The supporting character's harem is very normal

For the past day, Lathel seemed unable to sleep because Lumiana asked him so many questions.

Sometimes she even asked him what kind of woman he liked. Why did he like that kind of woman? And what kind of life did he want to live?

Then she asked about economic development, military development...

Of course, Lathel only answered vaguely; he didn't want her to know too much anyway.

Despite receiving superficial answers from Lathel, Lumiana didn't seem angry or upset; on the contrary, she asked even more questions.

Lathel was asked '1001 questions' by her, and this gave him such a headache that he almost fainted.

He thought Lumiana was the type of woman who was frugal with words, who would rarely open her mouth to talk to others, especially someone who had imprisoned Holy Son like him.

However, Lathel was wrong; she talked a lot and asked a lot of things. She was like a bird that had just been released from captivity.

As for the questions about this world, Lathel was really unclear, so he only answered lightly with 'don't know', 'I don't understand'.

Finally… this torture ended as the carriage reached the church.

Different from what he thought.

At first, Lathel thought the church was a giant church, more than a hundred meters high and several dozen square kilometres wide.

However, he was wrong.

This place is not a church but a kingdom. Although small, only a few hundred square kilometres, it has a lot of people.

In particular, the church is more than two hundred meters high, like a spear piercing straight into the sky.

The carriage rushed to the square located in the garden next to the church, then landed on the ground.

Lathel and Lumiana left the carriage and saw a group of people wearing white robes; they were all women, and they were holding long spears.

"Pope!"

They shouted in unison, then knelt on the ground, showing great respect.

Lumiana waved her hand, signalling them to stand, but they remained kneeling.

Lathel felt confused, but he found Rakka and Lilith carrying Ikarys as they got off the carriage.

"What the hell? Do you have to do this?" Lathel couldn't help but speak up.

Ikarys at this moment is like an ugly monster; if there was a horror movie, he would definitely be playing the role of the most disgusting monster in the movie.

His face was slapped until it was swollen like a watermelon, blood was still flowing from his mouth, and his eyes were covered because his face was so swollen.

"Tsk!" Lilith clicked her tongue and said, "Because he talks too much. He even said he would escape, and he even wanted to overthrow the church. Would the church really let such a stupid pig be the Holy Son?"

Lilith's words made the kneeling women glance at her; the murderous aura that emanated from her was extremely cold.

At this moment, Lathel realised that Ikarys was truly the 'moonlight' of the women in the Church.

Meaning he was the person they admired and loved, but they could never touch.

"You can go!" Lumiana said.

The women glanced at Lilith and Lathel, then turned and left in silence.

Lathel could clearly feel the killing intent coming from them, like a group of fanatic fans watching their idol being beaten up by someone else.

However, the Pope was here, so they did not dare to protest.

'It seems… Ikarys' influence is even stronger than the Pope's.' Lathel thought to himself: 'This is not a good thing.'

"Come on, I'll take you to the living room." Lumiana said, the whole time, she didn't look at Ikarus even for a second.

Ikarys was carried by Rakka and Lilith to an extremely large and luxurious room.

Lumiana sat on the sofa, facing them, and said softly: "You guys rest for a bit; later, I will have the servants take you to your private rooms to rest."

"Pope, do you really not care about me?" Ikarys spoke up at this moment.

Lumiana sighed and said, "Ikarus, you are no longer the Holy Son; you… have nothing to do with the Church anymore."

"Now that you are Lathel's prisoner, the decision lies in his hands."

"Pope, if you let me go, I can help you get that thing; otherwise… you will regret it."

Hearing Ikarys speak, Lumiana sighed: "Ikarus, you think too much. Whether I have that thing or not, I can still rule the Church well."

"Alright, you guys rest first; I still have things to take care of." Lumiana said and left.

In the room, only Rakka, Lilith, Lethal and Ikarys remained.

Lathel looked at Ikarys, frowning, and asked: "What are you talking about?"

"Huh!" Ikarys snorted in disdain, tilting his head to the side, not replying.

SLAP!

"AAA!!" Ikarys screamed miserably.

"Fuck!" Lilith shouted angrily: "My disciple asked you a question; how dare you not answer?"

"You… I don't talk to trash."

SLAP!

"AAA!!"

This time, Ikarys shouted even more miserably than before: "Hurry! Answer Lathel's question."

"You… even if you beat me to death, I still won't say anything." Ikarys gritted his teeth. ack, he no longer had teeth to grit his teeth.

"Ah! I won't beat you to death, but I will beat you until you are crippled, then strip you naked and hang you in front of the church gate."

"You…"

"Alright, no need to ask him anymore; I already know what that thing is."

"What?" Ikarys had an ugly expression on his face when he heard that: "You… you are lying."

Lathel shrugged, his expression extremely indifferent: "I don't need to lie. Do you think that it was meaningless sitting in the carriage?

"Then… Why did you ask me?" Ikarys stammered, "No! The Pope can't tell you about that; you're lying."

Lathel yawned, then sighed and said, "It's already unbelievable that you were dethroned from your position as Holy Son, so do you think there's anything 'impossible' in this world?"

Ikarys was silent, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Lathel.

"Even if you look at me, you can't do anything to me." Lathel said, his eyes filled with contempt as he looked towards Ikarys: "Now, you're more trash than trash."

"You bastard!" Ikarys said angrily, "Even if you know about it, you still wouldn't be able to sit still in the position of Holy Son for even a day."

"I will take revenge… I will make you feel pain…"

SLAP!

"AAA!!!"

Lathel: "..."

"I feel like the one feeling pain right now is you." Lathel said with a smile.

Lilith was, of course, the one who had just slapped Ikarys.

He also wasn't worried that Ikarys would be slapped to death by Lilith. After all, Ikarys was the male lead. If the male lead died so easily, then he definitely wouldn't be the male lead.

"Alright, Rakka, Lilith, you two stay in the same room with Ikarys, guard him carefully, and don't let him commit suicide."

Rakka shrugged, and Lilith smiled and said: "My disciple, do you want me to play with him all night?

Lathel smiled and replied, "As long as he doesn't die."

"Lathel! I will…"

SLAP!!!

Ikarys was knocked unconscious by Lilith's slap, and he lay on the ground as if dead.

"Ah! Sorry, that was a bit rough."

"Don't worry…" Lathel comforted: "He won't die; on the contrary… I feel like something will definitely happen tomorrow."

Rakka spoke up at this moment: "No matter what happens, I will still protect you."

When Lilith heard this, she hurriedly said: "Disciple, don't worry; I will also protect you."

Lathel shook his head, looked at Ikarys, who was lying still on the floor, and sighed: "Looking at the expressions of those women just now, I know… This bastard has more than one female power in the Church."

"If he wants to overthrow Lumiana, then the only nail is Lumiana and Arine."

"Do you suspect he will overthrow the Pope?" Rakka asked, frowning.

"Yes," Lathel assured. "With his personality and what he can do, it will definitely happen."

"That's why tomorrow will be very dangerous; perhaps there will be outside forces joining the war."

Rakka rubbed his chin: "It seems you are right, but what can we do? Save the Church?"

"Lathel, you should remember that the Church doesn't like you; saving them is no different than saving the enemy."

"No." Lathel shook her head and said, "I have a way; I hope you and the teacher will cooperate with me, that is…"

…

At this moment, Lumiana went to a secret basement. The place was pitch black, but she placed her feet accurately on each step.

A moment later, she came to a room made of monolithic rocks; in the middle of the room was a large pillar, more than two meters in diameter, on top of which were magical characters emitting a magical light.

Lumiana walked to the side of that stone pillar, gently placed her hand on it, and muttered: "Brother… Please don't be angry with me; it's all because you're too greedy."

The characters on the stone pillar flashed faster as if in response to Lumiana's words.

She sighed: "Brother, after so many years, you still don't understand what I did?"

"Perhaps… you should stay here a little longer."

…

The next morning, in the church's prayer hall, Lumiana was dressed in a gorgeous white dress, her face still covered by a veil.

Beside her was Lathel, wearing a white robe and a white hat.

He looked different from usual at this moment, full of majesty and divinity.

In the middle of the great hall, Ikarys was tied up, kneeling on the ground.

Lumiana raised her staff and said loudly: "From now on, Ikarys is no longer the Holy Son of the Church; I… in the name of…"

BAM!

Just then, a loud explosion rang out from the city wall, causing the entire church to shake slightly.

Lumiana frowned and looked into the distance and saw giant airships floating.

'That is…' Lumiana suddenly realised something, the murderous intent in her eyes clearly showing.

"Hahaha… The pope didn't invite us on such a happy day?"