The Hypocritical Holy Knight 113 Part 2

However, He Yan had no intention of establishing such an intimate relationship with a stranger.

If he really had to choose a Holy Knight to contract with, he would only choose Ambrose.

Originally, he had no doubt that the Commander of the Holy Knights would accept his contract. But in the few days before the ceremony, Ambrose had never approached him to discuss this matter. And today, up until now, Ambrose had not appeared at the ceremony site, and He Yan could not find him.

He Yan's gaze fell on the slightly plump back of the King of Delan as he turned to leave, and a hint of uncertainty suddenly arose in his heart.

Could it be that Ambrose really intended to let him contract with a random Holy Knight?

But—given Ambrose's petty personality that could get jealous so sincerely even over his own vinegar, would he really stand by and watch him form a contract with another Holy Knight?

The faint doubts in He Yan's heart had barely existed for a few seconds before they were shattered by the figure that unexpectedly appeared before his eyes.

The Commander of the Holy Knights, who had mysteriously disappeared for most of the ceremony, suddenly appeared at the bottom of the steps on the side of the viewing platform. With a pair of straight, taut long legs, he steadily stepped up the rough steps.

The gentle autumn sunlight fell on his hair, creating a halo of light gold on the top of his head. The high bridge of his nose cast a faint shadow on the side, and his deep blue eyes appeared even more translucent than usual under the sunlight.

But—

He Yan's gaze lingered on his handsome, charming face for a few seconds before shifting to look behind him, not finding any other Holy Knights following.

Very good.

Just like the King of Delan, this was another one who arbitrarily altered the process.

In the original procedure for establishing a contract with a Holy Knight, in order to save face for the Church of Light, the Holy Knights would usually arrange for a dozen or so knights, including the one pre-selected by the Holy Son, to come before the Holy Son of Light at this stage to await selection.

But now it was obvious that in this contract-establishing procedure, there was and could only be one candidate knight - the Commander of the Holy Knights himself.

Since the establishment of the Holy Knights, this situation had never occurred before.

He Yan: "......"

He originally thought that the King of Delan choosing to use a wreath as a substitute because he couldn't perform advanced light magic was already perfunctory enough. He didn't expect the Commander of the Holy Knights' actions to be even more brazen than the King of Delan's.

The moment the Commander of the Holy Knights appeared on the wide platform, the crowd below instantly erupted, including the ministers and nobles sitting on the side, whose faces also showed undignified expressions. There was even a noble lady who let out a scream, and her exquisite and gorgeous feather fan fell to the ground.

The people in the noble seats unanimously swept their gazes towards the King of Delan's position, but found that His Majesty's expression remained unchanged, still showing an affable and kind appearance.

Everyone present, including the common people in the stands, knew what it meant for Ambrose to appear alone before the Holy Son of Light.

-- This Commander of the Holy Knights was about to become the contract knight of the Holy Son of Light!

A situation like this, where the Holy Son of Light and the Commander of the Holy Knights established a contract, could only be recalled a handful of times when the Holy Knights had just been established and were still weak.

Later, as the Holy Knights semi-separated from the Church of Light and became more powerful and assertive, even the esteemed Holy Son of Light could at most only contract with a knight of the rank of Iron Knight Commander.

After the rules of two-way contracts were established and implemented, the Holy Knights who contracted with the Holy Son of Light invariably became ordinary knights.

Even now, with the Church of Light still in its glory, it was almost impossible for the Holy Son of Light to contract with the Commander of the Holy Knights, let alone that the Church of Light had just recently experienced a serious crisis, and its image in the eyes of the people had been greatly damaged.

This was really -- too puzzling!

But no matter how much the onlookers clamored in surprise and discussed, the ceremony on the high platform continued in an orderly manner.

As there were no other candidate knights, He Yan could only ask his favored knight in the ancient language imbued with the power of contract according to the normal ceremony: "Sir Ambrose Ace, are you willing to become my contractor and dedicate your loyalty and love in this world to me forever?"

The Holy Knight unsheathed the sword at his waist, placed it at the feet of the Holy Son of Light to show his allegiance, then knelt on one knee before him. In a low voice, he recited the vow representing loyalty word for word according to the records of the Contract Magic Book.

As the last syllable of the Commander of the Holy Knights fell, the bodies of the two were instantly enveloped in a white light. He Yan felt an intangible force coming from the void, engraving an indelible mark in his spiritual sea.

In this mark, he felt the familiar spiritual power aura belonging to his lover.

He Yan lowered his eyes to meet the Holy Knight's azure pupils, his pale lips slightly parted, but in the end, he said nothing.

When the white light dissipated, he extended his right hand towards the Holy Knight before him. This was the final step of the contract, where the Holy Knight would once again perform the knight's salute to him to show his loyalty.

This time, the Holy Knight took off the white gloves he usually wore, took his hand with his beautifully jointed right hand, and solemnly placed a kiss on the back of his hand.

......

After the entire ceremony ended, He Yan, with Ambrose following behind him like a guardian, exchanged some final pleasantries with the King of Delan, surrounded by the probing gazes of the noble ministers.

On the way back, he could still vaguely hear the people's discussions about this matter outside the carriage.

Ambrose sent him to the Central Church, but quickly left due to an emergency in the Holy Knights. However, before leaving, he looked at him deeply with those charming blue eyes and bid him farewell with a meaningful tone: "See you tonight."

This Commander of the Holy Knights was indeed a man of his word. After nightfall, He Yan was attacked again.

Only this time, it wasn't a faceless red-eyed monster that came, but the handsome and charming Commander of the Holy Knights.

"Sir Ambrose?"

He Yan sat on the bed, looking at him with a puzzled expression as he jumped down from the open window. Due to his crouching posture, the taut muscle lines on the Holy Knight's legs were particularly evident.

He casually hummed in response, approaching He Yan while taking off his coat. With a long arm, he tossed it carelessly onto the back of a nearby chair.

He Yan, like a truly naive Holy Son, got up from the bedside and asked, "Coming to see me so late, what is the matter?"

The corners of the Holy Knight's mouth curled up in a smile: "Of course it's a very important matter."

Saying that, he somewhat roughly unbuckled the sword at his waist, placed it on the table, then deftly unfastened his belt with one hand and threw it on top of the sword.

When he saw the Holy Knight starting to undo his belt, the simple Holy Son of Light finally seemed to realize that something was amiss, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

But it was too late. The Holy Knight strode up to him in a few steps, grabbed his upper arm, brought him to the bed covered with soft bedding, then mercilessly pressed his hard body down on top of him.

He propped himself up on one hand beside the Holy Son's face, and with the other hand, pinched his soft cheek, forcing the Holy Son's pure black eyes to meet his gaze.

The next second, his deep blue eyes, as deep as top-grade gems, suddenly became profound. The pupils, a deep blue almost black, were unexpectedly replaced by an eerie dark red. Then, fine blood threads extended from the pupils, like countless dense tiny tentacles spreading outward, eventually dyeing his entire iris into a pool of blood red.

The moonlight was unusually bright tonight. Under the illumination of the cold moonlight, it was as if the eyes contained flowing fresh blood, ready to devour someone at any moment.

He Yan was captivated by this pair of heterochromatic bloody eyes, and for a moment, he stared at them in a daze.

The Holy Knight asked in a slightly sexy, hoarse voice, "Prince Cecil, do these eyes seem familiar to you?"

He Yan: "...Mm."

Seeing his shocked and dazed appearance, the person pressing down on him grinned happily, eyes brimming with undisguised greed. With a nudge of the knee, he easily parted He Yan's legs and announced with a hint of arrogance, "My dear, tonight I shall bestow upon you a man's... coming-of-age ceremony."