The supporting character's harem is very normal

Chapter 485: Hopefully nothing too terrible will happen to me

In the darkness, as Arine watched Barosik leave, her innocent and pure face immediately revealed a crazy smile like a little devil.

"The first step... was successful." Arine muttered: "Barosik, from now on... you will be a puppet in my hands."

"Holy Maiden." Suddenly, the man wearing a white robe appeared again.

He stood behind Arine, about five metres away from her, bowed his head, and said: "Do you want me to follow that young man?"

"Hmm?!" Arine glanced at the man behind her and said softly: "Did I make you feel scared? Why are you standing so far away from me?"

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and knelt on the ground in fear: "Sorry, Holy Maiden. I’m just afraid that if I stand near you, I will stain your divinity."

Arine glanced at that man, saying nothing. That man was so nervous that his body trembled uncontrollably. Even though it was a bit dark, Arine could still see that.

"Hahahaha... You are so cowardly." Arine suddenly laughed loudly: "Okay, go ahead and follow him. You must report back to me every day, understand?"

"Yes, Holy Maiden." Hearing that, the man seemed to be pardoned from his death sentence. He immediately retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

Arine looked towards the darkness, where the man had just disappeared. Her eyes were extremely scary, as if they were the eyes of a monster stalking its prey.

Then she smiled gently, her face returning to its innocent and lovely look.

Arine hummed a certain melody as she walked; the sound was extremely pleasant to hear. Her body also gradually disappeared into the darkness.@@@@

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The next morning, Lathel got up very early, prepared a little, and then left the castle.

His destination is not the academy, but the area that Claire is managing.

That’s right, she’s managing an area filled with homeless people and an anonymous church.

He had thought a lot about Claire worshipping him, and he realised that maybe... that wasn’t so bad after all. However, he knew... he needed to manage Claire well.

Worship is like a form of business; if not managed well with appropriate operating methods, the ultimate destination is collapse.

However, if failure in business is bankruptcy, failure in belief is death.

And the person who dies... is the god they worship.

Lathel remembered a very good saying, which is that people only die when no one remembers them anymore.

Maybe... that’s true for Lathel’s situation right now.

If no one remembers him or worships him, his final outcome is death.

Lathel sat in the carriage and sighed, feeling that his life was becoming arduous.

"Young master, don’t worry." Akna now sat next to him, comforting him: "Even though there are only less than a hundred people left there, all of those people are your loyal followers."

"No!" Claire quickly said: "God, you’re not at fault; I... I... just... I’m too useless."

Lathel frowned. He felt that if he continued like this, he wouldn’t be able to start working.

He glanced at Akna, signalling for her to go out. Akna did not know what Lathel intended to do, but she completely obeyed his orders.

After Akna went out, only he and Claire were left in this room. Lathel now stood up and walked step by step closer to her.

The sound of Lathel’s shoes hitting the wooden floor made Claire nervous. Lathel’s every step seemed to step on her heart, making her clutch her dress even tighter.

Suddenly, a warm feeling covered her entire body. Lathel’s voice rang out: "Stop trying to act like you’re fine; I know... you’re very tired."

"God, I... I..." Claire stammered. If Lathel had scolded or hit her, she would have felt more comfortable.

Instead, he was gentle, and this made her feel even more guilty and that what she did was all wrong.

"You are not alone; remember this well." Lathel sighed after speaking.

As Claire heard that, all her fatigue and despair felt like stones in a lake.

Her body relaxed, and her head rested on Lathel’s chest, enjoying his masculine scent and warmth.

At this moment, Claire suddenly realised... that God’s love was gentle and warm.

Lathel also didn’t let go, as he gently hugged her. Sometimes, when you comfort someone who is desperate and sad, you do not need to give any advice at all.

Maybe... They have heard enough or know a lot of useful advice. They just need a warm embrace to help them realise that... they are not alone; at least, there is still someone who can treat them gently, recognising their efforts.

Time passed, and more than thirty minutes later, Claire was startled and regained consciousness. She regretfully left Lathel’s chest, she stared at his chest that was wet with her tears as if she wanted to lie there again.

"Do you still want to rest, you wet cat?" Lathel said as he patted Claire’s head.

Claire pursed her lips, trying not to laugh: "God, you are really so gentle, so warm, that I can’t leave you."

Lathel slowly let go of Claire, shook his head, and said: "You are my first believer. If you leave me, that’s when I will die."

"God, don’t worry; I will never give up on you or my beliefs." Claire said firmly.

Lathel frowned at her. He didn’t know what he had done to make Claire trust and admire him to this extent.

’Could it be... was she hypnotised by Lusha or someone?’ A strange thought appeared in Lathel’s heart: ’But that is also too impossible.’

’Lusha seems to be the one who started it, but... is there anyone behind this?’

Lathel asked himself, then he shook his head and sighed, not wanting to think anymore.

After all, he is only a level 40 magician; thinking about terrible plots only makes his headache worse.

It was better to use the energy to think about how to grow his church.

’Hopefully nothing too terrible will happen to me.’