System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

But after Syl saw the direction Archbishop Ashara's lips were pointing at, he immediately reacted.

Archbishop Ashara wants to kiss my forehead.

In the Church of the Goddess of Hope, this is the Pope's greatest blessing, and he will only do this to people who are very close to him.

Although Searle's heart was about to take off, a stronger desire to die instantly struck Searle's heart.

Now that we have kissed the forehead...why not repeat the old trick...

Thinking of doing it right away is a good habit of Seale.

When Ashara stood on tiptoe and approached slowly, her thin lips were about to kiss Syl's forehead.

With a sudden force on his neck, Syl was about to lift it up, ready to use his lips directly to meet Archbishop Ashara's lips.

Syl seemed to have already seen the panic-stricken and cute look of Archbishop Ashara in front of him.

dragon!lift!head!

lift......

...Searle's head didn't lift up.

Archbishop Ashara placed the right hand on the back of Searle's head in advance, and held Sill's head firmly like iron clamps, and even pushed Sill's head down a little.

Warm and soft lips touched and left, Archbishop Ashara released his right hand after completing this set of actions, took a step back, and looked at Syl expressionlessly.

Others may not be able to see it, but Searle can clearly see that Ashara's expressionless face in front of her belongs to the "satisfied expressionless face".

Although such a description is a bit strange, Syl can indeed analyze various emotions from Ashara's expressionless face.

It seems that after being tricked by Syl once before, Ashara has thoroughly learned the anti-routine.

Syl, who was kissed on the forehead, not only did not feel happy, but also had a mournful face.

She looked at Archbishop Ashara with a sad face: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Looking at Syl's appearance, Archbishop Ashara didn't seem to have any guilt, and said solemnly:

"This is, reward...I heard about what you did."

"Well done."

"Let's go, I have a meeting."

After Ashara finished speaking, she raised her hand to her chest, shook it slightly, and said goodbye to Syl.

"Damn it!" Syl gritted his teeth, looking at Ashara's back, a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

Bad, what the hell happened these days.

Archbishop Ashara, who is the best to deceive, can't be deceived.

Searle kicked the wool carpet under his feet angrily, closed the door, and then walked to his bed with a look of lovelessness, and fell face down towards the bed.

Before collapsing, Seale saw Sandy coming in from the window, turned over on the bed, and waved to Sandy.

"Sandy--"

"What's the matter? Your Highness?"

Sandy heard His Highness calling herself in a long voice, thought something happened, and hurried to Syl's side.

But as soon as she walked to Syl's side, before she could stand still, Syl stretched out her hand and grabbed her wrist.

With one effort, Searle pulled Sandy onto the bed.

Sandy, who fell on the bed, looked at His Highness lying next to her with a dazed expression.

His Highness stretched out his hand towards his face with a mournful face, then pinched his face, and rubbed his face back and forth with both hands.

"Hmm...Your Highness, um..."

Sandy wanted to say something, but His Highness kept pinching her mouth, making Sandy unable to say anything.

If someone else did this to Sandy, Sandy would definitely resist, but the one in front of her is Your Highness...

Sandy could only look innocently at His Highness beside her, and let His Highness knead her face at will.

After rubbing Sandy's face, Searle let go of her hand, stretched her arms and slumped on the bed, exhaled, and seemed to be in a much better mood.

Seeing that His Highness didn't continue pinching her face, Sandy still lay down obediently, not daring to move.

After a while, Sandy slowly stood up and sat aside, looking at His Highness lying flat, not knowing what to do for a while.

At this time, Searle, who had finished venting on Sandy's tender face, also noticed that Sandy was sitting obediently beside her, and seemed to be looking at her with a trace of grievance.

Coupled with Sandy's red cheeks being pinched by herself, Searle's sense of guilt came up all at once.

Searle also sat up, looked at Sandy apologetically and said, "Sorry Sandy!"

Just when Sandy was still wondering why His Highness suddenly apologized to her, Sandy saw His Highness stretching out his hand again.

Sandy found that His Highness's hand was not facing her cheek this time, but took her own hand, and then put her hand next to His Highness's cheek.

"Then pinch me back—"

His Highness in front of him closed his eyes tightly and pursed his beautiful lips tightly, as if he was ready to be pinched.

Your Highness...do you want to pinch her face yourself?

After hesitating for a while, Sandy slowly stretched out her hand, and gently pinched His Highness's cheek with her thumb and index finger.

warm...soft...

Sandy couldn't help pinching again due to the decompressing feeling, then Sandy forcibly stopped her desire to continue pinching, and put down her hand.

After a while, His Highness in front of him slowly opened one eye and asked:

"Have you finished pinching?"

"Yeah." Sandy nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Sandy saw His Highness standing up from the bed, walking unsteadily towards the bathroom, muttering something while walking.

However, because the voice was too low, Sandy could only hear the sentence "See what I do next time..." but couldn't hear the specifics.

......

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the window and shone into Searle's room. Searle, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Ha~"

Stretching out his arms from under the quilt, Searle stretched slowly and yawned slightly.

Slowly turning his head to one side, Searle saw Sandy standing beside his bed.

After seeing Searle get up, Sandy bent slightly, looked at Searle and said:

"Good morning, Your Highness."

"Morning~" Syl was in a good mood, and there was some melody in the tone of his reply.

Ashara's return made Syl feel a little more relaxed, and she no longer had the feeling of having to face everything by herself.

Moreover, he already knew one of the laboratories of that mysterious organization. As long as he followed the clues, Searle believed that it would not take long to find out the root of this organization.

After rolling twice on the soft bed, Syl reluctantly got up and jumped off the bed.

The moment he landed, Syl's expression changed from that lazy expression to a peaceful and warm one. There seemed to be a slight smile on the corner of his mouth forever, just like the image of the Holy Maiden of Hope in the news.

Syl maintained this expression and walked to the full-length mirror. She looked at her expression in the mirror and snapped her fingers.

"Perfect expression management."

The holy and peaceful expression plus the words that don't match the expression, combined with the pajamas, make the contrast of this scene almost reach the extreme.

Fortunately, this scene was not seen by other believers or the public, otherwise they originally hoped that the tall image of the saint might collapse in an instant.

Or maybe it will spawn another weird group of people who only worship Syl.

After finishing his daily narcissism in the morning, Syl went into the bathroom and changed into a slightly plain white robe after washing.

Because she felt that today should also be a high-level meeting, and since the basic policy has been determined, there is no need for Seale to continue the meeting.

Now Searle is planning to leave the Holy See today to go to the Sule area, trying to locate the underground research room that he visited before.

If you can find out where the underground research room is, the next plot will most likely be swept by the Marshal.

As long as this organization can be swept away, Suramar will be able to calm down completely, and Syl will be able to grow with peace of mind while cultivating a relationship with the archbishop.

Thinking about this day makes me feel very happy.

While humming the tune of good luck, Syl walked to the door and opened the door with his hand.

The corridor outside the door was empty, and after Syl walked out of the room, Sandy followed Syl and helped Syl close the door.

The two walked towards the stairs one after the other, and when they were about to reach the edge of the stairs, there were thumping footsteps on the stairs.

Syl stopped in his tracks, someone went up to the top floor, most likely they came looking for him, hearing the sound of footsteps, Syl ruled out Archbishop Ashara first.

Is it Anne?

Soon, a figure rushed up the stairs, and when he turned around, he didn't seem to expect that Searle was at the corner of the stairs. The person in front of him became unstable and fell backwards.

"Annie?" Syl took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Annie's arm, pulled her back, and asked curiously, "What's the matter? You're in such a hurry."

"His Royal Highness Syl?!"

After Annie exclaimed, she quickly stood upright.

At this moment, Searle also saw that Annie seemed to be holding a stack of newspapers in her hand, and she probably understood Annie's thoughts in her heart.

Annie raised the newspaper in her hand and explained:

"This is yesterday's newspaper...I originally planned to wait until the afternoon to collect everything before bringing it to you, but when I went to your room at night, I found that you had come back, so I didn't bother you... ..."

"Oh...it's okay~" Searle said with a smile, "Thank you, Anne."

In yesterday's news, Syl could guess what it was without reading it. It must have been about disasters, the Goddess of Hope, and her own affairs.

But Anne came here to hand it to her on purpose, and Searle didn't refuse, she reached out to take the newspaper, and read it right where she was.

Hmm... The strange disaster swept Ibiza again... I hope the Goddess Cult will come forward... I hope the Cardinal of the Goddess Cult will not let go of the mastermind behind the scenes... .I hope that the Holy Maiden will enjoy visiting the disaster victims......

Public opinion is leaning towards the hope that the Goddess has been taught well, at least so far, there have been no problems.

However, a small report in the Imperial Evening News made Seale frown slightly.