Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Branwen immediately stood up, trying to maintain his momentum, but his thin figure looked a little empty in the loose priest's robe.

Samuel's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up, "Why are you back?"

Branwen's heart tightened, and he spoke quickly, "I...I want to see the Father! Beg for His forgiveness! I'm a pure light magician, and the Father will surely forgive me!"

He tried to use this identity to increase his bargaining chips.

"Oh?" Samuel responded softly, with a long tail.

Samuel took two steps forward, and a shadow descended.

He looked at Branwen for a few seconds, a hint of gloomy coldness in the corners of his eyes.

"You've repeatedly framed me for death," Samuel's voice was soft, yet chilling. "And you still want to... covet my Father?"

Branwen froze, "What do you mean?!"

Samuel tilted his head, his action somewhat holy and cruel.

"Branwen, you should thank me for letting you die so... honorably."

He moved his fingertips slightly, and the dark magic silently penetrated into Branwen's heart.

Like Zephyros's death.

The blood drained from Branwen's face in an instant, his eyes widened with extreme horror, and he could only utter a short cry of surprise.

He stood upright for a few seconds, and then his body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

The brand new white priest's robe was still spotless.

Samuel looked at the corpse on the ground expressionlessly and stretched out his hand. The servant beside him immediately handed him a clean and soft white handkerchief respectfully.

Samuel slowly and methodically wiped his fingers one by one, then threw the handkerchief over Branwen.

"Clean it up," his voice returned to its usual clearness, without any trace of emotion.

"Don't dirty this place. Father God will come tonight."

"Yes, sir." The servants responded immediately, their movements quick and silent.

-

The night gently enveloped the temple.

When Jinchen appeared on the terrace, Samuel immediately threw himself into his arms, rubbing his cheek against his neck.

"Father," he said with a touch of lazy satisfaction in his voice, "I killed Branwen."

[The villain's darkening value is detected -8, totaling 0! 】

Jinchen hugged him and hummed casually, "I thought he was dead a long time ago."

No wonder the last bit of blackening value can’t be reduced.

Samuel wrinkled his nose in his arms and said, "I'm very mean. I don't want him to have such an easy time."

"It's been so long, I almost forgot about this person. He insisted on coming back today."

Jinchen lowered his head, lifted Samuel's chin with his warm fingers, and carefully traced his eyebrows with his eyes, caring about only one thing.

"Then did he make things difficult for you?"

Samuel felt warm in his heart, shook his head, and took the initiative to move forward. His soft lips pressed against the corner of Jinchen's lips and he bit it lightly, "No."

Jinchen was relieved then, and bent down to kiss her back, the kiss was gentle and lingering.

After a moment, he took Samuel in his arms and sat down by the window. "According to the rules of the Holy City, you've been on the throne for two years. Isn't it time to set off to travel the continent?"

Samuel leaned on his shoulder, "Yes." Then, he put his arm around Jinchen's waist and raised his face, "Father God, please stay with me, okay?"

Jinchen lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "Of course."

-

A few years passed quietly with the sound of wheels.

For the High Bishop, this should have been a tiring duty, but for Samuel, it became a long honeymoon with just him and God the Father.

There were no complicated ceremonies or rigid itineraries. He often traveled with only a few followers, and sometimes even quietly left the caravan, just like the most ordinary lovers, strolling in a strange country with God the Father.

On a lazy sunny afternoon.

Samuel broke away from the carriage and the knights, and strolled with Jinchen in the bustling market streets of the small border country.

The air was filled with the smell of spices, baking bread, and livestock.

Suddenly, a boy who was chasing a colorful windmill was jolted by the unstable magic float under his feet. His little body screamed and fell forward, facing Jinchen.

Samuel's eyes were stern. Fearing that the boy would hit God the Father, he subconsciously reached out his hand. A gentle force held the boy firmly and gently placed him on the ground.

The boy was still in shock. He raised his dusty little face and saw clearly who was holding him.

Samuel's golden hair shone softly in the sunlight, and his face was so delicate that he didn't look like an ordinary person.

Looking at Jinchen beside him, the boy was stunned for a moment.

Such handsome brothers, I saw two of them today!

The boy whispered, "Thank you...thank you, brother."

Samuel smiled, took out some honey wrapped in a transparent candy wrapper from his sleeve, and handed it to him, "Here."

The boy's eyes lit up. He took the candy, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth. He squinted his eyes because of the sweetness.

He mustered up the courage to say one more thing, "Brother, you are a good person! Father God will always bless you!"

Samuel and Jinchen beside him couldn't help laughing.

Samuel leaned down and ruffled the boy's soft hair. His voice was gentle, "Yes, I hope so too. Thank you."

The boy ran away happily with the candy in his mouth.

Samuel stood up, looked in the direction where the boy disappeared, smiled again, turned around and put his arms around Jinchen's neck, "I like this warm and friendly country."

Jinchen turned his head to look at him, with a knowing smile in his eyes, and pinched the tip of his nose, "Is this what people who like this place would say?"

Samuel pursed his lips and smiled, but did not deny it.

The next day, the royal palace and the local church of this small border country learned that Supreme Bishop Samuel had arrived, accompanied by the Knights Templar. It was like a bolt from the blue when they heard the news.

The king, along with his ministers and the local bishop, went out of the city to greet them in great fear and trepidation, and the streets were crowded with excited believers.

The boy who got candy yesterday also struggled to squeeze into the crowd, his little face flushed red.

As the welcoming float slowly passed by, his eyes widened instantly when he saw the blond figure on the float, the center of attention and bathed in holy glory.

It’s the brother from yesterday!

He was so excited that he almost shouted.

Samuel on the float seemed to have seen him as well. He gave him a gentle smile across the crowd, then raised a finger and gently placed it against his lips.

"Shhh."

The boy immediately covered his mouth with his dirty little hands, leaving only a pair of surprisingly bright eyes. He nodded desperately, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Oh my God! It's the Supreme Bishop!

They all say that the Supreme Bishop and God the Father are the most loving couple!

Then yesterday... the other brother who stood next to him yesterday... wasn't he the Father?!

He has seen God the Father! He is the one who has seen God the Father!

-

Since then, long years have flowed on the continent.

Light and darkness are no longer extreme opposites of life and death. Under the will of God, they merge quietly, like the alternation of day and night.

The smoke of war was gradually replaced by the smoke from cooking in every household, and faith was like the gentlest stream, soaking every inch of land.

The gods brought peace back to the continent.

The deepest part of the towering temple.

The believer embraced his god, and the god bowed his head and kissed his lover.