The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Wait, I have an idea." The voice of a cardinal in white suddenly rose, "In the name of God, in the name of God, let the saint do something."

Mu was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted: "You mean, give the Saint a mission in the name of God, no matter what it is, the main thing is to keep her away from His Royal Highness the Regent, right?"

"That's right. The Saint hasn't gotten rid of her worship of God yet, right? Compared to us liars, her faith is purer than anyone else. Don't force her to leave Hydra. Just give her a vague mission in the name of God... In her opinion, God's words should be more important than her duties."

This proposal was unanimously approved by the bishops, and someone added: "Then we need to polish the content of this task. It can't be too casual, or it will make the 'God's' request seem too cheap or too mundane. It's best not to make it too commanding... Through the saint's respect for God, let her do it for God. This is the least likely to cause contradictions in her thinking logic."

"That makes sense. Although the Saint's cognitive model is strong enough, it was created by us after all. There are bound to be loopholes that we haven't recognized yet. We can't expect her to forcefully fix them all. It's better to avoid some risks."

None of the bishops spoke in a mysterious or religious tone. Instead, their rigorous and serious discussion was more like a group of scholars holding an academic seminar.

Someone said with emotion: "I didn't expect... that the only unresolved problem of the Saint Lady could have such an unexpected effect."

"So I always think we are too hasty. The Saint's understanding of God... has not even started to change. It will take at least seven or eight years or even longer to subtly change the concept that the Saint has formed over the past ten years. Even if the 'tower' is built now, how can we tell the Saint the truth?"

"Then can you find a better opportunity than now? Seven or eight years or even longer... there are too many variables. At least by then, even if Hydra still cannot become a sixth-level rank, his contracted heads will definitely be complete, and the empire will be completely controlled by him. The current chaos is our only chance."

Mu listened silently to the words of the bishops. In fact, he was also uneasy about the current actions of the church, whether it was the immature saint or the risky actions of treading on thin ice. But as the bishop just said, this might be their, the church's only chance in the past 800 years.

The independence of the North and the resulting war were enough for the Church to give it a try, and the arrival of Ivora, a monster who could contain Hydra, gave them no reason to hesitate.

If there really is a god, Mu would even be grateful to this god from the bottom of his heart for sending the long-lost Ivora to them.

"Then it's decided."

Mu said: "In the name of God, find a mission for the Saint that will allow her to leave His Majesty the Regent on her own initiative, preferably one that will last until the completion of the 'Tower'. Leave this matter to me, so don't bother you."

The phantoms of the other bishops did not say much and simply disappeared. Only two or three of them simply said goodbye, which was quite neat and tidy.

Mu slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The biggest worry in his heart was finally resolved, which made him feel a lot more relaxed. As long as the Saint did not deviate from her life because of His Royal Highness the Regent, there would be no major problems left.

His Royal Highness the Regent is still in contact with the church for the sake of ruling. The war has not yet begun, but the plan of the coalition forces is comprehensive enough. Even if the two leaders of the Khitan tribe join the war, they will definitely be restricted by their sinister plan.

Although Mu didn't want to see that scene, but... there is no great feat in the world that can be achieved without a price.

The sacrifices that the church has made and the lives sacrificed over the past eight hundred years are too numerous to count, and we should not hesitate because of the blood and pain we are experiencing today.

Mu looked at the Ouroboros statue at the end of the secret room, was silent for a long time, then bowed slightly, turned and left.

Mu left the secret room and went into the cathedral. It was the time for believers to pray. The priest on the pulpit solemnly chanted prayers from the scriptures. Silently listening to these prayers that he was so familiar with, Mu's heart was filled with emotion.

Once upon a time, before he became a bishop, he was just like the believers below, believing in his faith and the existence of God. As time passed, when the prayer reached his ears again, the meaning it represented was completely different.

He listened quietly for a while and was about to leave, ready to arrange a task that would keep Xin away from Anser. However, the moment he looked away, he suddenly saw a person...who shouldn't be here, and his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

His Royal Highness the Regent...Why is he here!

Soon, Mu noticed the simple perception-obscuring spell set up by Anser. It seemed that this Regent Lord was not looking for him, nor did he discover anything. He just came here simply to... take a look?

Mu hesitated for a long time, and finally left in a hurry.

The more he talked, the more mistakes he made. Every conversation with Anser was a test for him. He was testing Anser to see what he was doing here. If he dared to think like that, within ten sentences, no, five sentences, Anser would have completely tricked him.

Speaking of which... the Saint is not following His Royal Highness the Regent. What is she doing now?

*

Ansel sat in the last row of the believers' seats. There were not many people coming to pray today, and there was no one in his row.

As for why he was here, it was of course because the enthusiastic devil teacher, after pointing out Miss Xin’s problem, immediately set about teaching her what to do.

"I know you are very reluctant now, Miss Xin."

Ansher gently stroked Xin's head. At this moment, the Saint Lady was kneeling beside his legs.

"But it's certainly a good approach, don't you think?"

“…This is, blasphemy.”

Xin bit his lip, his face showing hesitation and unwillingness: "Mr. Devil, the church is a place to offer faith to God. I can't do this. This is blasphemy against God."

"Look, you're thinking that again."

However, Ansel did not stop his actions because of Xin's reluctance. Instead, he intensified his actions. His hand moved from Xin's smooth hair to her snow-white cheek, and then gently stroked her delicate neck. His fingertips slid unscrupulously over the plump fruit wrapped in the close-fitting silk clothes.

"Are you believing in your God just to satisfy yourself?"

"I'm not, I..."

It was just such a simple question, but Xin was completely unable to solve it with her self-regulating thinking circuit.

God does not require faith. Faith in God is the way believers spread God's glory.

She was born to fulfill the duties given by God, which was more important than anything else. If she put the faith that God didn't care about first, she would be putting herself first, which was equivalent to betraying the duties given by God.

But she could not sit idly by and watch God being blasphemed, which made Her Majesty the Saint feel extremely rare... a sense of pain.

But Ansel didn't care whether she was in pain or not. In fact, he quite liked the pitiful look of Xin who was struggling now.

"Why not? Believing in God makes you feel satisfied, right, and powerful, right, Your Excellency the Saint?"

The devil half-closed his eyes, feeling the comfortable touch of his fingertips, and chuckled, "But is this given to you by your god? Is it a reward from it? If so, doesn't it prove that it actually cares about your beliefs? It's not mysterious and lofty at all, but actually... very mundane?"

"If this is not the reward it gives you, then isn't it the same as you seeking satisfaction and correctness from this belief? You believe in it for the sake of this satisfaction. To maintain this belief? Even for this satisfaction... you have to put aside the mission that God has truly given you."

"And now you're still saying 'blasphemy' for your own sake." Anser looked down at Xin, who looked like a child who had done something wrong and was completely at a loss. "Aren't you ashamed of this selfishness, Miss Xin?"

The essence of faith is indeed an illusion created by believers in order to obtain spiritual comfort and satisfaction, but Xin is different, because in this faith, the church has added a more important... responsibility.

In other words, for the highest level of the church, for the bishops, Xin's "duty" is the truly important thing, and faith is just a means to bring out this duty and to rationalize it.

Normally speaking, Xin would eventually change his views on faith under the guidance of the church - unfortunately, that is normal.

Because Anser gave them an opportunity that they could not refuse, an opportunity that they would never have again in their life if they missed it.

Under Anser's questioning, the Saint looked so pitiful. She grabbed Anser's hand and begged, "I don't think so, Mr. Devil... How could I ignore God's will for my own sake? This is... This is an illusion, an illusion. I know, I won't say anything more. Please help me... Help me, please?"

Compared to the other three heroes, Xin's life is obviously an undoubted tragedy. Although she does not think so, from an objective point of view... her life is a life that is truly "created".

The saint who lived for her faith, duty and God, once she realized her contradiction, she fell into weakness and allowed herself to be bullied.

"I'm already helping you, Miss Xin." Anser looked at Xin's pitiful and helpless appearance, and the smile on his face became even wider. "Aren't I teaching you how to overcome your excessive care for God? Just do as I say."

"But, I—"

"Or do you insist on satisfying yourself, believing that the satisfaction of faith is more important than the duty of God?"

Xin said nothing.

After a few seconds, in this magnificent and sacred church, with all the believers praying devoutly, the saint knelt beside Ansel's legs, tucked her hair behind her ears, and slowly lowered her head.

Anser half-closed his eyes comfortably. He had never been very interested in Xin, but at this moment he was more interested than ever before.

This is really not good... The influence of the abyss seems to be getting serious recently.

But, it seems there is nothing wrong with it.

The devil thought lazily.

And what about Xin?

During the reciprocating action, the devout Saint felt deeply ashamed at the thought that she might be watched by God and that she was doing such a blasphemous act among so many devout believers.

But Ansel's words made her realize that this shame should not exist, it was her incorrect belief that existed only to satisfy herself.

Shouldn't be...ashamed.

Even in church, even under the gaze of God, even among believers, there is no need to be ashamed.

Her Excellency the Saint murmured this in her heart.

God doesn't care, he only cares about me. I can't continue to care like this. I have to do as Mr. Devil said, I should not care, I can't care... The most important thing is still my duty, the duty given to me by God, not the belief that God doesn't care.

Responsibilities...huh?

When her mind was freed from the entanglement of shame, Xin not only felt a lot more relaxed, but also discovered something that shocked her greatly.

Mr. Devil...had lusted after her! And it was very obvious!

"The devil... sir."

So, Ansher lowered his head and saw the saint who had been seduced by him into evil, looking up at him while mumbling incoherently.

It was a feeling that no one could refuse, a mixture of shame, joy, confusion, and expectation, mixed with the innocence of a young girl and the natural charm of a mature woman. There was a rosy gaze in those cold and noble saintly eyes.

"Aha……"

She sighed softly and asked carefully and expectantly:

"Are you...comfortable?"

At this moment, even Anser had to admit——

From a male's perspective, he had an irrepressible impulse towards this stupid woman whom he could not like no matter what.

Chapter 3: Blasphemy Part (K)

There was no need for Ansher to be stubborn about this. He readily admitted that he was feeling happy both physically and mentally. It was the first time he received positive feedback from the Saint Lady, so he worked harder for a full half hour.

To be honest, this was somewhat beyond Ansel's expectations. He never thought that he would be moved by the charm that Xin revealed at that moment, but it was not a bad thing.

Although Anser did not want Xin to focus more on her duties, at this stage, it was obviously more important to let her care less about God. To achieve this, the only thing Xin could rely on was the duties given to her, which were more important than life to her.

"Next, we will go to Kaixuan Port City and take a look at Miss Elalo's style of doing things. At the same time, we will help you, Saint, to have a clearer understanding of the concept of 'faith'."

Refreshed, Anser turned to look at Xin, who was still in a trance: "Are you ready, Miss Xin?"

"...Hmm? Ah, okay, I'll listen to Mr. Devil."

Xin subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and responded very obediently.

Anser could not hide her worried look, and the devil would not waste any opportunity. He slowed down his pace, walked side by side with Xin, and asked with a chuckle, "Still can't accept it?"

Miss Saint recalled the irrepressible shame that rose in her heart when she was in the church. She nodded subconsciously and said with some sorrow: "Even if Mr. Devil said so, I tried my best not to consider the respect for God, but I still couldn't control my emotions... If Mr. Devil hadn't suddenly taken an interest in me, I might not have been able to continue."

"Doesn't this prove that your untrue beliefs...are preventing you from fulfilling your duties?" Mr. Anser, the good teacher, advised earnestly, "You must correct this mistake, Miss Xin."

Xin's mind was still a little confused, but she couldn't find any reason to refute Anser. In the cognitive world built for her by the church, this unique loophole, which theoretically would not be exploited by anyone and would be filled sooner or later, was firmly grasped by Anser.

She only knew that this was indeed wrong and that nothing could stop her from fulfilling her God-given duties, so she fell further into the devil's temptations.

"I...I will do as Mr. Devil says."

The Saint Lady now looks a little pitiful. She is so overwhelmed by the shock to her extremely solid world. The only person she can rely on, or even wants to rely on, is the devil beside her.

Whether it was the white silk dress wrapped in thorns or the ethereal and noble holy blue eyes, these characteristics that highlighted Xin Chaoran's extraordinary qualities brought about an extremely strange contrast at this moment.

Who would have thought that such a woman with a mature and charming appearance and a pure and innocent heart, even though she appeared so fragile and pitiful, was actually a "messenger of God" who stood high in the clouds and judged the sins of everyone?

Anser thought that he was not interested in Xin, but because he was overwhelmed by the feeling of falling from faith and away from the gods, and was pulling her down from the sky bit by bit.

Passion is a good thing. It can ensure that Anser can create a spark that even fate may not be able to predict in all reasonable plans.

He patted Xin's head with satisfaction: "Miss Saint has one good thing, that is, she is humble enough, eager to learn, and able to admit her mistakes."

Although admitting mistakes was limited to matters unrelated to the gods, Anser's other praises were not false. Recognizing mistakes and learning in depth had been a recurring theme throughout Xin's more than ten years of life as a saint. This was a deliberate move by the church, but it also happened to be convenient for Anser.

If Xin is not a good student, no matter how much he teaches, it will be of no use.

Xin was indifferent to the close contact with Anser, and the obedience and love he showed were all to serve Anser's lust, but... just now, when he looked up at Anser and noticed the fleeting hot throbbing in those sea-blue eyes, Xin suddenly had an... indescribable strange feeling. So much so that Anser's intimate behavior now seemed to bring something completely different from the past.

She didn't know how to describe it - when Ansel repeatedly emphasized that she must not rely on God, must not believe in God for her own selfish desires, and must... not care about God, there happened to be such a person in front of her who needed her to do everything she could to "save" him.

When that moment, when the moment of not caring about God flashed through Xin's heart, she, who regarded duty as everything, seemed to regard her devil Mr.... as everything at that moment.

To serve Him, to please Him, to satisfy Him.

Such thoughts flowed through Xin's mind so naturally, and the success made Anser feel a hot feedback of temptation and charm, so natural and as if it was made in heaven.

But this is to fulfill the duties given by God, it is for duty...right?

The saint thought a little confusedly and did not tell Ansel about the wonderful feeling. She always felt that telling Ansel about this was not a good choice.

Xin just felt that he seemed to have gained a little more experience.

If...if I face Mr. Devil in that manner again, Mr. Devil will be...very happy.

Ansel had no interest in her, which was a big problem for Xin, but now there was a solution, which was a good thing. If it weren't for the contradiction of faith, Xin would definitely be very happy now.

No, I can’t think about faith anymore, I can’t… keep thinking about God anymore. God doesn’t care if I think about Him or not. He only cares about the responsibilities He has given me. I should continue to do what I should do. In order to solve Mr. Devil’s sin of lust, I must continue…

Go on, serve him?

Xin thought of the books that Anser had asked her to read. She had already gone through all the tricks in the books, but unfortunately all of them failed. But just now in the church, she only had to talk a little bit, and Anser seemed very satisfied.

Is it really a question of attitude?