Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 311 - 195: Holy Daughter Green (2)

Chapter 311: Chapter 195: Holy Daughter Green (2)

Holy Son Oniens couldn’t understand what the impulse in his heart was all about.

Sister Ajasha was already over fifty years old, and although she had kept herself well, some wrinkles could still be seen on her face, and her skin was not as delicate and smooth as Inas’s; yet, inexplicably, Oniens suddenly felt an infinite charm radiating from Sister Ajasha, drawing him closer.

A strong urge to possess Ajasha suddenly surged in his heart.

And whatever it was, for Oniens, it was something he desired and therefore had to obtain.

He wore a gentle smile on his face, "Sister Ajasha, tonight I want to sleep with you."

Ajasha was surprised, but soon her kind face revealed a gentle smile as she softly stroked Oniens’s hair, as if facing her own child, "My Holy Son, you’re no longer a child now, you should learn to sleep on your own."

She was surprised by Holy Son’s sudden request, especially since four years ago, Oniens was already able to sleep on his own without her accompaniment, having become an outstanding man; she didn’t understand why he suddenly brought it up now.

Ah, that’s right, it must be the uneven ground, the wild night wind, the humble tents, the whining of mosquitoes... all these must make the Holy Son leaving Orville Royal City for the first time feel deeply uncomfortable.

Such harsh conditions must be torture for the noble Holy Son.

It was natural for the Holy Son to feel fear and need company.

Ajasha felt that as the nun who had always cared for the Holy Son, she should provide comfort at this time.

So, she changed what she had said, "Alright, Holy Son, but just this once."

Oniens smiled.

When she saw the smile of the Holy Son, Ajasha’s body trembled inexplicably, feeling a familiar smile of the Holy Son unnerving her.

Ajasha was puzzled by her feeling, but she didn’t have much time to think, as Oniens had already grabbed her hand and crawled into the tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, Oniens waved his hand to set up a soundproof barrier, and the next second he swung his arm, throwing Ajasha onto the bed.

The violent movement filled Ajasha with fear; she couldn’t understand why the normally gentle and gentlemanly Holy Son had become what he was now. She instinctively tried to struggle, but chains of rock-yellow color sprouted from beneath her, wrapping around her body.

Ajasha vaguely realized what was about to happen, her complexion had turned pale.

Fear filled her large eyes as she started to struggle desperately, the chains clinking crisply against her body.

"No, Holy Son, you mustn’t do this, it’s blasphemy..."

Both the Earth Mother Goddess Sect and the Holy Court have the same rule, Holy Sons and Holy Daughters must maintain the purity of their bodies before they step down from their titles at the age of thirty, and to break that vow would mean being stripped of their titles, being regarded as disrespectful to the God, and being sentenced to the stake.

Blasphemy?

That word seemed to anger a sensitive nerve within Oniens.

Seeing Ajasha struggling continuously, was she defying him?

An intense brutality surged in Oniens’s chest:

"Submit, wench!"

...

Meanwhile, Inas was biting her lips lightly.

She was an orphan.

Because she showed good looks and talent in magic from a young age, she was adopted by the then Church Venerable, Oniens’s mother.

She had been instilled with the notion that Oniens was her destined husband, and that she must obey him, take care of him, and protect him.

Because of the constant brainwashing, she didn’t see any problem with this; nominally she was the Holy Daughter, Oniens’s lover, but in reality, she was more like a pet.

Oniens was like her master, and Inas had no capacity to refuse his commands.

However, Inas had reached an age where, despite the strict education of Holy Daughters, she was beginning to understand certain things.

Seeing Oniens taking Ajasha into the tent, her heart ached.

It felt like something was blocking her, making every breath painful.

She didn’t know what she had done to anger Oniens, although she had been entirely compliant with him, following all of Oniens’s commands without question.

The sudden change in Oniens’s attitude towards her was very upsetting to Inas.

Inas had no idea that it was her submissive attitude that bored Oniens; in his eyes, Inas already belonged to him, stirring no desire to conquer or even impulse to possess her.

A few seconds passed, and Inas shook her head slightly, a faint smile spreading across her face.

Perhaps she was just overthinking it. Sister Ajasha was quite older and could have been Oniens’s mother. Maybe Oniens just wanted to act spoiled in Sister Ajasha’s arms again, just like when he was a child.

Poor Holy Daughter, she had no idea that atop her brown hair, there now sat a hat green as grass.

It was different in style but the same in color as Prince Karsas’s.

...

"What?"

"The thread pulled from my soul entered into Oniens’s body?"

On the other side, Silf curled up in Qin Chu’s arms, her face full of surprise after hearing the news, and even a bit of worry.

Although Oniens was a piece of trash who made Silf very disgusted, his identity was nonetheless extremely important.

If that silken thread were to invade Oniens’s body and have some adverse effect, even causing a mutation, resulting in a death akin to Karsas’s, the consequences would be inconceivable.

The former Church Venerable of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect would definitely go on a rampage.

If the investigation turned to Qin Chu and herself, their lives would probably be in danger.

Qin Chu, however, shrugged nonchalantly, "Why should we care? Even Oniens himself doesn’t know what happened. It’s just right that we lack a test subject to see what kind of effects these things have when they invade a normal human body."

"It’s just a pity that I only have this single observational sample on hand. Perhaps I’ll need to extract another one from Silf’s soul."

After a brief pause, Qin Chu suddenly said in his mind to Shaye, "By the way, Miss Shaye, could you help me observe Oniens’s condition?"

Shaye humphed, clearly dissatisfied as she left.

As for Silf, her pretty face blushed crimson. She certainly knew what Qin Chu meant.

Her breathing quickened, her beautiful eyes shimmering with expectations... and these expectations seemed to be more than just about reducing the erosion of her own body.

It seemed she yearned for more.

Although Qin Chu had rejected her several times these days, she made sure to be ready at every moment.

...

The night sky, Shaye floated in the air.

She was quite unhappy with being ordered around by Qin Chu, mumbling complaints to herself continuously.

Soon, Shaye appeared near the encampment of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect.

The Earth Mother Goddess Sect, the Holy Court, and the Royal Family—all three major forces had arranged for personnel to accompany them.

The Holy Court brought one hundred Holy Knights, plus an Archbishop, while the Royal Family was led by Morton with one hundred and fifty elite members of the Royal Guard.

The numbers were not too large, but each of these individuals was quite powerful.

Only the Earth Mother Goddess Sect appeared particularly bloated, with a total of three hundred people, of which nearly a hundred nuns were solely responsible for taking care of Holy Son Oniens’s daily needs. The rest were skilled experts tasked with protecting the safety of the Holy Son Oniens.

It seemed they had merely come to escort Oniens on a vacation.

Finding Oniens’s tent wasn’t difficult; it was the most luxurious one. It seemed the Earth Mother Goddess Sect was concerned Oniens could be cold at night, and worried that lighting a fire inside the tent would irritate his nostrils, so they arranged a circle of bonfires around the Saint Heir’s tent, ensuring the entire tent stayed warm without being affected by smoke.

The tent was tightly sealed off by the guards at three hundred and sixty degrees. Without the Saint Heir’s orders, not even the Holy Daughter could approach.

The inside of the tent was very quiet, clearly isolated from all sound by a noise-canceling Barrier.

Shaye’s consciousness penetrated the tent and just as she caught sight of the interior, her brows slightly furrowed.

Ajasha had died.

Her neck bore clear finger marks; she had been strangled to death by Oniens.

Oniens’s face showed obvious disgust, even revulsion.

He didn’t understand what was happening to him. Before he got Ajasha, his heart was filled with a strong urge to possess this woman... but once he truly claimed her, a nameless emptiness was all that remained in his heart after three minutes.

The more he looked at Ajasha’s face, the more repulsed he became, the more irritable he felt.

Then, amidst Ajasha’s screams, he twisted her neck, out of sight, out of mind.

Oniens hadn’t noticed that his eyes had turned a crimson red, and even a twisted smile hung on his lips.

That appearance gave Shaye a start. She faintly sensed the shadow of Karsas on Oniens... yet there was a subtle difference between the two.

...

This area was demon territory.

A dark corner.

A handsome, tall, and slender young man was cutting through the carcass of a wild beast with a sharp knife.

Looking at the bloody slices of meat he had separated, the young man furrowed his brows but eventually shoved it into his mouth.

He longed to enjoy roasted meat, but it was not possible; this was demon territory, and they were being hunted. Lighting a fire might alert the demons tracking them.

The overwhelming smell of blood and raw meat caused the man to furrow his brows tightly together; he felt the urge to vomit. When had he ever suffered like this?

His stomach churned violently.

But still, he had no choice but to suppress the nausea and swallow the fresh flesh bite by bite.

Then, he handed some of the sliced meat to a petite girl beside him.

"Aileen, you should eat some too..."