This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 34: Who is the Evil God?

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Who is the Evil God?

Lilith suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

"Hey, are you plotting something again?"

"No, I’m just planning to upgrade my [Private Server]."

Lette rubbed his fingers: "We can’t let Afra ruin this Evil God’s avatar, or she’ll definitely start conducting a thorough investigation, and the [backdoor] I left will surely be discovered.

But as an avatar of the Evil God, the Light God always poses a hidden threat.

So the best way to handle it is to turn the Light God into my puppet god, making it an internal part of my [Private Server] tied to the Holy Light Goddess.

This way, my [Private Server] could wield almost the same authority as the Holy Light Goddess herself.

And all the blame would fall on the Evil God!"

Lilith clapped her hands: "I get it! Isn’t this what you often talk about as [Channel Service]?"

"That’s right! And I don’t even have to pay a channel agent fee to the Holy Light Goddess, because the legal entity is that Evil God!"

"Even though they’re enemies, I actually sympathize with Afra a bit."

But soon, Lilith realized something.

"Wait a minute! That’s still an avatar of an Evil God, can you just make it a puppet that easily?"

"I originally couldn’t, but who told him to develop the New Church? The relationship between believers and Deities isn’t a one-way street after all."

Lette laughed sinisterly: "Here’s a tip for life: faith is risky, proselytizing should be cautious."

Lilith said eerily: "Tone it down a bit, or we won’t be able to tell who the Evil God really is."

While the two were deep in conversation, a group of people had already returned to the surface. Underneath the Holy Tower, the Old Pope was thrumming his back, his figure slightly hunched.

Seeing this, Lette hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the discomfort in the Pope’s back using the Holy Healing Technique·Revised.

"Your control power has improved again, not bad."

The Pope grabbed Lette’s wrist: "No need, I know my own body well, I’ve long built a tolerance against these methods.

No matter how miraculous Holy Light is, it can’t defy logic, this was your first lesson from me, remember?"

"Before coming I heard your health wasn’t great... please don’t overexert yourself. Leave the matters of the Holy Presence Ceremony to someone else, I’ve got an eye on it, nothing will go wrong."

The Pope nodded repeatedly, although he nagged at this disciple, he trusted him in his heart.

"What do you think of the current situation in the Holy City?"

"It’s very complex! But only four factions can cause real trouble. The Pagans, Remnants of the Truth, the Dark Race, and the New Church."

Lette paused before continuing.

"Among them, the Pagans are the most diverse in sources and largest in numbers, but they’re just a rabble, the easiest to deal with.

The Remnants of the Truth are all talents, their destructive power is astonishing. But they’re too few, even targeting them one by one won’t take much time or effort.

I will prioritize dealing with these two groups.

The New Church is relatively special in nature, and very complex in relationships, making it difficult to completely eradicate in the short term, and could become quite unsightly if not handled carefully.

But rest assured, I have a way to temporarily neutralize them. At least until after the Holy Presence Ceremony ends.

The true enemies of the ceremony this time are those of the Dark Clans who now have the ability to resist the Holy Light Power.

Luckily, I already have a countermeasure."

The Old Pope smiled reassuringly: "Good... in the future it’ll be your young people’s stage. The Holy City, I’ll leave it to you.

Oh, and take this.

I know you don’t like procedures, it will help you skip a lot of hassle."

As Lette took it in his hands, he realized it was the Holy Light Medal. The engraved Cross Star symbolized absolute authority, second only to the Pope.

"This is the medal used by the Apprentice Saint Heir and Apprentice Saintess during their shifts at the Pope Palace. After three years of skipping duty, now you’re making it up, huh?"

Lette tucked it in his chest: "Then give me the subsidy and allowance too..."

"Ah! What? Speak up, I can’t hear you... people, really can’t deny aging..."

The Pope mumbled as he fled the scene with the speed impossible for an old man, leaving Lette with an expression of speechlessness.

Lilith lifted her possession and asked playfully.

"Stop staring, already ran out of sight. Where to next?"

"To the Black Iron Prison of the Judgement Court... I want to check out the cell of that Vampire Ancestor, maybe I’ll find a clue or two.

And select some capable assistants along the way."

Emily realized suddenly: "You’re planning to find the Kaelster Knight Captain, aren’t you?"

Lette didn’t respond, taking them straight out of the Pope Palace.

Once outside the palace gates, the people arguing in front of the Red Robe Government Hall earlier in the morning were already gone.

Lette, very curious, found the guard again.

"Where did that Sin Light Faction group go? Why are they all gone? How was it resolved in the end?"

"Your Highness, you really care about them."

"Not really..."

The guard had a very strange expression: "Perhaps because they argued so fiercely, afraid they’d leave a bad impression on other Pilgrims.

The Red Archbishop came personally and promised them special approval."

"They can be specially approved? But they even have a Spirit Totem other than the Goddess!"

"The Archbishop said there’s no problem, as long as they don’t write it into their faction’s doctrine."

The guard spread his hands: "After all, your Mahayana Holy Light Faction and the Uluutolaman Faction are basically in the same situation.

In the past three years, these two factions haven’t had major issues.

But unexpectedly, the Sin Light Faction ran into trouble while drafting their faction’s doctrine."

"How could the doctrine be problematic?"

"They said according to the Sin Light spirit, they shouldn’t pursue official recognition, that’s collusion.

They wanted to turn it around and become the supervisors and enforcers of the official.

Then they reached a consensus and... just turned around and left."

The guard looked toward the entrance of the government hall, speaking a bit wistfully: "After they left, the Archbishop stood at the door for a long, long time..."

Lette covered his face: "Damn... they’ve turned into an Exiled Sect."

Emily was very curious: "What’s an Exiled Sect?"

The guard kindly explained: "A nicer way to say Heresy Sect."

Lilith patted Lette’s shoulder: "Forget it, one more is not a big deal."

Just when Lette felt mentally exhausted, a familiar voice suddenly came from afar.

"Boss! Boss!"

"Taylor!?"

Lette turned around and saw Taylor standing below the steps, with a group of girls behind him, including a familiar-looking blonde girl in a maid outfit.

"Glad you haven’t left yet!"

Taylor, with a few girls in tow, hurriedly approached: "Boss, this woman went to the Holy Knights’ camp to find you. Said she lost a bet and became your maid but couldn’t find your place... do you know her?"

"I know! Fu... Fu... Fubus! No, Fu not satisfied! Why are you only finding me now?"

"It’s Flander!"

The blonde maid stomped her feet angrily: "You didn’t give me an address back then!"

Lette sighed: "Truly, seeing how things have changed; three years ago in the Holy City, who didn’t know where I lived? So what about these girls?"

Flander shielded everyone behind her: "They’re my best friends, here to send me off!"

"Such sisterly love! But I feel like they’re more here to watch you make a fool of yourself."

"You! Stop talking nonsense!"

Lette, with arms crossed arrogantly: "As a maid, how can you speak to your master like this? As a Divine Officer, how can you talk to an Apprentice Saint like this?"

Flander gritted her teeth but eventually bowed in salute: "Sorry, Master Your Highness!"

Taylor leaned in closer, "Boss, you can discipline the servant later. There’s a tough issue, I’ve got to bother you."

"No need for such formality between brothers, just say it."

Taylor sighed: "Adros, because of the Vampire Ancestor’s prison break, has been feeling worthless and has locked himself in the deepest part of the Black Iron Prison, refusing to come out no matter who’s persuading him.

What do you think..."

The girls nearby suddenly squealed: "Adros! Saint Adros!"

Lette looked towards the girls: "What, you know him?"

"Of course! That Holy Light Young Master! Immaculate Sword! The most perfect man!"

Lette looked at Taylor: "Looks like this kid has been living well these three years, hasn’t he? Just as well, I’m planning to visit the Black Iron Prison, might as well see what’s going on.

Since you’re here, come along with me."