Zilan pushed the door open and looked at Joey, who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Her expression darkened further.
The purple-haired beauty raised her hand, activating the Tattoo on Joey’s chest.
Buzz!
“Ugh…”
Joey began to feel a scorching heat. He snapped his eyes open.
“Ha! Ha!!! You! What are you doing! You bastard… torturing me first thing in the morning!”
Joey threw back the covers.
His face was slightly flushed as he covered his chest and lower abdomen with his hands, glaring at Zilan with a resentful gaze.
Seeing Joey in such a pathetic state caused the coldness in Zilan’s eyes to fade slightly.
As she watched the tormented Joey, a flicker of restlessness flashed through her gaze.
Looking at the section of his waist exposed by his poor sleeping posture, she swallowed hard…
For one moment, she actually wanted to leave some wounds on Joey’s body…
She also wanted to grab Joey by the hair and humiliate him ruthlessly…
Thinking of this, Zilan lifted her leg to take two steps toward Joey…
However, the moment she moved, she saw the large stain on her leg left by the soup from the Dining Hall, and she stopped in her tracks.
“Lord Saint Child…”
Zilan’s expression turned cold once more.
She pinched Joey’s chin and said, “I am merely helping you with your self-discipline… As the Saint Child, you do not have that much time for rest.”
With that, Zilan raised her hand again and channeled Magic, causing the mark on Joey’s chest to glow even brighter.
“Ugh, ah!!!”
“Ha… You… You lowly piece of trash… You can’t…”
Joey’s face grew even redder.
“Hot… So… So hot…”
“Heh.”
Zilan chuckled mockingly.
“Lord Saint Child, at just this level, your tongue is already hanging out. You look just like a little puppy. How cute. Who would have thought…”
“A guy like you… used to be the Demon King.”
Zilan crossed her legs and propped her head up with her hand, narrowing her eyes to enjoy the sight for a while before standing up.
“Lord Saint Child, today, you shall remain in this state until I finish work tonight.”
“Wait! What… What did you say! You can’t!!! Stop it!!”
However, Zilan ignored the gasping Joey and turned to close the door.
“Phew.”
The moment Zilan closed the door, she finally let out a long sigh of relief…
She clutched her full chest, preparing to return to her room to clean the stain off herself…
“Ha… Ha, ah…”
But then, she heard Joey’s voice from behind her…
This caused her heartbeat, which had just begun to steady, to race violently again.
Zilan pressed her ear against the back of Joey’s door.
Her mature and beautiful face flushed slightly as she listened to Joey’s whimpers…
‘This little tempter…’
‘How can his whimpers… make my heart itch so much…’
Zilan placed a finger against her lush lips.
She took quite a while to compose herself before hurrying away…
***
9:50 AM.
The meeting room of the Order of the Church.
As an Archbishop and the Vice Principal of Morning Sun Academy, Zilan had established the Order of the Church’s office building within the Academy for convenience.
At 10:00 AM, the Pope would hold a Bishop-level meeting.
There was a traditional prayer segment before the meeting began.
Zilan watched the women in their Bishop attire as they clasped their hands and closed their eyes in prayer.
She didn’t have the heart to listen to a single word…
She already knew these verses by heart.
Moreover, because she had been flustered in Joey’s room earlier, she had actually left her meal there.
As an Archbishop, she had actually made such a basic mistake.
Aside from the irritation of having her perfect plans disrupted, what annoyed Zilan more… was her empty stomach.
She was exercising restraint in every matter…
She kept a perfectly gentle smile on her face while looking at these sanctimonious Bishops.
Because the hunger was becoming unbearable, listening to their prayers made her even more frustrated.
She hated every single one of their faces.
Buzz!
Right then, the White Crystal on the conference table suddenly flickered, projecting the image of a woman.
A beautiful woman wearing a crown and black-gold robes sat upon a throne.
Her legs were crossed, and her expression was lazy and haughty.
“Pope Dillen.”
Everyone at the meeting table bowed upon seeing the Pope’s image.
The Pope nodded.
After a brief opening, Zilan gestured for Teacher Ari beside her to report on their work.
As the discussion progressed, the Pope asked a few more questions.
Zilan responded as usual until the meeting neared its end…
“Zilan, regarding the matter of the Saint Child.”
“A candidate for the Saint Child has already been chosen,” Zilan replied with a nod. “In fact, I was just about to report this to you.”
The moment Zilan finished speaking, a hint of anticipation appeared in the Pope’s eyes.
A smile finally graced her cold, proud face as she uncrossed her legs.
“When was he found? How long until the Body Inspection?”
“He was found two days ago. He is a student of our Warrior Academy,” Zilan said with a nod.
“A student? From the Warrior Academy?”
Pope Dillen raised an eyebrow and pressed.
Since the dirty and exhausting work of a Warrior was usually handled by women, the Pope naturally frowned upon hearing this.
“Yes, the Warrior Academy. He is also the only male student at Morning Sun Academy… His name is Joey.”
Zilan said with a gentle smile, “If there are no issues, we should be able to perform the Body Inspection by the Bishop next week.”
“I trust your judgment.”
The Pope nodded, a cold yet elegant smile playing on her lips.
Finally, the Pope gave a few more instructions before adjourning the meeting.
However, after the meeting ended, the Pope specifically called out to Zilan.
“Zilan.”
“I must remind you.”
“The Saint Child is merely a tool. Do not invest too much emotion into him.”
When the Pope spoke to Zilan in private, her expression was no longer so stern, but rather softened slightly.
“Lady Dillen, you must be joking.”
Zilan gently pushed up her glasses and explained, “I can still distinguish between the two.”
Pope Dillen nodded.
“Speaking of the Warrior Academy… I suddenly thought of someone.”
Dillen frowned and asked, “Has Director Kail of your academy done anything out of line regarding the Order of the Church recently?”
Zilan dropped her gentle expression and thought for a moment before saying, “Ever since I arrived here as the Vice Principal, I haven’t heard of Director Kail having any problems.”
“That is good, then.”
The meeting ended there…
Zilan was busy for the rest of the day.
As an Archbishop, she also had to manage her duties as the Vice Principal of the academy.
She was so hungry that she didn’t even have time to eat.
It wasn’t until 9:00 PM…
“Phew.”
Zilan rubbed her aching eyes and finally took off her mask of gentleness.
Beneath the mask was a cold expression, weary and irritable.
After starving for an entire day while working hard, Zilan dragged her tired body back to her room.
Just as she was closing her door, she heard a pounding on the door next to her.
Ah…
That little guy was still in a state of heat in that room…
Zilan had almost forgotten, and she had also let that Joey starve along with her for the entire day.
Zilan pushed open the door to Joey’s room and saw the protagonist lying on the floor.
His face was flushed crimson, and his body was nearly consumed by desire.
“Ha… Ha, ah… Give it… Give it to me now…”
Seeing the protagonist in such an unbearable state made the irritability in Zilan’s heart fade by two points.