I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 246 Pope Ron Cannot Rise Again (Part 2)

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The supple palms slapped Pope Ron’s right cheek repeatedly. Although the force was not great, one could still feel the violent aura hidden beneath the volcano.

If you choose not to answer, or answer incorrectly,
Ron was convinced that this violent woman would shatter all the bones in his body and cause him a severe concussion.

It’s over!!!
He couldn't understand why this was happening.

Is being too popular with women a mistake?

"Well, we're all friends, everything between us is completely innocent."

Ron instinctively defended himself.

"Do you think I believe it or not?"

Her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and Olivia's delicate yet spirited face remained expressionless.

She first glanced at the exotic Afra, who was near the bed, and then looked at the witch who had not only seduced Ron but also herself.
Finally, their gaze fell upon the empress, who was adjusting her clothes and exuded an air of majesty.

One, two, three... no, there's one missing!
Recalling the declaration of independence that Ron delivered in front of her during her confrontation with Cyrus VII, Olivia thought of the white-robed archbishop imprisoned in the Stardust Order.

She initially thought that what Ron said was just some unspeakable thought, and comforted herself that this situation was perfectly normal for teenagers in puberty.

But who could have imagined that things would turn out quite the opposite?

These women are all so wanton and reckless; they just want to have children right away!

Snapped!
Thinking of this, the president sneered and slapped the handsome young man hard on the right cheek.

A tremendous force suddenly erupted, and the boy was soared into the air. Feeling the burning sensation on his cheek, Ron was overjoyed.

This is my escape route!
However, Ron forgot one thing: the women present were all highly skilled, and they would not let him off so easily.
An ice wall silently appeared behind him. With a "thud," the handsome young man crashed into the wall in a spread-eagle position and then slowly slid down.

"Little one, greedy and naughty children will be punished!"

Elena raised an eyebrow, still sporting her usual smiling, caring older sister demeanor.
However, Ron could still detect an unusual displeasure in her voice.

"You've seduced so many women, you're such a complete scumbag!"

Hey, what right do you, a lowly woman, have to talk to me like that?!
Ron's lips twitched, his mind racing with thoughts, unsure how to respond.

After all, you can't say it's because you're too good, can you?

That would definitely get you killed!
At this moment, Her Majesty the Empress straightened her armor and said in an extremely calm tone:
“Baroness Mark, if I remember correctly, your husband has been dead for less than three months.”

"In other words, you should be keeping yourself clean and chaste during this time, instead of going out in sexy lingerie to find men."

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Upon hearing this, Elena sneered:

"Yes, yes, yes, I was just unable to resist and came out to seduce men. So what is our King doing here?"

"Just now you said you had important intelligence, but suddenly you turned into a lewd harlot, and you even said you were ordered by the king and were not allowed to refuse."

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the king, the variety of gameplay is breathtaking even for a noble like me!"

As she spoke, Baroness Mark stepped forward, lifted Her Majesty the Queen's chin like a reversed celestial body, and played with it wantonly.

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became tense, and a gunpowder-like smell filled the room, as if just a spark could blow the entire room to smithereens.

Being wantonly harassed by the nobleman to the point of being insulted as a lewd and shameless woman is something no one could tolerate.

Catherine abruptly broke free from the alluring witch's grasp and sneered:

"A 25-year-old slut who has been with countless men has the nerve to flirt with a 16-year-old boy."

"Pah, that's disgusting!"

Faced with these exceptionally talented women, the Empress's only advantage was her age of eighteen.

However, such words are fine if said alone, but in this context they are like a group of people mocking you.

Women are often very sensitive about their age.

Even Olivia, who had been expressionless, and the snake woman leaning against the window, had extremely unfriendly gazes.

They were ten years older than Ron, a perfect example of an older woman dating a younger man.

The other one is over a thousand years older, so it's no longer a question of whether or not to date a younger woman.

Frankly speaking, as the only cult member here whose identity cannot be revealed, Afra should have kept a low profile.

However, being a coward is not in her nature, and besides, if these women are allowed to fight over Ron's ownership, the Matriarch's entourage may lose a great general!
This was a loss she, as the leader of the religious order, could not accept.

The tension in the room escalated again, and Afra glared at her, retorting first:

"That's still better than the Hainlet family, who can only live to 50."

"You're so despicable, is it because your parents died young and didn't raise you properly?"

As soon as he said this, Ron sensed something was wrong, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If he remembered correctly, the previous president of the Stardust Guild, Elena's birth mother, and Olivia's teacher, seemed to have died quite young.

As expected, Afra's retort stirred up a hornet's nest.

Even Olivia, who had been quietly watching this epic battle from the sidelines, couldn't contain herself and sneered:

"When did it become the place for cultists to speak within the Vatican?"

Elena, not to be outdone, completely disregarded their previous camaraderie:
"So you're a cult member. I didn't realize. Tsk tsk. But oviparous creatures probably haven't seen their parents before, have they?"

As for Her Majesty the Queen, she gritted her teeth and stared intently at Afra, activating her racial discrimination mode.

"The Kingdom of Oran belongs to humanity; alien races and cultists have no right to speak!"

In an instant, the study became lively. The four women were like the performers of a grand drama, making Ron dizzy and his brain buzz.

"That's enough, stop arguing!"

At this point, a real man is needed to draw attention and prevent the situation from escalating further.

After all, these four women are all of high status and special status. If they really start a feud because of a quarrel, the kingdom, which has just calmed down, will probably be in turmoil again.

Therefore, in order to save the world and maintain the peace of the kingdom, Ron had no choice but to sacrifice his body and feed it to these ravenous women!

What a heroic spirit!
Having made up his mind to die, he went to the center of the study, feeling that he should shout something.

"Stop arguing, or you can line up and come one at a time, I can manage!"

Ron believed that as long as he sacrificed a little more, he could surely resolve the conflict. He was concerned about scarcity rather than inequality.

In an instant, the Pope's study fell silent.

Ron, you're still as despicable as ever, knowing full well what's going on but pretending not to understand.
Upon hearing this, the black-haired woman did not hesitate and swung her fist, delivering a heavy punch to the blond man's head.

The boy felt an unprecedented pain surge in his head, and his body went limp to the ground as if out of control.

Before he could recover his strength, Ron suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold emanating from his wrists and ankles.

He quickly looked down and found that the pure, transparent ice crystals had firmly bound his body to the ground, leaving him no room to move.

Something's wrong with this setup!
The thought had barely crossed Ron's mind when he saw the witch's crystal-encrusted high heels press down on her chest, even grinding them quite forcefully. The alluring baroness glanced around, and seeing that the other three ladies had stopped arguing, she covered her mouth and chuckled softly:
"It seems everyone is too eager to come; taking turns won't work."

"Having affairs with four people at the same time isn't something a good kid should do."

Under the tranquil and beautiful moonlight,

The crisp sound of whips, the pleasant sound of slaps, the muffled sound of fists, and the pig-like screams suddenly pierced the quiet night sky.

Ron ultimately took responsibility for everything, preventing further conflict in the kingdom.

Well done. — Faintly, the holy light outside the window seemed to be giving the man a thumbs up.

after an hour--

Ron, who had been brutally violated, got up from the ground.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying!

He gasped for breath, barely managing to lean against the wall, his eyes vacant as he stared at the four women in front of him.

Good news! He has quietly resolved a conflict that affected the entire kingdom.

The bad news is that these women seem to only agree on the matter of beating him up; their wariness of each other hasn't lessened at all.

With her beautiful fox-like eyes glancing at her fickle subordinate, Olivia remained expressionless. The powerful aura emanating from her seemed to declare her status, making everyone in the room feel suffocated.

She walked to the Pope's throne, casually crossed her legs on the table, and said coldly:
"Ron, get over here right now and tell me what this cult is all about."

"Okay, President!"

Having just finished a round of gang fighting, Ron, like an old man, eagerly stepped forward.

To be honest, most of his injuries were inflicted by Olivia. The other three women were just venting their emotions, and they didn't cause much harm to Ron, who was thick-skinned.

A moment later, as Ron explained, recounted his experiences in the Deep World, and speculated about the "Mother of Compassion," Olivia's forehead twitched violently.

The deity has gone mad. The upright god has been transformed into the reversed god. This involves secrets from countless years ago. An attempt is being made to restore this deity to normalcy.
The president remained silent for a moment, said nothing, and then pushed open the door to the study.

Just as her figure was about to disappear through the crack in the door, the black-haired woman suddenly turned around and said in a cold voice:
"Ron, I'm waiting for your report on today's events. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, hmph!"

boom--

The study door slammed shut, and the blond boy seemed to have already foreseen his inevitable doom.

"Hmph~ Little one, don't worry, Olivia has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. If you say a few nice words, she might let you off the hook."

Elena first rubbed the blond hair that was covered in bumps, then teased Olivia, pushed open the door, and chased after her.

Only three people remained in the large study.

Miss Snake glanced at Catherine, who was silently observing her, and her tail tip twitched.

"I'll remember your suggestion, and don't forget what you promised me!"

Without a word, her emerald green snake tail once again sprang like a spring and leaped out of the window.

We're finally safe.
Ron was filled with emotion, and all the muscles in his body suddenly relaxed.

In his mind, since such a thing had happened and the other three women had all left one after another, Catherine should also find a reason to leave quickly.

However, Her Majesty the Queen simply looked at him quietly, and then uttered a startling statement:
"That snake woman was probably an assassin colluded with Lyle."

Without doubt or question, it is a statement of absolute certainty.

Damn, how could I have forgotten about that?!
Ron's heart tightened, and for a moment he couldn't find the words to say.

"You don't want me to take revenge on her."

It was another statement, and those striking emerald eyes stared directly at Ron.

The blond boy's throat bobbed twice before he shut his mouth completely.

Ron wouldn't preach any grand principles, because that would be completely irresponsible.

In his view, right is right and wrong is wrong, and the two cannot compensate for each other.

Just then, a thick, rich perfume scent wafted from the front, and Catherine suddenly moved closer to Ron, her emerald green eyes fixed on him without blinking.

“Mr. Ron, I know what you’re thinking. You’re worried that the hard-won stability of the Kingdom of Oran is about to collapse again.”

"I'm also worried about that foreign lady named Afra."

As she spoke, Catherine's expression became extremely serious. "But you must understand, that's my father. I will punish Lyle for his mistakes, and I have also retaliated against the Vatican for being the mastermind behind it. As for her..."

Upon hearing this, Ron was already prepared to make Afra apologize and offer incense to the former king.

But just as he was about to express his thoughts, Catherine suddenly said:

"If you don't want me to take revenge on her, and you don't want the kingdom to descend into chaos, there's only one way."

"What method?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Hmph, he is my biological father after all, I have to pay more!"

"How about I temporarily put aside my revenge if you just kiss me?"

I'm sorry, Father, but this is all for the continuation of the Hainlet bloodline!

Catherine thought so.

???

Upon hearing this, Ron's lips twitched. He stared blankly at the girl who was so beautiful she seemed to have stepped out of a myth, unable to believe that Catherine had gone astray.

However, as a righteous man, Ron's greatest desire is to help others.

Without hesitation, he took Her Majesty the Queen's soft, boneless hand and gently kissed it.

"Is this okay?"

"No, no, I mean, you have to kiss my lips until I'm satisfied."

"Mr. Ron, you don't want me to start a war, do you?"

Her Majesty the Queen looked at the boy with a smile, then spread her legs and sat on his lap.

He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Ron's neck, pressing his entire upper body against him.

Even through several layers of fabric, the blond boy could feel that shapely and hot body.

He looked at His Majesty the Empress, who was almost touching his lips to his, and unconsciously swallowed.

As their lips touched, the handsome young man felt a softness and sweetness like cotton candy.
Catherine's aggressive and forceful behavior left Ron with mixed feelings.

The two embraced, lingering tenderly for over ten minutes, before Her Majesty withdrew her tongue, her eyes glazed as she said:

“Mr. Ron, you’re so cute. No wonder so many women like you.”

"If you're too greedy, you'll probably suffer a lot. At the very least, Her Majesty Olivia will beat you half to death."

(End of this chapter)