Chapter 52: Brave Little Bull Fears No Hardships

Charge forward, Big Horned Bull!

Such advanced art was truly a bit beyond, Rowan's ability to appreciate.

In that single instant, he profoundly recognized his own shortcomings and deficiencies.

That was, when faced with certain special demands, he still lacked the requisite courage and perverse determination.

"A request like this is something I've never seen in all my life," Father Bain said with shifting eyes and a shrug, "To stabilize the demon within him, I had no choice but to force myself and suffer this grievance."

You call that forcing yourself and suffering a grievance? I'd say you could hardly wait to be happy!

Rowan gently shook his golden head and offered no comment on the matter.

Everyone had unspeakable fetishes, just as everyone had unreachable dreams.

That the "demon" possessing Eugene Yan could reach a consensus with Father Bain was undoubtedly a win-win situation.

There could be no more perfect ending than this!

The youth thought to himself in his heart, though the look he cast at Eugene Yan grew increasingly strange.

For he discovered that this gentleman's already pale complexion had now turned even paler, and the limbs bound by thick ropes to the four corners of the bed were struggling with vastly increased violence.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, washing away a patch of what looked like white paint, while he screamed like a madman:

"I am not possessed by a demon, I am not possessed by a demon!!!"

"Take this thing away, take it away quickly!"

Witnessing this scene, Rowan understood perfectly.

This, perhaps, was playing hard to get!

"Those possessed by demons always claim they aren't possessed..." Father Bain firmly steadied the holy rod, shouting sternly: "Demon, stop playing tricks! Come out of this child's body at once!"

At these words, Rowan actually saw Eugene Yan's expression change with delight.

At the same time, the man frantically exchanged glances with him, as if flaunting his inner agitation and excitement.

The youth gave a thumbs-up, flashed his little white teeth, and nodded to offer encouragement and support.

What are you smiling at!

In an instant, Eugene Yan's despairing expression froze on his face.

He had thought that by acting a little crazy and perverted, he could drive away these two people who had come to help him solve the "witch's curse."

Little did he expect that by acting a bit too perverted, he would actually encounter the real deal...

What on earth was he to do!

What on earth was he to do?!

His fiercely struggling body twisted with tremendous amplitude, causing the thick, carved wooden bed to shake violently as well.

Seeing the holy rod drawing closer and closer, and with the two exorcists in the room completely ignoring his explanations, he gritted his teeth, twisted his face, and shrieked:

"I want people to watch from the side, I want people to watch me eat it from the side!"

Good grief, he even wanted an audience!

Such a twisted and perverted declaration startled the youth into widening his eyes involuntarily, his body trembling and his small face turning pale.

The "demon's" temporary backtracking did not come as a surprise to him, as the other party's race was never known for keeping its word.

And at this moment, Father Mister had already sacrificed himself, presenting his most vulnerable vitals in exchange for the safety of the possessed.

The youth simply could not imagine what kind of devastating blow Father Bain would suffer if the "demon's" demand could not be met right now.

Rowan knew it was time for him to make a move!

Snap—

The crisp click of the door lock brought a cool breeze, causing the elderly priest to shiver three times.

The bedroom door was pushed wide open, and the first person he saw was the old butler who had led him in, poking his head out with intense curiosity from the edge of the door frame.

Immediately following him, the count's estate maids, valets, chef, coachman, gardener, guards, and family physician all poked their heads out from the door frame at the same time.

Perhaps because Count Yan feared an accident during the exorcism, he had deliberately summoned the servants to keep watch outside Eugene Yan's door.

Before Father Bain could react, the servants all drew in a sharp breath in unison and began pointing and whispering.

"My, how white!" This was an elderly maid.

"Indeed, indeed, and there's holy light on it too..."

"Aside from glowing, it doesn't look much different from anyone else's."

"I heard the priests of the Holy See vow never to marry in their lifetime, to think we'd get to see an old virgin today..."

!

A cool breeze brought a touch of chill; the old priest's one brave moment of extroversion had ultimately traded for a lifetime of introversion.

Being stared at by so many scorching gazes clearly exceeded his limit of endurance.

He looked at Rowan in disbelief, never expecting this treacherous scoundrel to be so viciously minded.

How could you possibly listen to a demon's words?!

Could it be that he had been waiting here all along just to hijack the assignment dispatched by the Holy See?

Although the Stardust Association and the Holy See constantly frictioned against one another in such matters, Father Bain had not imagined that Rowan would resort to such despicable, vile, and filthy tactics merely for the sake of merit.

This was a villain in the truest sense of the word!

Thinking of this, Father Bain hurriedly pulled up his trousers, put on a righteous expression to meet the guards who had already rushed over, and resolutely declared:

"Rest assured, nobody is going to get pregnant!"

——

In the end, Father Mister was carried out the door by two guards, and even with Rowan continuously arguing and explaining on his behalf, it was of no avail.

After all, most people were more inclined to trust their own subjective judgments.

A benevolent personality like Rowan's, capable of tolerating and accommodating everyone, was not something just anyone possessed.

"Those fellows from the Holy See are truly going too far!"

Count Yan, approaching fifty years of age, gritted his teeth, the look he cast toward Rowan now brimming with suspicion.

To speak frankly, as a count, he was hardly short of funds to lift the witch's curse from Eugene Yan.

However, the capital was always fraught with worldly entanglements.

The Royal Family, the Holy See, and the Stardust Association.

These three were forces one inevitably had to deal with to a greater or lesser degree.

As a proper old-school capital aristocrat, the royal family was naturally the faction they supported.

But nowadays, Cayden Heinleth III was growing frail, and Princess Catherine—the eldest daughter who held the greatest hope of inheriting the throne and had a prospective marriage alliance with their house—was still unable to stand and walk.

Meanwhile, the Second Prince, Lyle Heinleth, was thick as thieves with the Holy See, while the other heirs were either too young or had no connection whatsoever to the Yan family.

Under such circumstances, he had no choice but to consider many factors.

Seeing Count Yan's gloomy expression, and fearing he might be entertaining dark thoughts, Rowan offered repeated consolations from the side:

"Er, actually, just looking won't result in pregnancy..."

"Father Bain had no other choice and acted out of hidden bitterness; he is sacrificing his own body to appease the demon. Please do not misunderstand his actions!"

Hearing this, the corner of Count Yan's brow twitched, and ultimately he let out a helpless sigh and said:

"Investigator Gandalf of the Third Rank, as you have seen, the priests of the Holy See are unable to lift the witch's curse from Eugene. Now, my only hope rests upon you!"