.

Pursuing beautiful things was the natural instinct of all creatures to begin with. Looks were his innate advantage, so he should make good use of it, not despise it for unimportant reasons.

The blood elf sorted out the logic in this and prepared to start making up for his fatal mistake tomorrow.

Since Cecil once had favorable feelings for "Ambrose", as long as he acted a bit gentler, he should be able to win the little mouse's heart again, right?

It would take at least three days to return to Syphir from here. He felt very hopeful about making the little mouse have a change of heart in these three days.

Although he also lacked experience in this unpredictable matter of the heart, one of his strengths was being good at applying theory to practice.

Thinking this, he reached out to help the listless Holy Son up from the bed. Before he could start struggling, he pinched his chin and poured a liquid from a small silver triangular flask into his mouth.

This was a small bottle of pool water taken from the sacred elven pool. The sacred pool water had a strong purifying effect. Although this little bit couldn't completely expel the "Blessing of Eros" from Cecil's body, it could make the "Blessing of Eros" regress in time to its dormant state and temporarily isolate it from Cecil to ensure his safety.

He had gone undercover in the Delan Empire for a full twenty years for the elven race, providing who knows how much intelligence. He had the right to request this bit of sacred water from the tribe.

After resolving matters on the Central Church's end, he could bring Cecil back to the elven race and enter the sacred pool to completely remove that seed from his body.

Although it went without saying how much of a fuss his fellow tribesmen would kick up over this, he could almost be certain the Elf Queen wouldn't refuse the request of someone with such great contributions to the race - that was the only thing he needed to care about.

By that time, Cecil must have already fallen deeply in love with him. When he reveals his identity as an elf to Cecil, even just based on his appearance, that shallow little mouse who only cares about looks will surely easily succumb to him.

This is simply the perfect development.

After being fed a bottle of unknown liquid, He Yan asked perfunctorily, "What did you feed me?"

As soon as the liquid flowed down his throat, he felt a tingling sensation where the "Blessing of Eros" had been planted on his left waist, but after just a few seconds, that feeling completely disappeared.

Considering that it could affect the seed in his body, and the identity of the blood elf, could it be that what the other party just gave him to drink was the pool water from the elven sacred pool?

The blood elf, in an extremely good mood, couldn't help but want to tease him maliciously. He lowered his voice and said mockingly in a sinister tone, "It's a good thing. Don't you want to thank me? Your Honorable Holiness, why don't you leave the imprint of your lips on my ugly face."

These words sounded quite neurotic, indeed not something a normal person could say.

He Yan hesitated for a moment, but based on the principle of trying to care for someone who may have a mental illness, he still stretched out his neck and gently kissed him on the face.

Blood Elf: "..."

Could it be that he had completely let go of Ambrose so quickly, and instead developed feelings for the hideous attacker whom he had despised immensely the last time they met?

— It's only been a few hours?

This!

Fickle!

Little mouse!

The blood elf's mentality also collapsed.