073: The Fourth Suitor
"What's wrong with you?"
The boy took a step back in surprise, feeling a little scared as he looked at Lucy's burning gaze.
“It’s nothing.” Lucy’s voice was hoarse as he stepped forward and gently stroked the boy’s face.
He murmured softly, "Your Highness, have you ever heard of the pleasures of fish and water?"
Hot breath sprayed on my ears, bringing with it boundless heat.
The boy felt a tingling sensation down his spine, and his legs almost gave way.
Lucy's voice was gentle, even at a moment like this.
He was always gentle and polite.
His tone was like a gentle breeze in the mountains, lightly caressing my ear.
"Your Mightiness."
But Huaiyan understood the meaning behind Lu Xi's words, and subtly took a step back to distance herself from him.
The boy's ears turned red, and he seemed a little flustered.
This is the second leader to express this ambiguous meaning to him.
If the previous wolf-like appearance was an accident, it could be understood as the instinct of animals going into heat.
What about Lucy?
Moreover... Lucy looked particularly serious, even his expression was gentle and sunny.
How could you have thought of something like this?
Is it a coincidence? If it was an accident, what caused it?
"I'm...I'm sorry..." The boy lowered his eyes, looking particularly vulnerable. "I..."
He is the Holy Son, whose purpose is to protect the peace and security of the continent of Seer.
The Holy Son cannot do such a thing.
“Your Holiness the Holy Son.” Lucie, however, possessed the ability to see into people’s hearts.
As if sensing the boy's hesitation, her expression softened even more.
"Why not give it a try?" Lucy smiled, stroking the boy's waist. "You'll like it."
No one would dislike something like this.
Even His Majesty the Holy Son is not immune to this.
"No, thank you..." Huaiyan still politely declined, her voice soft and gentle.
I recall the Father's touch and intrusion in the temple this morning.
His body still felt weak and trembled.
If God the Father finds out that His Son is having an affair with someone else, God the Father will be angry.
The body of the Son of God must be clean and pure.
To gain the Father's love and become His most faithful believer, one must obediently follow His orders.
So Huaiyan took a deep breath and mustered his courage to say, "Your Excellency, my duty is to protect your safety."
“So,” the boy said softly but firmly, “you should ask someone else for this kind of thing.”
The boy had a feeling.
The Father is omnipresent; perhaps right now, he is watching his actions from somewhere.
Thinking of this, Huaiyan became even more apprehensive, fearing that he had angered the Father God.
"Why?" Lucy looked injured, and her gentle expression turned gloomy.
He asked sullenly, "Your Highness, do you dislike me?"
After saying this, Lucy's eyes reddened slightly, and it seemed as if tears were about to flow from the corners of her eyes.
It seems like I'm so heartbroken that I can't be happy anymore.
"No, no." The boy stammered when he got nervous, his words faltering. "I don't dislike you."
The Son of God has always been loving and equal.
He doesn't openly show his liking or disliking.
After all, the duty of the Holy Son is to help his people unconditionally.
So when the boy saw Lucy's sad appearance, he panicked.
Perhaps he shouldn't have rejected her so completely; at the very least, he should have given Lucy a way out.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Lucy pressed on, going a step further: "Since you don't dislike it, why not give it a try?"
Huaiyan: "...?"
We've fallen for their trap?
The boy's eyes widened instantly, and he kept backing away, stammering an explanation.
"No means no." The boy tried hard to find the right words.
But in the end, after racking his brains, he could only change the subject, anxiously saying, "I... I have to go..."
Lucy was taken aback, seemingly not expecting the boy to be so direct.
The young man's eyebrows drooped in disappointment, his eyes brimming with tears: "Your Excellency, are you leaving already?"
Huai Yan was somewhat at a loss.
This was the first time he had encountered someone who, despite appearing to be in a weaker position, always held the initiative.
Lucy's words sounded like she was about to give up and was heartbroken.
But his actions conveyed the exact opposite meaning.
The young man clung tightly to Huai Yan's clothes, pleading with a hidden barb.
However, Huaiyan no longer needed to find any reasons.
Because the next second, the door to Lucifer's bedroom was suddenly pushed open.
"Your Excellency, Holy Son!"
The guard, drenched in sweat, hurried to the young man's side and asked, "Are you alright?!"
Huaiyan breathed a sigh of relief, then asked inexplicably, "It's nothing, what's wrong?"
After questioning the guard, Huaiyan turned her gaze to Xiuyi.
However, they discovered that Xiu Yi's expression was exactly the same as the guard's, and the two of them were unusually not at odds.
Looking at the serious expressions of the two men, and the girl's helpless yet slightly guilty expression, I could tell that...
Huaiyan guessed that something must have happened.
"Your Excellency, Holy Son," Xiu Yi asked in a calm voice, "did you hear us calling you from outside the door just now?"
"What?" The boy's surprised expression seemed genuine.
It should be noted that during the time he stayed in Lucifer's bedchamber, he did not hear any noise.
Even the slightest knock on the door.
Not at all.
After the boy gave Xiuyi a negative answer, Xiuyi immediately turned his attention to Lucy.
"Your Excellency," Xiu Yi said with an unfriendly expression, shielding the boy behind him and questioning, "Why did you do this?"
The guard responded to Xiu Yi's words, his right hand already gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to strike.
"How dare you!" The girl, who had been silent all along, suddenly shouted, her voice cold, "Disrespect for the leader is forbidden!"
The girl had a very strong presence; if it were anyone else, they would probably have been intimidated.
But Xiuyi's voice was even colder.
"Do you know who's standing in front of you?"
Xiuyi glanced at the girl and said, word by word, "If something happens to His Highness the Holy Son, even if your leader has a hundred heads, it won't be enough to chop them off."
"You..." The girl was furious, but she immediately calmed down when she saw Huai Yan.
Throughout the entire continent of Seer, no one dared to disrespect His Highness the Holy Son.
"Feel sorry."
Unexpectedly, Lucy apologized first, and his attitude was sincere. "I was just discussing something very important with His Highness the Holy Son, so I opened the shield."
This is why people outside can't hear what's inside.
Those inside are also unaware of what is happening outside.
Upon hearing this, Xiuyi knew not to say anything more.
Lucy was, after all, a tribal leader, and most importantly, His Highness the Holy Son was unharmed.
“Now that your spiritual power has been restored,” Xiuyi said sarcastically, “we’ll be leaving now.”
Before Huaiyan could react, she was instantly pulled away.
Lucy did not stop him.
Or rather, there wasn't enough time to stop it.
“Your Highness,” the guard said, frowning, “next time you must check carefully before going in.”
The boy is so innocent; despite possessing powerful magic, he cannot use it to attack others.
If I really encounter a psychopath, I don't know if I can protect myself.
“I know,” the boy said gently. “Everyone, don’t worry.”
Surprisingly, after he finished speaking, Xiuyi did not reply, but simply followed the carriage quietly.
The great mage's face was grim at this moment.
After dealing with the Spirit Clan's affairs, it was already late at night.
The carriage is now heading back to the palace.
“That’s strange,” 073 asked. “Did you do something that I don’t know about?”
Huai Yan, of course, did nothing; in fact, he seemed quite bewildered.
Lucy's favorability rating, just like Wolf Green's, is rising rapidly.
The characters in this world are surprisingly easy to conquer.
"I also find it strange." The boy nodded, still shaken, and said, "Why are they all..."
“That’s normal,” 073 reassured him. “The Messiah himself possesses a powerful charisma.”
However, the arrival of Huai inkstones greatly enhanced this intangible charm.
At this point, the boy finally stopped thinking nonsense and sat down obediently.
Fortunately, Lucy didn't do anything to him.
Even now, Huaiyan still finds it hard to believe.
Lucy, the Eldar leader, is such a powerful and upright character.
None of them could resist this attraction.
Not to mention others.
No wonder the guards and Xiu Yi looked at him with desire in their eyes.
When the three arrived at the palace, the sun had already completely set.
The guards and the healer escorted the boy to his bedchamber.
Xiuyi seemed to calm down only after the guards left.
"Your Excellency, Holy Son," he called out to the boy, his voice sullen.
"What's wrong?" The boy blinked, not noticing Xiuyi's dejection.
The moon rose above the treetops, and its cool, clear light spilled around us.
The cool white light made the boy's soft, fair skin appear even more translucent.
It's like a piece of undiscovered jade.
Xiuyi softened his tone and questioned, "Why didn't you resist when you were with the Spirit Clan?"
When he broke into the Eldar leader's bedroom.
Lucie's hand was already on the Holy Son's waist.
Why don't you resist?
Or is it that Your Highness, the Holy Son, actually prefers Lucie a little more?
Hugh Wing spent the entire afternoon feeling uneasy about this.
"He didn't hurt me." The boy chuckled softly, thinking that Xiu Yi was angry with him and didn't know how to fight back.
He explained, "If he really does something, I will fight back."
"Really?" Xiu Yi looked up and moved closer to the boy.
The great magician's navy blue cloak turned an unusual color under the moonlight.
His Majesty the Holy Son must never be defiled.
As if bewitched, Xiuyi's mind was filled with this sentence.
Huaiyan swallowed hard and asked anxiously, "Xiuyi, what's wrong?"
The boy's concerned voice, with its soft and gentle tone, instantly brought Xiuyi back to his senses.
"nothing."
The great mage Xiu Yi regained his usual calm and composure and said, "Your Highness, please rest early."
The boy tilted his head, didn't think much of it, and closed the door to the bedroom.
However, silence had just returned to the surroundings.
Huaiyan's ankle was gently wrapped around something soft.
A sticky, ambiguous sound echoed in the bedchamber.
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