Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 629 - 214: The Saintess’ Chant, the Rebirth of the Succubus Queen, the Unrest in the Pope Country (10.2K)_4

"Even the most intrigue-loving Priest of the Black Sun wouldn't idly do such a thing on the Holy Mountain.

If it wasn't you, who else could do such a thing but the high ranks of the other churches?"

Father's expression softened into a relieved smile,

"Letting you travel across the vast lands over these years was indeed the best choice I've made in my life.

My daughter, the darkness within the hearts of the wise can sometimes be worse than that of demons.

Do you remember what you said when I first met you in those days?"

I lowered my head, three hundred years of memories rushed back, finally freezing at that night engulfed in flames, when he cried bitterly.

"If, after witnessing endless pain, you still believe you are just, then…"

I murmured.

"Then it means we have truly done wrong, child. When that time comes, rise up and seek just revenge against us!

My daughter, if you are, would you choose, in such a situation, to continue adhering to the order of the Pope Country you swore to uphold, turning a blind eye to that girl...

Or would you betray your oath, pick up your cross, and charge forward, shouting 'God, please forgive me!'"

The Pope's voice floated like it came from Hell, but I showed a relieved smile,

"Is there a need to ask?"

"This matter is deeply entangled with Hui Hui, now many churches have solemnly declared, demanding her immediate purification."

"There is no other possibility?"

"They wouldn't dare to move against a Saintess who fought for over three hundred years, but they can act against a child you cannot protect. That's the kind of thing those rats would orchestrate,"

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"Because I threatened them?"

The Pope nodded, "Because you threatened them. The world calls you the Saintess of the Holy Briania, but aside from the Dawn Lord Church, some people are unwilling to acknowledge it.

We don't care about this, but they do. The power they hold is not something they would easily let go of."

"Even if it means betraying justice?"

"No, as long as they can hold onto their power, some people never hesitate to use the greatest malice against others. The once pure Holy Mountain has already changed.

The bravest have mostly fallen on the path to eliminating demons. Those left behind always harbor some impure thoughts.

Constant concession won't earn their gratitude; it's better to start with me and purge this no longer pure Holy Mountain!"

...

Back home again, I didn't see Hui Hui anymore.

Finally, I let out a long sigh and softly said, "Rest assured, Hui Hui... I will soon join you. I have already seen Hell."

The next day, the Holy Fire blazed vigorously, and Hui Hui wailed in anguish within the flames.

I felt my heart burn to death along with hers.

But it wasn't time to act yet.

This was all part of the plan.

When the flames extinguished, I came to Hui Hui's body and gently stroked her beautiful hair.

The Holy Flame hadn't burned her body, merely taken something from it.

When my domain covered the entire Holy Mountain, I faintly saw again the voice that had given me a can of yellow peach in my dreams.

He stood before me, his face indistinct, but the only thing visible was those deep, shimmering crimson eyes.

His lips moved slightly, softly saying to me, "The one who killed your father was a 'god.' Remember this term; it's the monster that brings apocalypse and took your father's life."

"A m~onster?" Yufimia subconsciously said.

The figure was blurry, but the coldness in the voice felt like ice springwater,

"Yes, a monster. They like to occupy the minds of the faint-hearted, leaving them thinking of nothing else but to grovel to them for favor.

Sometimes they play with their prey like a sated cat with a mouse, giving it hope, then slowly taking its life away."

Yufimia opened her mouth, her voice hoarse, "Is the world of the divine so cruel?"

"The addiction to Divine Power is too strong, the chosen ones lose their sense of pain, indulge in it, and become the playthings of the gods resurrecting from their bodies, at their mercy.