While My Mage Wife Grinds, I Power Up Idly-Chapter 63: You’d Better Forgive Him

This time, Ashu was here to attend a gathering of righteous individuals.

So, he wore the Gem of Deceit on himself.

When the demon sensed the Evil Power Ashu released casually, its eyes suddenly cleared.

It couldn’t understand how a "luminous saint" could possess Evil Power.

"Who exactly are you?" It was scared. It was just a low-level demon from hell’s lowest bloodline, scraping by step by step to reach its current state. But Ashu looked like the exact opposite—undeniably some supreme, mysterious existence.

Fearful of Ashu’s unknown but terrifying background, the demon immediately began to retreat.

"Forget it. I won’t ask. I don’t want to know that damn knowledge," the demon gritted its teeth, unleashing the small amount of power it had been hoarding to restore the little girl’s body and soul. Then it slowly withdrew. "Let’s just pretend we never met, ’luminous saint.’"

"My name is Ashu. Remember it when you return to hell. I don’t mind having a demon friend or two."

"Ashu..."

The demon murmured Ashu’s name as it gradually disappeared beneath the ground.

Ever since becoming a "luminous saint," Ashu no longer had to worry about curses like ’true name summoning.’ Those curses had special power only over demons and slight effects on humans, but the "luminous saint" was completely immune.

Once the black mist in the room dissipated, the girl on the floor gradually started breathing steadily. Before long, she opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Ashu.

"You are..."

"I am a Bishop of the Holy Cultivator Guild. I have invited the Divine Mother Goddess to cast out your nightmares. Child, you are safe now," Ashu said as he lifted the little girl from the ground. Although freed from danger, her prolonged possession had left her body weak and in need of rest and nourishment.

"Child, child, my heavens, you’re finally awake..." Old Goth wept with joy upon seeing Ashu holding the girl, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you endlessly, Bishop Ashu. Your holiness is unique, your faith unshakable. You truly are a Saint favored by the Divine Mother Goddess."

Ashu handed the child over to Old Goth.

"Grandfather..." the girl whispered weakly.

"Ah, my beloved child, you’ve suffered so much," Old Goth said, pressing his forehead to hers as tears fell onto her cheek.

At that moment, Anna’s spiritual perception stirred. She warned, "Ashu, the Paladin squad is here—it’s that same guy from earlier."

Hearing this, Ashu’s gaze locked onto the Divine Mother Goddess statue hanging on the door. He grabbed it firmly, claiming it as his own.

It was originally brought by Old Goth to suppress the demon in the room.

Because the statue’s connection to the Divine Mother Goddess was limited, the Holy Light it could channel was narrow. Still, it was a statue of the Divine Mother Goddess.

Though not as powerful as the massive Divine Statues in the Church, with the holy scripture in one hand and the statue in the other, Ashu wanted to see who would dare confront a "luminous saint" today.

"I’ll go deal with them. Stay here and don’t move," Ashu said as he headed downstairs to face them.

Old Goth hurriedly called after him, "Bishop Ashu, I can keep them out as long as you don’t go out."

"No. I’ve had enough of being trapped."

Ashu rushed down the stairs. Just as he stepped off the last step, twelve fully armored Paladins poured into the mansion’s front gate.

Clad in shining silver armor, each bore the simple emblem of the Holy Cultivator Guild etched on their chest plates and helmets.

They formed two orderly rows, leaving a clear path down the middle.

Kakayather, now healed, walked in between them. He must have hired a skilled Cleric—the smashed fracture in his nose was set back together.

His knocked-out front teeth had been restored as well.

Only a few bruises remained on his face, marks that time would soon erase.

"Damn bastard," Kakayather sneered arrogantly, emboldened by the Paladins flanking him. "You’re finally scared now, huh? Hiding your woman away?"

He spat his words with venom. "If you just swallow your pride and let her come out to see me, I swear I’ll—"

Before he could finish, Ashu launched his attack.

Raising the Divine Mother Goddess statue in his right hand at a forty-five degree angle, he flipped open the holy scripture with his left, rapidly beginning to pray:

"Divine Mother Goddess! My Mother! In a world tainted by shame, I bear witness here—if Holy Light cannot punish those who desecrate it, then with my blood, I shall purify Holy Light!"

The moment he spoke, the twelve Paladins beneath their armor froze in shock.

This wasn’t a pleasant prayer—it was the equivalent of throwing down a gauntlet, challenging the knights to a duel.

This kid intended to fight them all, for life or death, to decide who was righteous and who was not.

The Divine Mother Goddess would pass judgment!

Who else dared to invoke the title "My Mother" like this?

"What the hell? Is this really the ’luminous saint’?!" the Paladins thought, utterly stunned. Even the famed Twelve Demon-Hunting Nuns didn’t have the right to use such a sacred prayer.

With the words spoken, hesitation vanished completely.

The twelve Paladins simultaneously dropped their weapons and knelt in perfect unison.

They recited aloud: "May the Holy Light endure forever."

They chose to obey the Divine Mother Goddess—that is, to obey Ashu. In other words, they would no longer side with Kakayather. They declared their neutrality.

Kakayather’s grin instantly froze.

What awaited him was a fist the size of a sandbag.

BAM—

The punch crashed brutally into Kakayather’s nose. The freshly healed bones shattered again under the force.

"Ah!!"

Clutching his bleeding nose, Kakayather howled in agony.

"I told you—every time I see you, I’ll hit you. Even if your father comes here today, I’ll report him for bad parenting!"

"Stop! Don’t hit me!" Kakayather screamed in pain. With no one to back him up, the twelve Paladins knelt silently like ghosts, unmoving.

Ashu seized the perfect opportunity, pressing the attack with a relentless flurry of punches and kicks.

Kakayather was completely defenseless, only desperate to flee.

When Ashu saw him bolt outside, he immediately summoned his Magical Essence and controlled two flying knives, slicing through Kakayather’s Achilles tendons in an instant.

"Ah!!!"

The tendon snapped—sending piercing pain through Kakayather’s legs—and he collapsed to the ground like a broken dog.

Ashu strode forward and stepped out through the front gate of the manor.

"You’re also a Devotee of the Divine Mother Goddess. How dare you recklessly court death again and again? Today, I will grant your wish!"

"Die!"

Fueled by anger, Ashu unleashed his flying knives, Water Bullets, and Thundering Surge all at once. In an instant, the knives whirled through the air, the Water Bullets fired in dense streams, and the thunderous bolts darkened half the sky over Kakayather.

All of these attacks rained down on Kakayather simultaneously.

He turned pale with fear and collapsed on the ground, too weak even to get up.

Boom!

The entire onslaught struck the front platform of Goth Manor, blasting a three-meter-wide crater into it.

As the dust settled, Kakayather was beyond dead—completely destroyed.

At that moment, a terrifying force rapidly approached from afar.

Even Ashu, lacking the gift of spiritual perception, sensed the violent surge of Magical Essence in the air.

Following the trail, he saw a figure cloaked in red robes, crowned with a regal diadem.

From the attire, it was clear this was Kakarim, the Cardinal of "Kakase."

"Oh no..."

Kakarim saw his son’s mangled body lying in the crater, reduced to a mere shadow of a man.

"No, no, no, no!"

His furious roar grew louder and louder as he fell to his knees before his son’s corpse, glaring fiercely at Ashu.

"You! It was you, wasn’t it? How dare you kill my son under the protection of the Holy Cultivator Guild’s ’Kakase’ branch!"

Anyone facing a Cardinal’s wrath would shiver.

Not only was Kakarim powerful, but his status was supreme—he could easily be called the feudal overlord of the region.

But Ashu showed no regret whatsoever.

He calmly replied, "Yes, I killed him. I cleansed this world of those who profane the Divine Mother Goddess."

Hearing that, Kakarim finally registered Ashu’s identity.

A young Bishop, the "luminous saint" from the town of Riven.

"So it was you... but even so, how could you kill my son..."

The Cardinal’s fierce aura dimmed slightly.

He shifted his focus away from blaming Ashu and instead sought to save his son.

In this world, there was a way to save a person within seven days of death.

The cult’s method was a large-scale sacrifice, hoping the evil god would retrieve the soul from the River Styx.

But that required the body—the soul’s vessel—to remain intact.

The righteous method was to plead with the Divine Mother Goddess.

Generally, for those who died unjustly, the Divine Mother Goddess would answer the plea and restore them to life.

Kakarim knelt at the gate of Goth Manor, ignoring his status and dignity, beginning an earnest prayer for resurrection.

His voice was filled with grief and desperation, even using Healing magic to mend the wounds on his son’s corpse.

However,

No matter how hoarse his voice became, no matter how completely the body was restored, the soul refused to return.

Cardinal Kakarim was stunned. freēwēbnovel.com

To hold this position meant he wielded considerable influence in matters of faith.

Yet even so, the Divine Mother Goddess denied his request?

No, something was wrong...

Kakarim seemed to hear a divine oracle.

"It’s you."

He turned his gaze back to Ashu.

"The Divine Mother Goddess asked me to seek your forgiveness. Hurry, forgive him—only if you forgive him will my son be resurrected."

Ashu sneered coldly.

"What if I don’t forgive?"

Kakarim’s face twisted in shock, his aura suddenly turning deadly cold.

"What did you say?"