The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor Chapter 125: Divine Awarded Medal

"Cough, cough, Vice Chief Judge, don’t be like this, my wife and kids are here..."

Natasha’s voice was like a siren, waking Lynn up. He was enchanted by the fragrant mature woman’s body and actually forgot to push her away.

Right now, he’s at a family gathering; apart from Helena, all his wives are here, and the two little ones are also present. It’s really not the right ti for fooling around outside.

"Uh, then..."

Lynn’s act of pushing her away indeed left Cleia at a loss. She wasn’t good at this in the first place, and now being rejected in this manner, she couldn’t even feel the slightest relief; instead, she was flustered.

If he refuses to appreciate her charms, what other ans does she have to secure him?

No way!

Cleia suddenly shivered all over, sensing that Lynn’s hand, which pushed her away, was placed in an inappropriate spot — precisely where Sifrin wanted to slap earlier...

He’s not uninterested in her; it’s just that all the beauties he flirted with in the Celestial Destiny Empire are present, and it’s inconvenient for him at the mont to let the lurking mind-controlling demon real-ti control their thoughts, creating illusions to cover his flirtatious behavior.

He couldn’t bear to expose it like this and then have to strike out and kill all the beauties to silence them. After all, illusion is ultimately just an illusion; once soone senses the truth, even the best illusion has a chance of being broken.

As expected, he lives up to being a lust demon — whether he’s demonic is yet to be verified, but lust is for sure; not letting go of a single beauty, even pushing away a woman no longer desired, he still takes a chance to grope before speaking.

Speaking of which, is this really just lust? Being so greedy and wanting it all, is there also a trait of greediness involved? Such a big appetite, monopolizing so many beauties, is there a bit of gluttony too?

"Um, I don’t an anything else, just suggesting you take sothing to Akelie, so my wife Catherine doesn’t have to make another trip."

While speaking, Lynn started rummaging through his spatial ring for gifts, putting Cleia aside for now.

It was only then that Cleia noticed that among Lynn’s pile of wives, there’s Catherine, who is the niece of His Majesty the Saint Emperor of Light; how could this be...

Oh well, nothing can be done; although she’s related to the Light Church Court, she doesn’t cultivate light attribute power, thus unable to resist the magic power of mind-controlling demons.

How should I explain to His Majesty the Saint Emperor when I return...

Oops, after reporting, I should end myself; what explanation is needed? This should be Sifrin’s headache!

"Wait a sec... Oh, found it, here you go... Huh? Not this one, this one’s mine; this one’s for you."

After bustling for quite a while, Lynn finally flipped through his spatial ring to retrieve several items. With effortless fighting spirit, he almost handed Cleia a dal, reacting swiftly to replace the dal with a beautifully packaged gift box.

Yet at this mont, Cleia, who should’ve taken the stuff and left quickly, stood dazed and stunned, not reaching for the things Lynn handed her.

"That’s... that’s..."

Cleia’s face, originally very calm and indifferent, suddenly flushed red, fingers trembling while pointing at the dal Lynn prepared to put away. An esteed middle-upper level cadre of the Light Church Court, left stuttering inconceivably.

"Oh, this one? It’s called the Divine Awarded dal, granted by the Light God, saying it can serve as a voice for the deity. But I’ve never used it because Akelie manages things well; I don’t want to steal his thunder."

Lynn casually held up the dal, seemingly afraid to pinch it directly lest it gets dirty, while simultaneously giving the stunned Cleia a little lesson, lest she doesn’t recognize the treasure, thinking it’s so royal award.

"The Light God’s Divine Awarded dal..."

How could Cleia not recognize a treasure; there is one at her ho, although it’s ancestral, essentially having lost its true function.

This thing is actually bound with a person, usable only by the one rewarded by the Light God, whereas the First Emperor of the Light Empire died countless years ago, rendering it rely a relic of sentintal value to descendants like Cleia and the royal family.

Never in her wildest dreams did she expect another non-dormant Divine Awarded dal to exist in this world, similarly granted by the supre Light God.

Cleia has seen the Divine Awarded dal at the Imperial Palace countless tis, always viewing it as the family’s pride. Despite being a true god’s descendant, only the royal families of Light and Sunset Empires possess a circulating Divine Awarded dal.

Even as genuine sons of the true god, there’s a difference in ability; re favor doesn’t earn a Divine Awarded dal — it’s reserved for those who’ve accomplished great feats in this realm.

"Vice Chief Judge of the Light Judgnt Hall under the Light Church Court, Cleia Windsor, pays homage to His Majesty the Miracle Saint Emperor..."

Upon sighting the Divine Awarded dal, all prior doubts, thoughts, even blatantly apparent flaws, turned into baseless guesses, into nonsense, utterly unworthy of ntion.

It’s no longer the one-knee proposal position from earlier; this ti, Cleia sank to both knees with a dull "thud" sound, slender waist bent, proud head lowered, silky smooth forehead knocked heavily against the ground.

Of course, she’s not bowing to so Miracle Saint Emperor but worshiping the deity’s agent, the spokesperson of the Light God — indisputably higher than the Saint Emperor of Light, the true Light Divine Envoy.

Screw Demonic Qi Perception! What bull conspiracy!

Her talent ability might be great, but does it compare with the Light God’s vision’s reliability?

Holding the Light God’s Divine Awarded dal, he is the world’s demi-god, the one second only to gods, the world’s master, the great Miracle Saint Emperor!

"Gugi?"

The snow eagle, inexplicably left aside, pokes its head.jpg.

Obviously, they were proposing earlier, how did it failed and directly beca a godparent?

It’s said nobles are playful, and since the master is of royal descent, surely the noblest among nobles. It being more playful than imagined is understandable...

Fed up with being referred by the snow eagle, Gugi’s no longer interested in responding, realizing the counterpart isn’t marking it but that their hoarse voice naturally calls it this way.

"Uh... Big sister, you kneeled down like that, what should I do?"

Sifrin stands innocently aside, unable to comprehend Cleia’s reaction; just look, it made her break into eagle-speak!

Really...

I’m not being a dog anymore, you take over.