System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"What were you thinking just now? So engrossed."

Saying that, Syl placed his free right hand on Ashara's shoulder.

There was an attitude that she would not let go unless Ashara explained why.

"No..." Archbishop Ashara wanted to say it was nothing, but Syl stared back at him with a look.

"You're still young, there are some things you don't know..." Ashara seemed very unaccustomed to being embraced like this, the overly intimate contact and the soft fragrance from Syl made her a little dizzy Dazed.

"I'm not young anymore... Maybe Syl can help me with what the archbishop said." Syl said that he was not young, but his tone softened inexplicably.

Maybe it was because he was facing Archbishop Ashara.

But Archbishop Ashara suddenly remembered something.

She remembered the blackening of the tentacles on her back when her form changed, and also remembered the ravings that kept deepening in her mind.

Ashara's heart trembled, she stretched out her hand slowly but firmly, and gently pushed Syl away.

"Sorry, Searle."

Ashara raised her head, glanced at Searle lightly, then turned and left. The corridor was brightly lit at night, but her back looked so bleak.

Syl watched Ashara leave slowly, and for a moment didn't know whether to chase after her to say hello, or just watch her leave.

【Love Saint】: "Hey! Chasing! You want to wait until the next season to chase, right?"

When Syl was in a daze, the words of Love Saint helped Syl make a decision in his heart.

But when he was about to catch up, Syl hesitated in his heart.

After catching up, what should I say?

Seeing that Archbishop Ashara's figure was about to disappear at the corner of the stairs, Syl didn't hesitate anymore, and rushed up with one stride.

As if hearing Syl's footsteps, Archbishop Ashara turned his head to look in Syl's direction, and found that Syl had already run in front of him.

"Wh...um—"

When Ashara turned around and hadn't stood still, she was pushed down to the ground by Searle's body that rushed over directly.

The two of them fell on the carpet, and there was a muffled "boom--".

Ashara opened her eyes wide, and looked at Syl who was pressing on her with some doubts.

It seemed that she hadn't expected that Syl, who was usually pure and weak, would directly throw herself to the ground with all her strength.

"Sier?" The archbishop tried to get up, but his body was tightly pressed by Syl.

Syl's hair hung down, and the tips of the hair lightly touched Archbishop Ashara's face.

"Archbishop," Syl looked at Ashara, and said softly, "Although I don't know what you've been through...but I still don't like that you are hiding it from me and bearing it alone."

"So, this is punishment."

Syl supported Ashara's shoulders with both hands, slowly bent down, and pressed her soft lips tightly on Ashara's lips.

Syl didn't try to use his tongue to penetrate more excessively, but took Ashara's lower lip in his mouth, and bit it lightly with his teeth, as if this was Syl's punishment for Ashara.

Ashara seemed to have finally realized that the current atmosphere was not right, she turned her head aside vigorously, and stopped looking at Syl, her eyes were tightly closed, and a rare blush appeared on her face.

Who can resist this tempting scene?

But Seale held on.

"The Archbishop," Syl slowly stretched out his left hand, pinching Ashara's face, and pointed her head at him.

The distance between the two was extremely close, to the point where the tip of their noses could touch slightly.

"I hope that one day you can take the initiative to tell me what you are worried about, and please remember that no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

After finishing such a shameful and disgusting passage, Syl couldn't hold back any longer. She pretended to be calm and got up from Ashara's body, then turned around and walked towards the room gracefully.

But the moment she turned around, her face was already flushed, and I have to say, the feeling of pressing Archbishop Ashara under her body is really... there is no way to describe it in words.

Just great.

After calmly opening the door with a sideways body, Syl walked into the room sideways, and then closed the door... All this was to prevent Ashara from seeing her flushed face.

"babble--"

Entering the room, Syl finally couldn't help letting out a small strange cry, then ran straight and plunged into the soft big bed, covered his face completely in the quilt, raised his legs and lifted his robe, and couldn't stop Rocking back and forth.

Syl didn't know that Archbishop Ashara had heard her actions after entering the room.

Archbishop Ashara slowly propped himself up from the ground, sat up, and sorted out his somewhat messy clothes.

She listened to Syl's movement in the room, the blush on her face still didn't fade, and she felt that her heartbeat had never been so fast as it is now.

As for Syl's reaction in the room, Ashara's mind made up the picture of Syl being extremely shy in the room.

"Obviously, I'm shy." Ashara stood up, the corners of her mouth unstoppably raised.

After Syl's operation, Ashara felt the boredom in her heart dissipated, and the rambling side effects also subsided a little.

Whether it is any cute move or kiss of Syl, it is more useful than all kinds of holy medicine in the church.

At least Ashara felt so now.

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PS:

Ahhhhh! ! !It's not over yet! ! !Going to eat the keyboard...

Can we talk about it and change the keyboard to a keyboard-flavored cake... oh no, a cake-flavored keyboard?

Also, why are comments closed again!I'm going to die if I can't see the post! ! !

feature film -

[1. The wages paid by the counterfeit money factory to employees are actually real money! 】

[2. "There's a lot of water in this little thing." The emergency repairman said to the fire hydrant spraying water. 】

[3. Autopsy result: he is not dead yet]

Good morning, count the tickets for the children, so that the children will no longer be alone in the days when there is no time to post... As for the matter of owed changes, I will ask everyone for their opinions after there is time to post …

Chapter 180, Chapter 170, Prelude to the Crowning Ceremony (4000-word chapter)

【Love Saint】: "You... oh... forget it... just as long as you like it..."

Hearing the love saint talking to himself, Searle cheered in his heart as if he couldn't wait to find someone to share with him:

"I kissed her again! I pushed her down!"

After finishing speaking, Searle rolled on the bed, as if he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart.

[Love Saint]: "Well... yes, you are amazing."

Love Saint's voice was flat without any waves, it felt like he was reading with a script.

But Syl doesn't care about these now, and is still happy.

After the excitement passed, Syl calmed down and recalled what he did tonight.

Today Searle not only defeated two Tier 4 opponents with a "slight" advantage of 2v[-], but also divided his troops into four groups, and gave medicine to more than a dozen inner ghosts in one night.

Everything is going really well tonight...except for some gentle lady who says "can you please don't draw my blood...".

The only thing that made Syl feel a little worried was Ashara's thoughtful and worried expression when walking.

Ashara rarely showed her emotions on the surface, as long as she showed her emotions on her face, it meant that a certain emotion had reached a critical value.

What is it that Ashara is worried about?

Does this have anything to do with Archbishop Ashara running for Pope?After all, Syl couldn't understand why Archbishop Ashara suddenly ran for Pope.

This kind of thing can only be said by the archbishop himself.

However, Syl is very confident that as time goes by and the relationship between the two becomes closer, the archbishop is sure that Syl will know what she is worried about.

"Emotions, don't be in a hurry~" Syl rolled over and got out of bed, ready to go to the bathroom to wash off his tiredness from the whole day.

After washing up, Syl lay down on the bed and fell asleep in seconds. When she woke up the next day, she was greeted with an emergency rehearsal for the crowning ceremony.

Searle barely found time to be outside the next day.

Almost the whole day was spent by the nuns of the Sacrament and Liturgy Department fiddling with styles, and reminding them of precautions and familiarizing themselves with the process.

Syl felt like a Barbie doll, dressed up from start to finish by a group of nuns with stars in their eyes, trying to achieve the most holy and attractive look.

Even the direction of each cluster of hair has to be carefully designed.

After working until the evening, I finally decided on Searle's appearance at the crowning ceremony.

Although it was tiring, the final effect was still there. The moment Syl came out after changing clothes, almost all the nuns in the Sacrament and Liturgy Department had their eyes lit up.

It feels like a female fan chasing a star.

After a whole day, Syl felt that he was so tired that he was about to lie down.

Saying goodbye to Ashara in a hurry, went upstairs to wash, and fell asleep.

Doing styling all day is really more tiring than Searle doing things outside all day.

Finally, it was the day of the crowning ceremony.

Syl was forcibly pulled out of bed by Annie early, finished washing with the help of Annie, and was taken to the Sacrament Liturgy Department in a daze for a new round of styling.

For Seale, it was torture.

Fortunately, after thinking about it yesterday, in less than two hours today, the makeup and clothes were completely done.

Syl also boarded the carriage according to the scheduled time, and rushed to the Cathedral of Hope in the Kos area ahead of schedule.

As for Ashara, Syl hasn't seen one face today... According to the procedure, Ashara must be carried from the Holy See to the Cathedral of Hope in a sedan chair, and must be watched by all the civilians on the way.