My evil self is completely unable to exert its power in the Zerg.

Michael was once again rendered speechless by Raphael's "holy words," especially the phrase "an innate and inseparable part," which left him dizzy.

Father is right, the tail hook is indeed an innate and inseparable part of the male insect...

Actually, you can't blame the little male insect. He did quite well. Even though he didn't seem very bright and put himself in a dangerous situation surrounded by females, at least he knew to hide his tail hook in his sock...

It's still too dangerous. A male insect this naive, ignorant, and foolish will inevitably get himself into trouble sooner or later. This little idiot is completely oblivious to his situation. The only safe place is to confine him to the quiet chamber of the sanctuary. That way, even if he wanted to leave his stinger outside, he could…

Michael's breathing became heavier.

The judge's icy blue eyes were fixed on Raphael's hand resting on Su Tang's back, then on Su Tang's legs, which were now hidden from view by Raphael's figure. An indescribable bitterness and frustration instantly overwhelmed his forced rationality.

"Holy Throne! This is inappropriate..." The usually calm and self-disciplined female insect almost lost her composure and wanted to take a step forward.

"Alright, Michael." Raphael's voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable force, like an invisible barrier standing in front of Michael.

"The somber atmosphere of the courtroom seems to have lingered on you. Go and cleanse yourself in the sacred spring first. Your sermons, Lady Sweetie, have their own set of rules."

Michael froze, all his words stuck in his throat.

He sensed an irresistible majesty beneath Raphael's seemingly gentle gaze.

Judge Binglan glanced at the little cultivator, who was being protected by his father and whose face was only half visible and a glimpse of his pure white dress, with complicated emotions in his eyes. There was resentment, anger, and a trace of grievance that even he himself did not realize.

He turned around abruptly, his coat hem flashing an angry arc in the air, and hurried away, his back view even appearing somewhat disheveled.

"Michael, my child," His Holiness the Pope sighed, "Your Highness still needs your help and guidance; you must familiarize yourself with his ways as soon as possible."

By the time he finished speaking, Michael's robes had disappeared. But judging from his lighter steps, he must have taken it all to heart.

Su Tang had no idea what the two were talking about. From the moment he entered, he was worried that his "devilish" little tail would be discovered.

However, it seems that the judge did not notice his little tail hook, but was only dissatisfied with the accessories he was wearing.

Su Tang glared angrily at Michael's retreating figure, her amber eyes brimming with tears.

The little male was very aggrieved. What did he mean by "inappropriate attire"? It was clearly clothes and accessories issued by their church, and he was just wearing them. If anything was inappropriate, it was this damned Origin Church that was inappropriate!

Why should he be punished for the mistakes made by their Origin God Cult? Why should his qualifications as a novice monk be rejected?

But in any case, Su Tang was still glad that the unreasonable judge hadn't realized he was a little devil.

Moreover, seeing Michael being "easily defeated" by Raphael, Su Tang felt incredibly grateful for the Pope's "protection."

That's the presiding judge, isn't he? Usually, he's the one in charge of heretical trials within the Vatican!

Even the notoriously difficult presiding judge was easily fooled by His Holiness the Pope with just a few words! He even rationalized the socks and leg rings the Pope used to hide the little tail hooks. What an amazing teammate!

Heh heh heh, foolish Pope, not only did he fail to see that he was a little devil, but he also dispelled even the chief judge's slightest suspicion!

Sure enough, with His Holiness the Pope around, his corruption plan is secure!

Just as Su Tang was about to give Raphael a "thank-you" smile, a tall white figure appeared silently beside him like a ghost.

Glahide's face, covered by white silk, was "gazing" at him—or more accurately, "gazing" at the area where the tail hook was wrapped around him, which was covered by his skirt.

Su Tang froze instantly under that invisible gaze, her hair standing on end.

"What are you doing! What are you looking at?!"

He even forgot that Glahad's eyes were covered with a white silk blindfold, and subconsciously pressed his legs together more tightly, trying to hide the tail that might "cause trouble" more thoroughly.

Without uttering a word, Grahide simply turned slightly to the side, using his massive white body to completely conceal Su Tang's figure and his "eye-catching" leg behind him, blocking any possible gazes from outside the main hall.

The shadow cast by the tall female insect did not feel oppressive; instead, it carried a silent yet forceful sense of protection, a feeling only he could perceive.

The upright and compassionate knight was greedily absorbing the scent of the male insect so close at hand, his holy and resolute face showing no sign of the morbid satisfaction in his heart.

Raphael watched this scene unfold, his emerald eyes curving into a smile that spread silently like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, exuding a haughty, godlike indulgence.

"It seems that Grahide has been very dutiful." His Holiness the Pope praised gently, his gaze falling on Su Tang. "Your Highness, it seems that today is not a good day for preaching. The study of the scriptures requires undivided attention. Let Grahide escort you back to your meditation room. Tomorrow, I will prepare a new place for you to preach and select believers."

"May the wisdom of the Holy Father, like a gentle stream, nourish your heart, my... sweetheart."

"Ah? Oh! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope!"

"No need to stand on ceremony, you are all my children. In private, you can call me Father and Mother, just like Gladhead and Michael."

"Yes, dear father!"

His Holiness the Pope is truly a benevolent father; he is so kind!

Su Tang felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly picked up the heavy holy book and stood up almost simultaneously, her tail twitching as it was pulled.

Raphael watched with amusement as the clumsy male insect obliviously called him "father," and a strange sense of satisfaction arose within him. Even when he had attained supreme power, he had never felt this excited.

What an interesting child, so silly yet adorably honest, completely trusting and believing everything he says.

It should be noted that Glahad never overstepped his bounds and rarely called himself "Father." Even though he mentioned it many times, Glahad privately referred to him as "Holy See."

As for Michael, as the eldest son and the child on whom he placed high hopes, he was indeed a little special. However, Michael knew better what he wanted and would only call him "Father" in private. He was both a father and a monarch, and Michael would always remind them of this.

Only Su Tang, this little male insect who looks like a blank sheet of paper but is actually more clumsy than he appears, would take the test casually given by the one who wields the scepter as real without any reservations.

The pristine female insect almost lost her mask-like smile and let out a genuine laugh.

However, this time Raphael wasn't just being polite; the little male's cry of "father" truly touched His Holiness the Pope's heart.

Su Tang had no idea about the inner thoughts of these high-ranking priests.

He felt as if he had escaped another disaster, and now he carefully followed behind the huge white "insect wall" of Grahide, moving towards the meditation room.

Coming to his senses, he became arrogant again. As he walked, he couldn't help but turn back to the few followers who still clung to him, flashing what he thought was a smug smile full of "divine charisma": "Believers! Remember my words today! Be happy! Be comfortable! Be self-centered! And... don't be like that fierce, blond judge! See you next time!"

The believers stared blankly as the small white figure, tightly protected by the tall paladin commander, disappeared at the end of the path hidden among the flowers and trees. The lingering sweet scent in the air made their souls tremble, and they couldn't help but breathe in the same air deeply.

These believers didn't remember what Su Tang said at all; their minds were only filled with the following thoughts:

"The male insect cultivator... smiled at me..."

"That poorly concealed tail hook...was it intentional or a gift from God?"

"I really want to... touch it..."

The door to the meditation room once again blocked the view of the outside world and the tall figure of Gelahaid.

Su Tang practically pounced onto the soft futon, and the first thing she did was grimac and unleash her true nature in an extremely unladylike manner!

The little hook was tightly bound to her thigh by the very elastic and thick socks, so tight and suffocating that she felt like her blood wasn't flowing.

Now, he is finally safe!

Su Tang roughly ripped off the white sash that was choking him so much that he could hardly breathe, and then frantically lifted the pure white skirt, revealing the soft panties of the same color underneath.

Then, the young male insect hurriedly untied the garter belt and pulled the stockings down to his ankles.

With the restraints removed, the little tail hook that had been suppressed for too long finally sprang out with a "poof"!

"Waaah..."

Su Tang was so comfortable that she almost whimpered, and quickly bit her lower lip.

He turned to the side, feeling both heartache and grievance, and gently rubbed the shallow marks left by the binding at the base of his tail.

The tail was entirely black, yet it seemed to glow faintly, transitioning from the base to the tip in a gradient of dark gold. It had a smooth, delicate texture and carried its own warmth.

At the very top is a round and cute little golden heart-shaped point, which is now trembling slightly because it has regained its freedom, exuding a strong sense of grievance.

"You've worked hard, my good brother!"

Su Tang muttered to himself, gently tapping the rounded little tip of the tail hook with his finger. The tip of the tail immediately curled up sensitively, and he himself shivered slightly.

Tailhook had its own ideas and seemed very dissatisfied with this "holy robe". As soon as it was free, it severely tortured the hem of the skirt, and then rubbed against Su Tang's fingers in a flattering manner.

Su Tang, filled with righteous indignation, exclaimed, "It's all this lousy skirt's fault! Once I've successfully corrupted it and become the Pope... no, I mean, the biggest mastermind behind it all, the first thing I'll do is reform the uniform! Skirts are forbidden to have slits! No, I'll justify the little devil's tail hook! Then I'll tamper with the holy scriptures and say that angels are born with little tails!"

As he rubbed his tail, he viciously planned out a corrupt future for his name.

After massaging it for a while, I felt the soreness and numbness in my tail subside considerably, and my blood circulation improved.

After some effort, I finally managed to coax that little tail hook that had been feeling stifled for so long back to its freedom.

At this moment, the little tail hook, no longer feeling aggrieved, swayed slightly and then limply fell onto the cushion.

"call……"

Su Tang breathed a sigh of relief and calmed herself down, feeling as if the entire insect had come back to life.

The little male insect rolled over contentedly, lying on its back, its amber eyes gazing at the towering dome of the meditation room, which was covered with intricate patterns of stars and spiral symbols.

He lay there listlessly, his tail tip lightly tapping the ground intermittently.

A cup of perfectly warm floral dew, with a sweet fruity aroma, was once again silently handed to him.

Without thinking, Su Tang took it and gulped down several mouthfuls before finally lifting her eyelids.

"Phew... Thanks, Glahead."

Wait, Glahead?!

Oh no! When did he come in?!

Gelahaid was kneeling on one knee in the shadows not far from him, his face covered with a white silk cloth, seemingly "gazing" at him... and at the tip of his tail, which was dangling on the futon and swaying slightly in a relaxed manner.

Su Tang followed his "gaze" and looked down at her own tail, then at Glahad.

The other party remained silent, as if the subtle "gaze" from before was just his imagination.

"Gelahead...can you see?"

Su Tang nervously looked back at the tall paladin commander, her small tail hook, which had been swaying leisurely, was now taut.

"I'm sorry, sir. My eyes are blind for some reason... Has this offended you?" After a moment of silence, Grahide said softly.

"No! It's good that you can't see! No, I mean... it's a pity you can't see, but it's okay! I didn't mean to laugh at you!"

The male insect was so happy he almost jumped for joy, completely unaware that although Glahad was blind, his mental perception was extremely strong, and his proud, swaying little tail hook was almost imprinted in the female insect's mind.

Grahide maintained the most standard alert stance, his face, covered by a white silk cloth, slightly lowered, facing the center of the meditation room. The insect seemed to blend into the shadows of the wall, silent and still.

"Like a stone."

Su Tang muttered to himself, feeling an even stronger sense of security because the other person "couldn't see" him. He completely relaxed, even becoming a little smug.

The young male insect rolled over again, lay on the cushion, rested its chin on its hands, and raised its lower legs, swinging them casually in the air.

The freed little tail hook, as if it had found a toy, began to move restlessly, sweeping across the soft brocade surface with even greater amplitude, rolling up and unrolling, the little heart on the tail hook occasionally gently touching the cushion, making an extremely subtle "plop" sound.

Comfortable! Relaxed! The quiet room is wonderful! There's no fierce, blond-haired judge, only an "invisible" stone paladin, haha!

Su Tang even hummed a tuneless little tune, the tip of her tail tapping lightly to the rhythm:

"Pure~ Love Cockroach~ Hot~~~ Tonight~~ It's here..."

Glahead: "..."

The silent paladin commander was completely ignored by the little male insect.