System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Generally speaking, [Hand of Redemption], a low-level divine art, is completely harmless, and some have only positive effects.

But Syl's [Hand of Redemption] is different!

The first time she felt Syl's Hand of Redemption, Ashara knew that Syl's [Hand of Redemption] was not right.

At that time, when Ashara was still at her strongest strength, she could quickly resist the [Hand of Redemption] from the first level of Syl.

But it's different now. I'm in a state of mental and physical overload and exhaustion, completely unable to resist Syl's [Hand of Redemption], which has become several times stronger.

Ashara just had a bad premonition in her heart, she stopped thinking instantly, as if she had fallen into some kind of sluggishness.

Seeing Ashara's sluggish look in front of her, Syl felt a little relieved.

It seems that [Hand of Redemption] is still effective. In this case, the recovery of Ashara's spirit and body should be accelerated a lot.

Although I don't know how powerful the curative effect of [Hand of Redemption] is, this time it happened to use the archbishop's weak body as a harmless experiment.

Syl constantly controlled the steady output of the holy light in his hand just like he usually practiced divine arts.

Even when Ashara's body started to move around, even started to scratch her clothes, Syl didn't stop.

Compared to seeing Archbishop Ashara being hit by [Hand of Redemption], Syl still wants to see Archbishop Ashara being cured and back to health.

The long-term output of holy light made Syl feel mentally exhausted, and Syl, who hadn't practiced magic arts for a long time, felt a little powerless.

When he felt that his spiritual power was about to run out, Syl stopped the output of the holy light in his hand and retracted his hands.

But as soon as Syl moved his hand, he found that he couldn't move. Looking carefully, it turned out that Ashara had already hugged him tightly.

Moreover, Ashara's head was constantly approaching her face.

Bad... forgot to save some mental power to control the archbishop.

Seeing Archbishop Ashara's lovely face constantly approaching him, mental exhaustion and distress also hit Syl at the same time.

"Slip first..."

Syl planned to go out first, and let Archbishop Ashara calm down in the room first.

But just as she raised her head, she bumped into Archbishop Ashara who was leaning towards her suddenly.

"Boom-"

Syl's head hit Archbishop Ashara hard on the forehead.

Syl was in pain, and was forced to lie back on the pillow, and suddenly felt an extra weight on his body.

At some point, Archbishop Ashara climbed onto his body.

The drowsy feeling in his head made Syl unable to stay awake any longer.

She couldn't even support her eyelids, and slowly closed her eyes.

broken......

Syl, whose consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep, felt that his neck seemed to be bitten in a daze.

Moreover, her thin nightgown seemed to be ripped apart by a pair of small hands...

sleepy......

send......

Syl tilted his head and fell into a coma.

......

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the curtains, leaving a streak of light on the bed.

As if feeling the warm sunshine, Ashara's consciousness gradually began to wake up.

"Um......"

Just after waking up, a tingling sensation spread throughout Ashara's body, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

After recovering from a burst of strength, Ashara felt that her spirit and body had recovered tremendously.

But...strange...how did I sleep on my stomach?

Soon, Ashara felt something was wrong.

Under my body... why is it soft and fragrant?

Ashara slowly stretched out her hand, and rubbed the "object" lying under her.

......This is?

This familiar light body fragrance, this silky soft touch...

Is it Seale? !

Why would I lie on top of her? !

Ashara propped up the bed next to her with her left hand and sat up, rolled over to the side, still in shock.

She touched her chest, and she could still feel the soft and light nightgown, which was still well worn on her body.

Wait... Little Sear's spirit, why is it a little weak?

It feels like the weakness of exhaustion after excessive release of divine spells.

And when I touched Xiao Xier just now, she was obviously not wearing any clothes...

Ashara's right hand trembled slightly.

She could feel that her spirit and strength had been well restored, except that her eyes were still invisible, she even felt that she had almost recovered to the fourth level.

Obviously the night before was still too weak to walk on my own...

What the hell happened last night?

Ashara frowned, and began to recall what happened last night.

Before finally going to sleep... Syl's [Hand of Redemption]? !

A somewhat terrifying thought flashed into Ashara's mind.

I won't...

As if to confirm something, Ashara stretched out her hand towards Syl's body again.

She brushed Syl's body lightly with her hands, and in addition to Syl's warm body temperature, she also touched some broken pajamas with her fingertips...

Clearly, it wasn't Searle who tore it up...

And when Ashara touched the direction of Syl's neck with both hands, her hands stopped immediately.

It's a... kind of deep bite, but it doesn't pierce the skin.

This bite mark...

Ashara slightly gestured at the bite mark, then maintained the size, slowly put her hand to her mouth, and then opened her small mouth.

Just right......

Ashara's heart skipped a beat, a very ominous premonition rushed into her heart.

she last night...she last night wouldn't be...

give Syl to...

Feeling the strength of her body far surpassing Syl, Ashara began to feel a little scared in her heart.

Although she has no motive for committing the crime, she has the ability to commit the crime.

Moreover, all kinds of evidence also point to her doing some excessive things to Syl when she was unconscious last night.

Just when Ashara's thoughts were mixed, a soft moan came from the side.

This lovely voice as usual made Ashara break out in a cold sweat.

A sense of humility for doing something bad prompted Ashara to want to escape here.

But the sense of responsibility in her heart made her stay where she was.

No matter what I did to Syl...no matter if she beats or scolds, I have to bear it...you must comfort Syl...

She must not let the pure and lovely little Sear hurt her young and pure heart because of what she did unconsciously last night.

"Archbishop~ Good morning~" Syl looked sleepily in the direction of Ashara, showing a sweet smile.

But soon, the smile froze on Searle's face.

Not only because she saw Archbishop Ashara sitting next to her with a serious expression, but also, her clothes...

Where's my nightdress?

Where is my nightgown?

Syl covered his body with the quilt in an instant, and because of too much force, a piece of cloth floated up from the quilt, and slowly fell in front of Sill's face.

Broken......

At the same time, Syl also felt a dull pain in his neck.

Searle reached out and touched his neck, and froze in place.

What happened?

Can anyone tell me?

Why did I wake up with my clothes torn and strawberries planted on my neck?

But the pain and bruises are only on the upper body.

Could it be because of my [Hand of Redemption] yesterday...

It's broken, it's me who cheated myself?

The archbishop's expression seemed very serious just now... Could it be that she is angry?

After all, it was her own fault that made the archbishop do what she didn't want to do.

Syl raised his head with a guilty conscience, and while hating himself for falling asleep yesterday, at the same time, he glanced at Archbishop Ashara with some fear.

The archbishop's stern expression looked really angry...

Compared with Syl's panic, Ashara's heart was even more flustered at this time.