Due to the [Link], Liya had been watching the high-intensity interaction between the old and young through Pika’s perspective.
“They’re sick. They actually want to ride my Holy Light Pikachu… Who else but me could ride Pika’s size?”
Liya lay on Joen’s shoulder, squinting as she enjoyed the perfect breeze.
While watching the drama through Pika’s jet-black pearl eyes, she muttered her complaints like an outsider.
But soon, Liya couldn’t laugh anymore.
[‘Wait, what do you mean by “he becomes the Holy Mount pet, and Pika becomes the Holy Knight”?’]
[‘Holy crap… you’re actually serious???’]
[‘The sky is falling! Pupu is riding a person! A perverted human actually wants to be Pupu’s mount!’]
[‘—Doesn’t this scene look familiar?’]
Thinking back to her usual time spent with Joen, Liya suddenly realized: Joen was the first “Pupu Holy Knight Pet”! And she was the first “Human Knight”!
Wen Sen walked around a couple of times with curious Pika on his head, then realized the problem actually started from his side.
Family disgrace, truly a family disgrace—
He seemed to kind of like this feeling.
The cool, moist sensation on his head, letting go of himself, completely abandoning thought, following only instinct to become a mount…
This feeling was unexpectedly nice.
He had been like this since childhood—without strong opinions, his life arranged by his mother and uncle, drifting through life, chatting about romance…
It seemed pretty pathetic.
He always had reasons for self-pity, but he had never encountered any real difficulty that pushed him to the brink.
He wasn’t a good person, nor did he have the ability to be a bad one.
“Maybe being a mount for a magical beast isn’t so bad…”
He muttered quietly.
Turning his head, he saw his uncle Icot staring at him with disgust and contempt.
“Magical beasts do everything they can to gain wisdom and become human, but here you are, wanting to be a mount for a magical beast.”
Icot changed back into his clerical robe with displeasure.
“Alright, come with me.”
Wen Sen put down Pika and trotted after Icot back to the Bishop’s Office.
“Uncle, are we really going to… harm people for treasure? Maybe we should just forget it?”
“Fine, then forget it.”
Icot suddenly said.
Now it was Wen Sen’s turn to be embarrassed.
He couldn’t bring himself to agree, his face flushed red, staring at his uncle, wanting to say something but stopping.
“Can’t bear to part with it? Hah, don’t I know you? Aren’t you just trying to push all the responsibility onto me, your uncle?”
Icot frowned, his gaze dropping, and handed the water cup to Wen Sen with impatience.
“Useless thing, go make me a cup of tea.”
After making the tea, Wen Sen cautiously asked, “So, uncle… what do we do?”
“That young guy leading the three of them should be the strongest among them. First, we need to take him out.”
Icot took a sip of tea and squinted with a smile.
“Do you know? Actually, the Empire Capital is hiding many demons—truly powerful and clever demons.”
“Huh?”
Wen Sen was startled.
“But dealing with them would cost a lot of strength, kill a lot of teams, and cause damage to the Empire Capital.”
Icot sighed.
“Especially the third point—every inch of land in the Empire Capital is precious. If a big battle breaks out, who knows what big-shot figures we’d provoke. No pope can afford that responsibility. So no one is willing to take that loss.”
“So we can use those demons to kill him?” Wen Sen’s eyes lit up.
“Mhm.”
Icot smiled very cheerfully.
“I really wonder what his reaction will be when he thinks he’s just investigating a small Black Magician, but then suddenly the other party turns into a real Chosen Great Demon and punches him to death.”
“What about the rest?” Wen Sen pressed on.
“The Elemental Sprite relies on her master’s Magic Power to maintain her existence. Once the master dies, she naturally dissipates—no concern. That Fei Fei is just a powerless, weak pretty woman. Use the methods you’d use on an ordinary weak woman—threaten her, and she’ll be tamed like a little dog.”
“As for Ailita… she’s more troublesome.”
Icot fell into thought.
“But after all, she’s a decent person, so she must have something she cares about, right? We can consider threats and bribes. If that doesn’t work, we can also quietly and stealthily take her out without a trace.”
“Quietly and stealthily?”
“Yes, quietly and stealthily.”
Meanwhile—
In the kitchen’s small private quarters reserved for the bishop, the “decent person” Ailita was quietly and stealthily stealing food.
This time, she had learned from her last mistake.
For every dish she ate, she scooped a ladle from the slop bucket and poured it back, using Elf Speech to cover it up.
It seemed flawless.
Maybe she had something she cared about in the Titan Lands.
But definitely not in the human world.
“Mmm—”
Ailita’s cheeks were puffed out like a little hamster’s, chewing slowly as she swallowed.
She had zero interest in the boring church morning lessons, so she left a Virtual Afterimage in place and snuck out, wandering around like a street vagrant, searching for delicious food.
After eating her fill, she lay on the head of the tall goddess statue in the church, stroking her bloated belly while using Elf Speech to “check in” on her other teammates and “eat melon and watch the drama.”
First, she checked Lily—
But the image suddenly showed Joen.
And Joen immediately sensed the unusual Magic Power fluctuation behind him, curiously looking toward the direction of the Elf Speech.
Startled, Ailita quickly switched away.
“Phew…”
She let out a dry laugh.
“That scared the elf. That Pupu is glued to Joen again.”
She patted her chest in lingering fear, her emerald eyes shifting.
“Intimate, huh? Sure enough, something definitely happened between Pupu and Joen after I was thrown out that night…”
“As expected of you, you pervert Hero—you even go after Pupu…”
“If that Pupu really is the Demon King Liya… then this is way too fun!”
Just imagining that scene made Ailita feel twisted and excited, savoring it with great interest.
Bored out of her mind, the fun-seeking elf switched the picture to Fei Bi.
At that moment, Fei Bi was in the Charity Hall’s prayer hall, kneeling with other pretty nuns, hands clasped in prayer.
The prayer hall had no windows, so even though it was morning, the light was still dim and hazy, relying on a few pink magic lamps to provide illumination.
A special incense filled the air.
As Fei Bi inhaled it, she felt her head fuzzy, with a strange sense of happiness.
In her view, the furnishings of this prayer hall were also a bit strange.
On the altar, the statues they prayed to included not only the Goddess of Light, but also several sub-goddesses under her: the Goddess of Love, the Goddess of Beauty, the Goddess of Fertility, and the Goddess of Joy.
A mature nun walked among the kneeling pretty girls, chattering nonstop, sharing her own life experience.
“God’s love is equal.”
“God’s love is passionate.”
“So we must also offer the most passionate, equal love to comfort those lost colleagues and believers. Gentleness is a weapon we are born with, and also the mercy the Goddess bestows upon us.”
“Newcomer.”
The nun’s teaching whip suddenly tapped lightly on Fei Bi’s behind.
“You’re praying wrong.”
She warned sternly.
“You should pray to the Goddess of Love to grant you an eternal flame of love, so you can passionately love everything in this world; you should pray to the Goddess of Beauty to take pity on your beauty, so she can carve your most moving years into eternity.”
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