System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

But when she was about to turn around, she felt that her hand seemed to be held by a warm little hand.

"Where are you going? Archbishop..." Syl had opened his eyes for some reason, and at this moment he stretched out his left hand to grasp Ashara's hand in horror and asked.

"Get something to eat." Ashara squeezed Syl's palm, and after thinking about it, she added, "Be back soon."

"Eat?" Syl, who was lying on the bed, held Ashara's hand tightly, frowning slightly, with a troubled expression on his face.

It seemed that he really wanted to eat, but he didn't want to let go of Ashara's hand. At this moment, Syl was caught in a dilemma.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Syl slowly let go of his hand, looked at Ashara and said nervously, "I'll be back right away..."

"Okay." Ashara looked at Searle's nervous little face, reached out and stroked the broken hair on Searle's forehead.

Even Ashara herself didn't notice, a smile from the bottom of her heart had already appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After Ashara stood up, she walked towards the door.

When they reached the door, Ashara glanced back, and found that Syl had pulled up a small quilt to cover half of his face, and stared at Ashara closely with a pair of clear eyes.

"Really, very soon." Ashara smiled helplessly, and after waving her hand, her figure flickered and disappeared on the spot.

After Ashara disappeared, Sandy, who was outside the door, saw Syl's eyes on her on the bed, and was a little nervous for a while.

"Do you need me to do anything, Your Highness?" Sandy, who was at the door, asked Syl.

Syl, who was on the bed, shook her head, still looking in the direction of the door, Sandy hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Can I close the door for you?"

Syl still shook his head.

"Uh..." Sandy nodded, but didn't dare to move her footsteps.

This feeling of being stared at by His Highness is like being in prison - if Sandy knows what being in prison is, the empathy should be deeper.

Fortunately, within a minute, a holy light flashed, and Ashara appeared at the door again.

Ashara also held a tray in her hand, on which were various pastries.

Cooked food is definitely gone now, Ashara can only find desserts and pastries like these snacks.

Ashara held the tray, looked back at Sandy, and asked, "Come in?"

"No, no need." Sandy shook her head, "I'll just be at the door."

She had already been stared at by His Highness just now, making her whole body uncomfortable, and she was afraid that she would be stared at again after entering.

"Then I will close the door," Ashara pointed to the position of the wooden door, and said, "There is wind."

"Okay." Sandy nodded. It's early in the morning, and the evening wind is blowing through the corridor, so it's still a bit cool.

Then Sandy reached out and closed the door.

It wasn't until the gate blocked His Highness Searle's sight that Sandy felt relieved.

I don't know what's wrong with His Highness tonight, the normal sight of His Highness always gives people a very comfortable feeling, but today Sandy actually felt a little... Strange?

Sandy can't quite describe what it feels like....

While Sandy was struggling outside the door, Ashara who was inside the room had already put the tray full of dangdang food on the round table.

Almost as soon as the tray was placed on the table, the smell of food wafted in Syl's direction.

Searle, who smelled the smell, sat up immediately, lifted the quilt, and trotted towards the round table.

As soon as Syl sat down at the round table, he reached out and grabbed a piece of pastry, stuffed it into his mouth, raised his head and swallowed it.

"Eat slowly." Although Searle's eating looks a little uncomfortable now, Ashara feels that Searle like this and Searle who eats slowly are both cute in different ways, so she just sat beside her with a smile watch.

In the blink of an eye, Seale had his mouth full.

Syl puffed his mouth and chewed, as if he noticed that Ashara didn't eat it, so he stretched out his hand, and waved a small piece of pastry in front of Ashara.

Seeing Syl who stuffed his mouth like a little hamster in front of him, Ashara shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry."

But in the end, Ashara still couldn't resist Syl's gaze, took the pastry she handed over, put it to her mouth and took a sip.

so sweet...

This pastry was still a bit too sweet for Ashara, after getting older, Ashara still prefers to eat some light food.

But this was handed over by Syl anyway, Ashara decided to eat it slowly.

Ashara held the pastry in her right hand and ate it, while her left hand stretched out and pointed in the direction of Syl. The left hand exuded a soft holy light, gently stroking Syl's body, helping her to dispel the mental stress. exhausted.

If you adjust slowly like this, it is estimated that when Syl finished eating, Syl's spirit will be almost recovered.

Although Searle looked very hungry, the large plate of food in front of Searle was still too much for him alone. After eating half of it, Searle was already leaning on the chair, stroking himself slightly with enjoyment. Distended belly.

Eat up.

Moreover, while eating, he could also enjoy Archbishop Ashara's Holy Light treatment, which was simply double the happiness.

"Finish?" Ashara looked at Syl's satisfied face and asked.

Syl turned his head to look at Archbishop Ashara, and nodded with a smile: "Yeah~"

"Continue, rest?" Ashara retracted her left hand, looked at Syl and asked.

"No," Searle shook his head, waved his fist and said, "I'm so old, I can't sleep."

Syl's face was full of energy, and he looked like he was resurrected with full blood, and it seemed that he didn't need to sleep any more.

But if you don't sleep, what can you do in the middle of the night?

"Archbishop, do you want to sleep?" Syl looked at Ashara who was looking at him expressionlessly, and asked expectantly.

Although she didn't know what Syl was going to do, Ashara still replied honestly, "Don't sleep."

The current Ashara has almost no requirement for sleep.

Rather, sleeping now is undoubtedly a waste of time for Ashara.

If Syl chose to go to sleep, Ashara would probably go back to handle church affairs and continue to arrange the future route of the church.

"Then..." After hearing that the archbishop was not sleeping, Searle didn't think too much, but asked with a smile, "Then the archbishop will chat with me?"

"Okay." Ashara nodded.

Although Ashara is not very good at chatting things like this, but if the person is Syl, Ashara feels that she can still chat.

But soon, Ashara felt a little regretful.

Because the first sentence that Searle spoke was...

"Ahem... Archbishop, I'm sorry, I remembered what I did just now..." Syl lowered his head slightly, looked at Ashara's chest, feeling a little embarrassed said.

Following Searle's line of sight, Ashara also instantly understood what Searle was talking about, and in an instant, Ashara felt that her face seemed to be burning hot.

I can't talk today...

Ashara tried her best to keep the expression on her face unchanged, pretending not to care and said: "No...it's nothing, you didn't mean it."

"Yeah, yes, Syl didn't do it on purpose," Syl nodded quickly, and said with a serious face, "I just got dizzy and thought the thing in front of me was a small cake, and then... "

"Don't, don't say it." Ashara quickly stretched out her hand, covered Syl's mouth, and said with her head lowered, "I know."

The long black hair covered the Archbishop's face, making Syl unable to see her expression clearly.

But from Ashara's voice, it's not difficult for Syl to guess that Ashara must be shy now.

Searle also expressed helplessness in this regard.

Because she really didn't mean it just now, she was dizzy just now, and there was a sweet milky smell on the archbishop's body, coupled with her hunger, Syl subconsciously had the illusion that there was food in front of her.

Looking back on it now, the only thing Syl regrets is...why are there clothes in the way?

"Hmm..." Tilting his head back slightly, Syl escaped from Ashara's hand, no longer thinking about those disrespectful things.

"The archbishop, a high-ranking member of Yehuo, seems to have agreed to meet with you." Syl changed the topic and talked about the business.

"Agreed?" Ashara raised her head, the blush on her face hadn't dissipated, she asked curiously, "How did she contact you?"

Ashara obviously didn't feel the strange fluctuations in the church today, and no other extraordinary person came, how did they contact Syl?

"Well... there is a strange way of communication in Yehuo, which can directly sound in the mind," Syl thought for a while, and then said, "They seem to call this 'spiritual communication'. homology'."

After Searle's mental exhaustion wears off, she decides to explain her "transformation" in a simpler way.

This is also to avoid being discovered again in the future transformation, and it will be particularly troublesome to explain.

Just treat the transformation as a unique "Holy Spirit Possession" of the Yehuo organization. As for why there is such a powerful ability, it is completely pushed to the witch who controls reincarnation.

You can even pause time. This kind of thing like "possession of the Holy Spirit" is not simple.

"Spirit...coherence..." Ashara repeated the combined words, and it was not difficult to hear the meaning from the words.

It is probably a technology that connects spirits together. The Dream Goddess Sect also has this similar power, but it is a dream connection.

So the spiritual coherence that Syl said is not difficult for people to understand in this mysterious world.

"What, when?" Syl talked about the business, and Ashara's expression became slightly serious.

"Anytime." Syl nodded slightly and said, "However, she will come in a special way."

"Special?" Ashara was a little puzzled.

Could it be more special than time pause?

"Are you ready? Archbishop." Syl looked at the archbishop and said softly.

"Hmm." Ashara didn't know why, and felt a little nervous.

Now Ashara is only limited to Syl's dictation to the members of that organization.

If that organization really wanted Syl to do something dangerous, Ashara didn't know if she could control herself.

"Okay." After seeing the archbishop nodding, Syl slowly stretched out his right hand, as if facing the void, and called out respectfully.

"We are ready, Marshal."

"(Chinese) Marshal who commands the undead legion, Ash Reaper on the merciless battlefield, show up!"

Syl yelled out the words of the second middle school with a serious face.

【marshal】:"......."

[Marshal]: "Sorry, are you calling me?"

[Saint]: "Yes, Miss Marshal, Miss Marshal, come out and save the scene!"