The Hypocritical Holy Knight 114 Part 1

He Yan stared blankly at the blood elf on top of him: "......"

Perhaps finally deciding to let loose on him, this time the blood elf didn't hold back. When he grinned at He Yan, he even brazenly revealed two gleaming little fangs!

...... they even looked a bit cute!

So when the blood elf leaned down towards him, He Yan couldn't help but follow his heart's desire and reached out towards the blood elf.

Then, under the blood elf's suddenly deep gaze, he touched one of the fangs.

The blood elf slightly furrowed his brows. His fangs were very sensitive. When touched by the holy son's soft fingertip, a subtle tingling sensation instantly spread out from the point of contact.

He released his grip on the Holy Son's cheek, and instead grasped his outstretched wrist, a hint of probing in his eyes: "Hmm?"

This little mouse's reaction wasn't quite right, was it?

Upon discovering that the two people he had been ambiguous with turned out to be the same person, shouldn't this fickle Holy Son feel guilty and flustered?

But why did he look so...... calm right now?

He even made this teasing gesture towards him.

In that instant, the blood elf fell into a brief daze.

——Until he was startled awake by a faint, sweet scent of blood.

It turned out that unruly little mouse had the gall to hook his fingertip on his fang, causing the fingertip to accidentally get cut by the sharp fang tip. A few drops of bright red blood flowed out from the fingertip and fell onto his lips, dyeing his already scarlet lips even more luscious.

"Lord Cecil," the blood elf pulled his hand away from his own lips, stuck out his tongue to lick the blood off his lips, and questioned the Holy Son, whose black pupils seemed to be shining, in a hoarse voice: "Don't you have something to say to me?"

For example, confess your despicable deeds of having a foot in two boats?

However, the Holy Son seemed to not understand his hidden meaning. He simply stuck his still bleeding fingertip back into the blood elf's mouth, his black pupils intently gazing at him as he considerately urged: "Darling, don't waste it."

Blood Elf: "......"

Attracted by the wonderful scent of the Holy Son's blood on his fingertip, he reflexively used his tongue to suck on that slender finger, licking it completely clean of blood.

With the holy son's fingertip in his mouth, he gradually tasted that something was off.

He spat out the finger from his mouth and gripped the Holy Son's chin again. His blood-red eyes narrowed slightly as he asked in a dangerous tone: "You knew long ago?"

Faced with his exposed dual identities, the Holy Son was really acting way too calm.

He was certain he could tell that this calmness didn't stem from strong mental fortitude, but rather from the justification of having known the truth long ago.

Faced with his interrogation, the Holy Son merely blinked his moist eyes innocently and quietly replied: "Mmm......"

Hearing this affirmative response, the blood elf's pupils instantly constricted, and the force of his grip on the Holy Son's chin also increased.

——The blood elf's disguise techniques were unmatched in the entire Delan continent. Even the previous Pope himself couldn't see through his true form. How did Cecil, whose strength was far inferior to the Pope's, discover it?

The blood elf thought back to their several previous encounters in this brief moment, and was quite certain he hadn't revealed any clues.

He pressed his body even lower, completely meshing his chest and abdomen with the Holy Son's. Bringing his lips to the corner of his mouth, he nearly whispered against him: "Cecil, you really surprise me."

Before, he had originally thought Cecil was just a foolish pawn in the hands of the Pope, and had no interest in turning his gaze upon him. It wasn't until later when he discovered that Cecil wasn't as ignorant and stupid as he appeared on the surface that he began to take notice of this originally worthless Holy Son.

There was also the sweet, lively blood flowing within him, which was an unexpected delight, including that body that could easily stir up desires he never had before......

He once thought these were surprising enough, but now it seemed that there were perhaps even more things he hadn't figured out about this Holy Son.

The Holy Son smiled slightly, accepted his praise, and politely replied: "Thank you, I also really like the 'surprises' you bring me."

The blood elf lightly kissed the corner of his lips, then turned his head slightly to affectionately nuzzle his nose with his own. His words were filled with hidden undercurrents: "May I ask, how did you find out?"

He Yan also nuzzled his nose back, replying in a half-real, half-fake manner: "If I said I was relying on my intuition, Lord Ambrose, would you believe it?"

"Of course I believe you," hearing this answer, the blood elf paused before replying perfunctorily. He then gave up on interrogating him further and shifted the topic to tonight's main event, hoarsely saying: "However, let's first complete your coming-of-age ceremony."

The blood elf restrained the Holy Son's neck with one hand, bared his sharp fangs, and mercilessly bit down on his fair, delicate neck.

The instant his sharp teeth pierced the skin, he heard the Holy Son's muffled groan of endurance, but he didn't go easier on him. Instead, he stabbed his sharp teeth in even deeper, then wantonly licked and sucked the sweet blood gushing out from the wound.

Even clearly knowing his identity, he still deliberately acted ambiguous with both sides, pretending to know nothing while watching him go crazy with jealousy like a madman. The Holy Son's fetish—— it really made one's teeth itch with hatred!

This little mouse's heart was obviously completely rotten.

This kind of bad thing, if not properly punished, would never learn its lesson!

Moreover, seeing a fair and tender prey constantly flaunting itself in front of you, having to restrain yourself to only lick and nibble on it a little without baring your fangs to completely devour it, was undoubtedly very painful.

But after long restraint, the deliciousness felt when truly getting to eat the prey was also doubled.

That night, the blood elf finally took off his mask of hypocrisy, picked up his knife and fork, and happily nibbled on the mischievous little prey again and again, until the little prey no longer had the strength to even crawl, only able to beg for mercy in a small voice with a pair of misty black eyes. Only then did he finally withdraw his dripping fangs from the prey's body.

......

For a full half month after the coming-of-age ceremony of the Holy Son of Light, voices discussing his contracted knight could still be heard from time to time on the streets of Syphir.

As for the imprisoned Pope, he seemed to have disappeared without a trace, with no news coming for a long time, and the public announcement from the Delan royal family continued to claim that the investigation was still ongoing.

Although he was very happy to see the Pope's downfall and gloat over his misfortune, He Yan also knew clearly that, to be fair, the Pope was actually wronged this time.

The demonic energy was actually brought about by the dark god who intended to compete with the Goddess of Light for the faith of the Delan continent, and had nothing to do with the Pope.

However, unfortunately, when the Pope frequently used magic crystals extracted from the demon beasts to refine "Blessing of Eros" in order to transform the body of the Holy Son of Light, he left some traces behind.

Ambrose was deep-minded and had many means. Once he got his hands on these traces, even the Pope could not handle it.

In the original trajectory, it was after he discovered the truth of Cecil's death that he became suspicious of the Pope. Later, relying on the keen talent of being a blood elf, he found a very subtle trace of residual demonic energy on the Pope's body. Using this point, he quietly used magic crystals to trigger that imperceptible trace at a celebration, creating the "illusion" that the Pope was connected with demonic energy in front of everyone.

Now, although it was much earlier, perhaps it was the pull of destiny's trajectory in the dark. In the end, the Pope's scandal was still exposed in the same way, and he was dragged down from the altar.

Another half month passed. After the public's attention to the Church of Light had diminished a lot, the Delan royal family finally gave the final investigation results:

The Pope's divine power had declined, giving the cunning demonic energy a chance to take advantage. Now, after the efforts of the bishops to purify him, the demonic energy in his body had been completely expelled. The Pope himself was completely unaware of this matter before, and now felt very guilty.

Because of the decline in divine power, he would devote himself to recuperation and had no strength to manage the affairs of the church. Therefore, the affairs of the central church would be temporarily managed by the Holy Son of Light until the new Pope took office.

The subtext was clear to everyone. Although the Pope retained his final reputation and dignity, he lost almost everything except that.

In this game, with the joint efforts of the Holy Knights and the Delan royal family, the Pope had lost thoroughly and cleanly.

Although on the surface it seemed that the Holy Son of Light was the biggest winner, anyone with a little brain could see that the beneficiary of this matter was first the Commander of the Holy Knights, followed by the Delan royal family, and finally this Holy Son of Light.

A fanatical believer who knew nothing about power and was indifferent to everything except faith, what other possibility could there be besides being used as a pawn?

And now it seemed quite reasonable for the Commander of the Holy Knights to form a contract with the Holy Son of Light.

If nothing else, judging from the final result given by the Delan royal family, it was very likely that this easily manipulated Holy Son of Light would become the next Pope. The purpose of the Commander of the Holy Knights forming a contract with him was nothing more than to control the Church of Light through him.

— The contract only stipulated that the two parties to the contract were not allowed to betray each other, but there was no mandatory restriction that the knight could not seize power from his allegiance.

That was why the King of Delan was so calm about the "accident" that happened to the Holy Son of Light. Obviously, he had reached some unspeakable agreement with the Commander of the Holy Knights in advance, and the two had temporarily completed a harmonious distribution of interests.

As for that noble Holy Son of Light, in his eyes, he was undoubtedly just a harmless puppet.

After the result of the Pope's matter came out, the central church was in chaos again for a while. The Cardinals tried to put pressure on the Delan royal family to hand over the power to manage the central church to the church council instead of the Holy Son alone.

However, since half of the central church was now controlled by the Holy Knights, this protest was finally rejected without any suspense.