Chapter 66 Chapter 66 is dirty.
He looked at her with an indecipherable expression. "As far as I know, there's no meeting he's required to attend right now."
Su Cheng hesitated for a moment.
Last time, Zhan En helped her break the curse, and the reason he used was the residual power of the Grand Inquisitor. What should he say this time?
By the way, maybe we can lie and say it was the influence of that monster?
Su Cheng had several thoughts in his mind, and thought of those high-end clubs in the imperial capital, but it seemed a bit strange to rush into a place of entertainment when he first arrived.
After all, most of those well-informed bigwigs already know her identity as a person favored by God.
If she didn't have this layer, she could boldly act like a lustful person.
If I do this kind of thing now, it might lead to other people making wild guesses, and it would be even more troublesome if curse marks were found in those places.
Su Cheng couldn't help but feel a headache and was in a dilemma for a moment.
"……but."
The blond young man in front of her suddenly pressed her shoulders.
"The cleansing isn't over yet."
Su Cheng was about to try to find Zhan En, but was suddenly held down by him again.
Warm fingertips traced the back of her neck, then traced the outline of her spine.
She paused, and suddenly felt fortunate that she was wearing dark clothes this time. Even though the fabric was not thick, it could still hide the pattern on her back.
Su Cheng looked back blankly, "...I thought it was healed?"
Ian didn't answer immediately. His fingertips moved down her spine. Every time he passed a vertebra, it was as if a new stream of heat was injected into her body.
That feeling of happiness and relaxation returned.
Su Cheng only felt that his consciousness began to float, like a piece of snow flowing in hot spring water, being melted by the warm current.
The burning sensation on the back was also covered by waves of heat, rising and spreading in the spine, and rushing to every limb and bone.
Her tense muscles and bones relaxed, and light golden lines appeared on her arms.
It looks like a blossoming branch, or a long, glowing river.
The power of light ripples and fills within it, forming visible tracks in the constant flickering flow, washing away the dark mud.
She was so happy that she almost fell asleep.
For a moment, I just wanted to immerse myself in this world forever——
Su Cheng closed his eyes drowsily, and the pain of the curse mark became weaker and weaker.
...That's good too.
She thought that she would not die anyway, and as long as the pain went away, she did not need to find anyone to deal with it.
Before he knew it, Su Cheng had turned around and slowly fell forward.
His forehead rested against the broad, hard chest.
Hidden under the crisp uniform, the man's muscles are stronger than they appear, and the power contained in his body can be felt even through the fabric.
Something warm and dry surrounded her.
She thought of the lingering golden warmth of the wheat fields in autumn and the chilly vapor rising from the first melting of the winter snow.
What could be more ancient—the cooling incense ashes on the bronze altar, or the sandalwood of the temple soaked in thousands of years of sunlight, which seemed to seep into the bones the moment they were touched.
Su Cheng wasn't sure what kind of spice it was, but it smelled very pleasant.
She couldn't help but sniff.
Suddenly, the man above my head seemed to smile.
The body temperature, which had been rising, was showing a slight downward trend.
Su Cheng coughed lightly, "...Is it over now?"
Ian glanced at her and said, "Almost."
Very good.
Su Cheng thought to himself that this meant it could last a little longer.
Camus had previously said that the power of light is different because humans have a high affinity for light attributes.
perhaps--
If they continue this purification, can the curse that has already broken out be suppressed?
However, the situation of the mark did not change significantly.
It maintains a state of being about to break out, yet also being alleviated and receding.
Su Cheng couldn't help feeling a little anxious. Seeing that the purification seemed to be over, he gritted his teeth and grabbed his wrist.
She clutched her gold-trimmed sleeves, sweat oozing from her palms.
"What?" Ian looked down at her, "Don't you want to continue?"
Su Cheng was stunned.
She didn't push anymore.
After raising his hand, he slowly moved it down, the heat lingering on the fabric and penetrating into the skin.
Then he slowly covered her lower abdomen, sliding his palm along the tight muscles, almost covering her slender waist.
Golden light was wrapped around the slender and beautiful fingers, and a warm current spread across the body surface and penetrated into the blood vessels, baking the internal organs and flesh.
Su Cheng couldn't help but hum in comfort, and then couldn't help but arch his waist to stick close to him.
Ian paused, then suddenly grabbed her waist and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
He pinched her shoulder with his other hand and looked down at the girl's dilated pupils and the sweat oozing from her forehead.
"As far as I know, this level of purification wouldn't cause the current symptoms. Have you been affected by any other power?"
"...Yes," Su Cheng gritted his teeth, "I once met one. Well, that was my personal matter, but it was also an unprovoked disaster. Anyway, that person's power had some kind of aphrodisiac effect."
She continued to blame the Grand Inquisitor, "Even though it has eased, it still seems to affect me from time to time."
The blond young man looked at her thoughtfully, "How can I relieve this?"
Su Cheng's eyes were dead, "What do you think?"
"I can think of a number of scenarios," he said, raising his eyebrows slightly, "depending on what you want."
“…I usually choose the one that’s easiest to achieve based on the current situation.”
Su Cheng said expressionlessly, "Of course, the premise is that you can do it. If you don't, it won't be easy-"
Before she finished speaking, the layered skirt was blown up by the wind.
The piled silk piled up like a stream of water, resting on the man's strong and powerful wrists.
Su Cheng opened his eyes wide in shock.
Su Cheng: “?”
Isn't he too much of a man of action? "I can't say I've had a lot of experience—"
The blond youth said calmly, "Or any experience at all."
Su Cheng: “…………”
Just say you won’t get it.
He paused. "But I think I know how to do it."
The tender skin was covered with heat, the warm breath of light power rippled, and the golden glow slowly bloomed, illuminating the winding light blue blood vessels.
The secluded garden where the two were seemed to be illuminated by this light.
The warm light wandered among the shadows of the leaves, spread over the edges of the petals, slid over the hanging vines, and swayed in the moist soil.
Dewdrops linger on the drooping stamens.
The golden glow of the power of light illuminated the courtyard, like the scorching sun of summer, burning the trembling petals inch by inch. The separated petals were illuminated transparently, and the veins were clearly visible. As the light curled and stretched, the vines seemed to be entwined tighter, and the leaves rustled in the wind.
Su Cheng looked up and saw birds resting on the eaves. They flapped their wings and landed beside the pond, but were startled by a sound coming from afar.
A feather fell into the center of the lake, and each touch was so gentle that ripples were created in the sound of the water.
Then it slid into the vortex that was bored into the lake. The mist that seeped out wetted the feathers, and crystal droplets squeezed out of the down.
“…Is that so?”
Ian looked down at her, watching the girl being purified by magic and gradually revealing an expression of enjoyment in the power of light.
"Well, continue to relax."
He spoke calmly, his words carrying a strange soothing power that made people unable to help but relax.
Su Cheng raised his head slightly, leaned his back against the stone pillar in the corridor, and pressed his shoulder blades against the climbing vines.
The round thorns on it penetrated into the skin and flesh.
Because there are no sharp spikes, it will not cut the skin, but it is still inevitable to feel like being opened.
It gently penetrated into the moist flesh, and every time it went deeper, it caused a slight tremor.
Su Cheng grabbed the vine at hand.
Green vines encircle the stone pillars, and roses are stained with morning dew.
She lost her balance and fell to the side. The petals were broken by the collision of her shoulders, the receptacle was squeezed and constricted, the filaments trembled and stretched slightly, and the morning dew that seeped out wet her bare arms.
She looked up and saw the sun was shining brightly in the sky.
Sweet fragrance floats in the corridor of the courtyard, and the fragrant aroma fills the whole garden with the wind. In the quiet corner of the temple, flowers continue to bloom quietly.
The blond young man lowered his eyes slightly, and specks of light filtered through his deep pupils.
His expression seemed calm yet focused, and the usual lingering coldness and reserve was now somewhat less pronounced. He just stared at her seriously.
As if he didn't want to miss any subtle reaction on her face.
Su Cheng looked at him.
Bathed in the sunlight, that overly handsome face seemed even more illusory and even sacred.
She even gained a certain spiritual peace from it.
Of course, it's only spiritual.
The purification process continues.
She was still enveloped by the power of light. That pure and resolute power was like a stream warmed by the sun, gurgling into the valley of her blood, breaking through the mud and silt corrupted by the evil god.
It was not a surging and exciting magic, but a gentle, majestic and pervasive powerful force like dew that moistened everything.
The tingling sensation rising in the body is amplified and deepened.
She pulled hard on the rose vine with her fingers, and the broken petals slipped through her fingers and floated in the air.
Su Cheng lowered his head, and through the skin of his arms, he seemed to see thousands of golden rays of light.
They flow tirelessly in the blood vessels, and countless tiny points of light shine brightly, like clusters of ignited fires.
Then it flickers and flows as the fingers flex and extend.
The flames flickered in a certain rhythm, sometimes gently like the flapping of butterfly wings, sometimes with a little more force, squeezing the flesh and blood in the bones, coaxing it to bloom fully.
Su Cheng felt that his magic power was also awakened.
The wind elves laughed in their ears, and countless tiny smoky green air currents rolled in the air, with the figures of fire elves and thunder elves shuttling through them.
Like some kind of resonance.
She felt like a plant that had been dry for a long time and finally received a rain, greedily absorbing the nourishment.
The pleasure of purification by the power of light, interwoven with the sense of fullness of magic, creates an unprecedented and addictive experience.
The senses are infinitely magnified.
She could clearly feel every flicker of the flame.
The outlines of the joints, the stretching of the flesh, everything became clearer.
The warm current of light flows in the body and gathers into a vast ocean. Every surge creates huge waves, lifting people up high and then slowly letting them fall down.
Shining golden threads spread from the chest to the periphery. Through the open collar, one can see a ball of light condensed at the heart, like the crown of a lush plant.
The power of light is like countless swimming fish, playing and shuttling deep in the blood, igniting clusters of bright flames.
As an elemental mage, she could feel that her own magic was responding happily, intertwining and dancing with the power injected by the other party, forming a closer and deeper connection.
Perhaps it is the so-called natural affinity of humans for light.
——During the purification process of the sacred art, she only felt that her energy and blood became more abundant, and endless power surged from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if she could shatter the entire sky with one punch.
She felt like she was climbing to the top of a mountain. The view became wider and wider, and the air became thinner and thinner, but she did not feel suffocated at all.
An extreme, indescribable sense of satisfaction is sweeping over the whole body, washing over every inch of skin, every cell, and reaching the depths of the soul.
Su Cheng: “…”
This is outrageous.
No wonder the Church has so many believers! No wonder the God of Light has so many loyal followers!
Once you’ve experienced it, who wouldn’t want to do it again?
This feeling is so magical. It is not just physical relaxation, but nourishment from the inside out. All the fatigue and consumption accumulated in the past period of time have completely disappeared at this moment.
She was almost fainting with joy.
Although if you think about it, this isn't the first time someone has used divine magic on me.
But the last time he knocked the Grand Inquisitor away with a hammer, Jan simply healed her immediately, allowing her to avoid all kinds of injuries caused by overdraft and still be able to jump around and do other things.
Perhaps it was because if he didn't do so, the consequences would be worse, or perhaps it was because he was healing muscles and bones, not purifying the pollution of dark forces -
The two are still different.
So she felt ridiculously good now and even wanted to do it again.
The golden glow of the power of light gradually dimmed.
The lingering sound was absorbed by the flesh and blood, slowly receding like the tide.
The magic power was still fermenting in the body, bringing waves of subtle tremors.
She exhaled and leaned softly against the pillar, sweat running down her face until the coolness of the stone gradually brought her back to her senses.
"Feel sorry--"
Su Cheng wiped the water droplets hanging from his eyes and said, "Your sleeves are stained."
The blond young man still looked calm, "It's okay."
The hem of the skirt passed through his sleeves and fell down again, covering the girl's slender white legs with smooth skin.
He raised his hand and summoned a small ball of water, calmly washing away the slight amount of dust.
Then help her adjust her skirt.
Su Cheng looked at him silently.
The man leaned over, almost half-kneeling, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the satin and tightened the loose laces.
His slender fingers shuttled through the expensive fabric, applying slight force when pulling the knot, and his finger bones raised beautiful lines.
Then he straightened up and fastened a few buttons for her.
Both of them immediately regained their neat and tidy appearance.
Even if someone came to the garden, they would just think they were having a normal conversation, and at most they would think that one of them was a little hot and sweating.
"So, have I helped you?" Ian asked calmly, "Or do I need to go further?"
Su Cheng felt it carefully and found that the heat from the brand had completely disappeared and did not reappear after a while.
"Is it okay?"
She said with some surprise.
This guy only needs to use his hands?
Is this the magical power of light?
Several thoughts flashed through Su Cheng's mind, and at the same time he was constantly sensing the state of the curse to make sure it had truly subsided.
"Anyway, thank you," she said sincerely. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
Ian looked at her quietly for a few seconds, "Maybe there will be, but not right now."
Su Cheng nodded, "Then I'll owe it to you for now. If that day comes, I will do my best to do it."
She would never say anything definitive, but she meant it.
However, thinking about what had just happened, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and couldn't help cursing this broken curse a hundred times in his heart.
After a brief silence.
Ian suddenly asked, "...Are you unhappy?"
Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then realized that he might not have controlled his expression well, "Well, maybe a little bit, I thought-"
"?"
Su Cheng hesitated for a few seconds.
"Well," she said desperately, "when you said you liked my answer, if that was true, I thought maybe we could get along."
This was the first stranger she met in this world who wanted to strike up a conversation with her.
The so-called chatting up means naturally wanting to get to know someone.
As for what will happen after you get to know each other, that depends on whether you can get along well.
If you don't agree on anything, forget it. But if you can still find common ground, then consider further contact.
Maybe you can hang out together, spend time together, and develop into a romantic relationship in the process.
The prerequisite is that you have similar temperaments, similar ideas, similar perspectives on things, etc.
She would never force herself to be with someone she can't get along with just because the other person is beautiful.
Especially in this world.
"But now," Su Cheng sighed, "we jumped directly to this step, and it seems that a lot of processes in between were omitted, such as dating and so on."
"I see," Ian nodded in understanding. "According to your plan, before we move to this step, should we do something else?"
"Well," Su Cheng crossed his arms, "but don't make it sound like we're bound to get to this point. After all, we might break up before that."
Besides, she only had a vague idea and didn't have to put it into action. She was still very busy.
Ian chuckled softly, "Indeed."
Although he was agreed, in a sense, Su Cheng seemed to be even more unhappy.
She couldn't help but cross her arms, "...So you feel the same way?"
"I don't know," Ian answered honestly. "I've had people express their emotions in all sorts of ways. Some were pure, some were complex and mixed with desire, and some were very intense and extreme. But no matter what, I find that there are always some things that I disagree with those people about."
Su Cheng couldn't help but look sideways.
It is normal for someone who is good-looking and capable to have a group of suitors.
She herself has had many similar experiences, and she is probably not as beautiful as the other person.
But it sounds like—
He seemed to have met a lot of strange people.
On second thought, he actually said that he had no experience. Was he too picky or did he simply not have that idea?
Disagreement?
Considering the environment of the Holy See, there must be all kinds of outstanding people around him. Not to mention their looks and strength, there must be many knowledgeable people.
Has he never met anyone he can talk to?
Su Cheng doesn't think he is bad, but he also doesn't think he is better than those people.
Although it is often said that feelings are not about strength.
But it doesn't seem like he fell in love with her at first sight.
Su Cheng: "...So you really are just talking about the so-called disagreement. Do you think it wouldn't be like this between us? Don't we also have verbal battles? In the end, I'm just an ordinary person."
Ian remained noncommittal. "At least at this stage, we're off to a good start. Who wouldn't be?"
Su Cheng raised an eyebrow. "I thought you, well, you don't look like the type to have this kind of self-awareness."
"Oh? What do I look like?"
"...think you're not vulgar and are very clear-headed? Maybe you even look down on other vulgar people?"
"Really?" He laughed. "I've never thought about it that way. I know very well that I have many shortcomings, and I'm also very vulgar. Otherwise, I wouldn't be like this now."
Su Cheng was speechless.
"Okay," she thought for a moment, "since we're all ordinary people, I think maybe I should separate that matter out and not give it any more meaning. After all, you're helping, so it's essentially the same as teaching me mental exercises, right?"
The blond mused, "That makes sense. So we should start again with the date?"
Su Cheng: “?”
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