Chapter 59: The Saint Child’s Captivity

“Lord Saint Child… you’re not still thinking of yourself as that arrogant Demon King, are you?”

Zilan removed the hairpin from Joey’s hand.

Then, straddling the shota boy, she slowly smoothed her own long hair.

The mature beauty held the hairpin between her lips.

As she gathered her hair behind her head with both hands, she naturally displayed the full, voluptuous curves of her mature figure.

Finally, Zilan slid the hairpin into her hair, gently shook her head to make sure it was securely in place, then looked at Joey and said:

“Lord Saint Child, please remember your position properly. Seven days from now the Pope will come to inspect your body, so please maintain the quality of your bodily fluids these next few days.”

Zilan narrowed her eyes at the boy and continued:

“That’s all for now. Rest well. I’ll have someone bring your meals at the proper times.”

Every sentence Zilan spoke was perfectly polite, yet her expression was filled with amusement.

With that, she locked Joey inside the room and left.

A gentle smile hung on Zilan’s face as she walked out of Joey’s room…

Damn Demon King…

You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment…

Zilan’s smile was utterly satisfied.

She walked lightly toward the outside of the Holy See’s main building.

About five years earlier, when Zilan was still a local bishop, she had participated in the Holy War between the Entia Kingdom and the Nation of Chun’ai.

Though it was called a Holy War, it was really just an excuse for the kings to weaken the Church’s growing power while seizing each other’s territory…

When the war reached the border of the Demon World…

A sudden swarm of skeleton undead and demons appeared, frightening the trespassing warriors into retreat.

One of Zilan’s subordinates went missing during the chaos, so she followed the clues deep into the forest to search for the missing Church member…

Until she saw a woman in a purple cloak gleefully mutilating her subordinate while laughing maniacally.

Zilan could no longer hold back…

She launched a magical sneak attack on the woman…

But when the woman turned around…

Zilan froze.

It was her own younger sister, Zixuan.

One side of her face had turned into a skull from Zilan’s attack and was slowly regenerating…

“Zixuan…”

Zixuan also recognized her older sister.

A flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

She was about to leave when Zilan called out…

“Zixuan! Come back with me…”

“Back?”

Zixuan gave Zilan a cold glance and said:

“Back so you can keep me in a vegetative state forever? I’m doing just fine without you…”

With that…

Zixuan turned and left…

From that moment on, Zilan swore that if she ever got the chance, she would torment this Joey until he was no longer recognizable as a person.

And this Labyrinth Exam had finally given her that opportunity…

Only…

Wasn’t this Demon King a little too calm?

He was on the verge of becoming a public plaything, yet he still maintained that composed attitude, only occasionally throwing her sullen looks…

Could it be…

That Joey still had some kind of plan?

“…”

After Zilan left, Joey remained dazed for a moment…

Then the little shota curled himself into a ball like a frightened white rabbit…

Holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap!!!

How did things turn out like this!!!

I…

I’m supposed to be the villain who toys with all living beings!!!

A mere archbishop…

A mere archbishop from some tiny country!!!

What gives her the right to enslave meeeee!!!

Damn Zilan! Damn Zilan!!!

If I ever get the chance, I’ll blast her into ashes!

Joey’s inner rage certainly sounded intense…

But in reality he just rolled around on the bed for a bit like a little rabbit that stubbed its toe…

“…”

Joey suddenly stopped moving, still curled up like a ball.

Huh?

This bed is really soft…

The boy rolled around a little more…

And then…

He fell asleep…

The severe deficit of magic power made exhaustion hit him quickly.

When he woke up again, Zilan was knocking on his door.

“Lord Saint Child, it’s time to eat.”

Zilan entered wearing a nightgown, carrying a tray of lavish food.

“Mmm…”

Joey sat up on the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Zilan and asked:

“What time is it? Why are you already in a nightgown?”

Joey’s calm reaction surprised Zilan.

She placed the food on the nearby table, raised an eyebrow and said:

“It’s only because Lord Saint Child slept so long…”

“It’s already nine o’clock at night.”

“It’s that late already…” Joey nodded drowsily. “Yawn… By the way, you’re an archbishop—do you really have to personally serve me tea and meals…”

Zilan pushed up her round glasses and said:

“Hmph. I don’t trust anyone else. I won’t let others be seduced by you the way my sister was.”

Joey pursed his lips and replied:

“‘Seduced’ sounds so ugly. I was just saving her… in the Demon King’s way, that’s all.”

“What else was I supposed to do? Leave her in a vegetative state for life like you did?”

“…”

Zilan’s face darkened instantly as she looked at Joey.

“Joey, I wouldn’t try to provoke the person who holds your fate in her hands…”

“Hm?”

Noticing Zilan’s reaction, Joey thought of something interesting.

He crawled to the edge of the bed, tilted his head and asked:

“Hey? Are you angry?”

“Heh heh…”

“Where is this person who supposedly holds my fate? Is it you? Archbishop Zilan~”

“Doesn’t seem like it, does it? Because earlier you said the Pope will come to inspect my body in seven days…”

The boy narrowed his eyes at Zilan and continued:

“If something happens to my body during this time, I’m afraid Archbishop Zilan would bear quite the responsibility…”

Having lived among the human race for so long, Joey was quite familiar with many aspects of their culture.

Although the position of Saint Child was lowly, it still ranked above an archbishop—positioned between archbishop and Pope, subject only to the Pope’s orders.

So Joey knew that no matter how much he misbehaved, this Zilan couldn’t actually stop him.

A cunning glint flashed through Joey’s large eyes as he looked provocatively at Zilan.

Zilan smiled at the boy who had crawled right up to her, then raised a finger and channeled magic…

Buzz!!!

The instant Zilan activated her spell, a strange signal surged through Joey’s brain…

Then…

“Nngh!!!”

The boy’s heart suddenly raced.

His body flushed red all over.

His strength gave out and he collapsed onto the bed.

“Ha… haa…”

It itched…

It felt as if his heart was being frantically scraped by a barbed tongue…

“You… what did you do to me… haa…”

Joey writhed uncomfortably and said:

“Hot… so… so hot…”

“Lord Saint Child…”

Zilan’s voice was ice-cold.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the flushed boy, and said:

“I forgot to mention…”

“The drug I administered into your body allows any bishop-rank or higher clergy to instantly force a certain pheromone to be released inside you. As for which pheromone… you’ve probably already figured it out…”

“Ha… ha…”

Breathing had become extremely difficult for Joey.

He clutched the corner of the bedsheet tightly.

When Zilan’s hand stroked his cheek…

He unconsciously pressed his own cheek against her palm.

“The purpose is to make Lord Saint Child a little more cooperative during preaching sessions…”

“Yes, by ‘preaching’ I mean exactly what ordinary people call those indecent acts…”

“Lord Saint Child, although I don’t have the authority to claim your first preaching session…”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t use you for my own amusement…”

As she spoke, Zilan grabbed Joey’s hair and slowly pressed his small head downward…