The supporting character's harem is very normal-Chapter 520: Arine and you?

"Is he the Holy Son you mentioned?" Rakka frowned and said.

Lathel shrugged, indicating that Rakka was right, but there was no need to be so loud.

Rakka looked at Lathel's expression and smiled disdainfully: "Are you afraid?"

"That's right." Lathel laughed and said, "If I weren't afraid, I wouldn't have brought you and my teacher."

Rakka glanced at Lathel, then looked back at Ikarys. Lilith was currently meeting with Catheryne privately, so there were only Lathel, Rakka, and Ikarys in this place.

Ikarys was bound by magical chains anyway; he couldn't run or fight back, so there was no need for soldiers to guard him.

Lathel wasn't worried either; after all, there was another more terrifying main character in this place; why should he care about Ikarys?

Rakka then walked up to Ikarys and said disdainfully, "Oy! Are you the Holy Son?"

Ikarys saw Rakka and immediately felt uncomfortable, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

A strange feeling appeared in his mind, urging him to kill Rakka.

However, Ikarys knew his current situation was not good, so he decided to pretend not to see Rakka.

SLAP!

Rakka swung his hand and slapped Ikarys across the face. Lathel was also startled by the sight.

He thought that Rakka was just threatening Ikarys or talking; he never thought that Rakka would slap Ikarys like that.

The slap was so strong that it caused Ikarys' face to tilt to one side; his blood and two of his teeth fell out of his mouth.

This was the second time today he was slapped; this time the wound in his mouth was more serious.

Just now, he was slapped on the right cheek by that royal soldier; now, he was slapped on the left cheek. His face was swollen on both cheeks, turning purple; on it there were still marks left by two hands.

Lathel felt surprised when he saw that scene, but then he felt amused: "Pfff! Rakka, stop hitting him; his face looks funny."

"Huh! His expression is too arrogant; I only taught him how to communicate with humans." Rakka said disdainfully: "He is just a dog after all; he must know how to wag his tail and listen to his master's orders."

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Hearing this, Ikarys gritted his teeth; he was so angry that his eyes turned blood red: "Bastard!"

As he spoke, blood continued to flow from his mouth, making him look like a monster from a horror movie.

"You will pay; I will…"

SLAP!

Before Ikarys could finish, Rakka slapped him again, causing another tooth to fall out.

"Oy! At least let him finish his sentence." Lathel pretended to be annoyed.

"Didn't you see his face?" Rakka said disdainfully.

"Hm?! What do you mean…"

"Yes, his face was swollen, but the right and left sides were a bit uneven, so I decided to hit both sides until they were equally big."

Lathel heard that and raised his thumb, surprise colouring his features: "Wow!"

"Don't praise me… I'll get arrogant." Rakka crossed his arms, looking indifferent.

Ikarys tried to grit his teeth… but he couldn't because his jaw was like a chessboard now.

"You bastards! Don't let me escape from this place, or else I'll… Ah! Ah! Don't hit… don't hit anymore…"

Ikarys saw Rakka raise his hand and immediately shouted in fear.

"Huh! If you talk too much, I might beat you to the point you'll lose your memory, understand?"

Hearing Rakka say that, Ikarys immediately nodded like a chicken.

Just then, a flash of light appeared in the sky, followed by a bell ringing.

Keng!

Accompanying the bell sound were countless concentric circular sound waves that slowly spread out, then covered the entire sky.

Those waves spread and disappeared, continuously following each other as if never stopping.

From the center of those waves, a chariot pulled by four white horses, with two wings like birds on their backs, appeared.

The carriage flew from the sky, carrying a divine and majestic light as it rushed down below, then gently landed on the ground.

Rakka frowned in annoyance when he saw this.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Rakka's expression, Lathel immediately asked.

"No, it's just… that divine light reminds me of something." Rakka replied.

Yes, he remembered the girl he truly loved in his previous life.

When she appeared, there were also countless divine halos; she was also extremely majestic and pure, just like a goddess.

However, that goddess betrayed him and was also the one who gathered his enemies to kill him.

At that time, he couldn't believe that the person he loved the most, the person he trusted the most, betrayed him.

But… Nothing like that will happen again in the future because he will not love anyone else.

His mind and heart were set on only one thing: to become a god.

After becoming a god, he will build a world of his own, without having to worry about being betrayed.

Looking at Rakka's expression, Lathel knew he was remembering a painful past.

In the system's description, Rakka was betrayed and then killed when he was just one step away from becoming a god.

The carriage stopped, and Lumiana got off the carriage. Today, she was still the same as the last time he saw her.

She still wore a white dress, and a thin white scarf was covering that perfect face.

Every step was extremely sure, filled with divinity and arrogance, as if the surrounding creatures were all maggots.

Rakka gritted her teeth, her face becoming even more uncomfortable: "It's really similar… so similar that it makes me feel as if it's the same person."

Hearing this, Lathel realised that the person who betrayed Rakka seemed to be a woman.

That's right; after all, women are the source of all problems.

But what made Lathel curious is… if Rakka takes revenge, will he kill her or let her go? Or… will they both realise it was just a misunderstanding and then get back together?

Lathel was curious, feeling as if he was watching a long-running TV series, and he wanted to skip to the last episode right away to see how the series would end.

Back to the present, Lumiana saw Ikarys's horribly disfigured face and paid no attention.

"Pope…" Seeing that Lumiana didn't care about him, he immediately shouted: "Save me! Pope, you definitely don't want that secret to be known by others, right?"

"If you save me, I will…"

SLAP!

At this moment, Rakka raised his hand, but before he could slap Ikarys, the sound of his hand colliding with his face rang out.

Rakka turned his head and saw that the one who had just slapped Ikarys was Lathel.

Lathel pouted and said, "Shut up! You have no right to speak here."

Lumiana didn't turn around; she just stopped walking and looked towards Lathel. She looked at him for a long moment, making him a little embarrassed.

'Do I still have the scent of a succubus?' Lathel thought to himself.

It must be known that succubi are a race that will leave their scent on the men they sleep with, like a kind of mark.

Of course, to the Church, a succubus is the dirtiest and most despicable thing in the world.

Maybe… Lumiana found out that he slept with the succubus; that's why she was staring at him like that.

"Are you… ready?" Lumiana suddenly spoke up.

"Ah! Yes, we can set off now."

"Good!" Hearing Lathel say that, Lumiana nodded slightly: "We can set off now."

"Wait!" Lathel suddenly spoke up: "I want to bring a few people, and Ikarys too; is that okay?"

Lumiana looked at Lathel, then looked at Ikarys and said, "Do you really want to bring him to the church?"

"Yes, would that bother you?"

"No…" Lumiana shook her head: "But… I have to distribute the carriages a bit."

"Hm?!"

…

In the carriage, there were no seats but only a soft carpet and a few small pillows.

Lathel sat inside, his back against a pillow while enjoying the faint scent in the car that made his heart beat faster.

This place was different from what he thought.

Lathel had expected the inside of the carriage to be quite stately, with nothing but white and two rows of boring seats.

However, this place was much more colourful than he thought.

It's Just …

"Excuse me, I want to ask a question…" Lathel suddenly spoke up: "Why is it just you and me in this carriage?"

That's right, at this moment, Lumiana sat on a cushion, her eyes fixed on Lathel.

The others were all sitting in another carriage; of course, that carriage was pulled by another monster, not a white horse like Lumiana's carriage.

"I'm not used to sharing a carriage with other people, especially with so many people." Lumiana said, her voice extremely calm as if she felt this was a normal thing.

"But… then you can let me sit with them. Why is it just you and me in this carriage?" Lathel asked in confusion.

Yes, this situation made him even more confused.

If he sat in the same carriage with Rakka and Lilith, it would be more fun and comfortable.

But now… he didn't even dare to breathe heavily because facing him was a terrifying existence, an existence that the entire continent feared.

The Pope!

Lumiana looked at him, making him scared. After a while, she spoke up: "It seems like you and Arine have a love relationship, right?"

Lathel: "..."