While My Mage Wife Grinds, I Power Up Idly-Chapter 59: The Despicable Bishop

The moment this crossbow touched his palm, Ashu felt the overwhelming aura of Divine Judgement radiating from it.

There was no doubt arrows launched from such weapon would carry extraordinary lethality against heresy.

But what constituted heresy?

To Ashu, anyone not devoted to the Divine Mother Goddess automatically became heretical.

Vikrant, that devout follower of the God of Deceit, perfectly fit the criteria.

"Let’s see if Vikrant’s escape speed outpaces my Demon Slayer Holy Crossbow when I get out."

Ashu temporarily stored the sacred weapon and sought out Anna. By his calculations, subduing the remaining thirty-seven devotees of the Deception God would require approximately a hundred more sexual encounters.

He needed to step up his efforts.

In his previous life, rumors claimed men possessed limited ammunition that depleted permanently after use. He could only pray the dual restoration spells from his Critical Return system applied to this particular function - lest Anna drain him completely.

Anna always yielded to Ashu’s desires. Whenever she recognized that predatory glint in his eyes, her porcelain-skinned body readied itself instinctively.

When Ashu led her to the attic again, he froze in surprise. The formerly cluttered space had been transformed - dust and debris cleared, cramped corners adorned with decorative objects. This had become their clandestine sanctuary for carnal pleasures.

"Anna... you did this?"

The woman shook her head with a secretive smile, gaze drifting past him. "Leia. You understand." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"That little voyeur actually prepared a themed gift for us."

Ashu chuckled darkly as he peeled away Anna’s blouse. The woman arched into his touch, lips curling mischievously as she called out: "Leia! Why not watch from up here? Can you even see properly from your dark corners?"

The predictable rustle came immediately. A furtive figure emerged from the narrow stairwell, only her head visible as she flashed an innocent, dimpled smile.

SMACK!

Ashu’s palm connected sharply with Anna’s bare buttocks, drawing a yelp. "That hurts! Careful or I’ll bite you..." she purred, rubbing the stinging flesh. "Maybe we should let Leia taste forbidden fruit too. Our little peeper deserves proper... enlightenment."

He’d known since the Cidi cult incident - Anna had long revealed Leia’s surveillance habits. The girl had been secretly observing him for ages.

"No objections here." Ashu refused to back down, though internally he prayed his dual recovery spells could handle consecutive sessions. Anna had thrown the challenge - retreating now would ruin the mood.

At his consent, Anna’s lips curved into a siren’s smile. She sank to her knees, hands guiding Ashu’s hips forward while beckoning Leia closer. The curious girl leaned in, fascinated gaze locked on the intimate connection between Anna’s cherry lips and Ashu’s manhood.

Then - swift as a viper!

Anna yanked Leia’s head down while thrusting her own prize into the girl’s unprepared mouth.

Instantly, Ashu felt torrents of Cidi Evil Power surging through him - exceeding even the energy harvested from two full couplings!

Could it be...?

"Does engaging in more thrilling acts, which represent deeper levels of unorthodox behavior, allow one to harvest greater amounts of CidiEvil Power?"

Ashu couldn’t resist reaching out both hands to gently caress Anna and Leia’s heads.

Obtaining Anna was akin to acquiring a priceless treasure.

Thanks to the psychological conditioning she’d received since childhood during playtime, compounded by her isolated training within the Witch’s Guild—where she’d endlessly revisited memories of those early years—she’d long normalized such behavior.

Had he stubbornly married Carol back then, he’d never have tasted this aristocratic luxury.

Overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, Ashu reached his climax swiftly.

Anna clamped a hand over Leia’s mouth, forcing her to swallow.

"Well? How was humanity’s forbidden fruit?"

Though tears streamed down Leia’s face from her gag reflex—this being her first time using her mouth—she nodded with delight.

"Ashu... delicious."

Ashu savored the surge of Evil Power. At this rate, after subjugating the remaining thirty-seven targets and repeating the process fewer than fifty times, he’d attain Evil Power mastery rivaling Midaldas himself.

...

Meanwhile...

Ten corrupted devotees of the God of Deceit successfully lured their remaining brethren into the city under the guise of celebrating a completed mission.

The Undead Legion lay annihilated. Soldiers swarmed the outskirts, cleaning up the aftermath. Corpses required immediate cremation or burial, but undead remains were deemed especially ill-omened, demanding urgent disposal.

Thus,

The thirty-seven infiltrators disguised themselves as travelers and entered Riven Township through the main gates.

"Brothers and sisters," declared one of the ten corrupted devotees, "our breach point lies within the Holy Cultivator Guild’s branch church. With the Kyle family newly ascended, we must let their fervor cool before corrupting them. This interim period is ideal for dismantling the Guild’s grassroots foundation."

As longtime devotees of the God of Deceit, deceiving their own comrades came naturally.

They all knew the branch’s rank-and-file members were feeble barnyard fowl—no match for God of Deceit devotees. Corrupting them would be child’s play.

"Well reasoned. All except that young bishop Vikrant warned about are fair game. Shall we wager on who can deceive the most, the fastest?"

"A wager? You’re on."

"Let the clock start when we cross the church threshold."

And so they transformed the corruption of fellow devotees into a gambling sport.

When they stepped into the Church, Ashu had just finished his third round—he was right at the point where he needed a break.

Anna wiped the sweat from her brow. With her twelfth-tier spiritual perception, she said, "They’ve arrived—thirty-seven Devotees of the God of Deceit. One of them is even stronger than Vikrant. I’ve marked him with a Magical Essence beacon. Be careful."

Ashu nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Naturally, he didn’t forget Leia either.

"Don’t worry. Worst-case scenario, he gets away. But with the Divine Mother Goddess watching over me, I’ll be just fine."

With that, he tidied his clothes and descended from the attic.

The thirty-seven infiltrators had disguised themselves well. The regular clergy within the Church didn’t suspect a thing.

They even mistakenly assumed the group was simply a second wave of worshippers and instinctively stepped aside to make way.

"Excuse me, Sister," one of the God of Deceit’s Devotees called out to a Nun. "We’re from out of town and aren’t familiar with the proper steps to offer prayer to the Divine Mother Goddess. Would you be willing to guide us?"

Ordinary Nuns were nothing like the Demon Huntresses—they lacked the strength and had no ability to detect heretical disguises.

Their duties at a branch Church were mostly logistical. Even preaching was left to the priests.

But now that she’d been approached directly, the Nun had no choice but to comply. Guiding newcomers through the rites of prayer fell under her responsibilities as well.

"Of course, everyone. Please come forward. Under the gaze of the Divine Mother Goddess, we shall begin."

The well-meaning Nun led the thirty-seven straight down the central aisle, step by step toward the front pews.

Following behind them were ten corrupted Devotees of the God of Deceit—and Audrey.

By then, Ashu had already come downstairs. Through the narrow slit in the backstage door, he watched the scene unfold.

Anna’s Magical Essence marker had already highlighted the strongest among them—a figure wearing a green hood, his face obscured.

"If you’re that strong, then let’s make you a little weaker first."

Ashu silently drew the Demon Slayer Holy Crossbow, retrieving a Demon-Hunting Arrow from his system inventory. All of it had been rewards returned by Vivita Taan.

Loading the crossbow was a quiet process, but even so, he held his breath, cautious to the extreme.

The archery skills granted through Vivita’s Critical Return activated at once—though it was his first time using the weapon, his hands moved as if it were second nature.

He took aim at the green-hooded figure. Even if the shot killed him, it would be no great loss. His main priority right now was making it out of the Church, not recruiting another Cidi Devotee.

Personal strength was a luxury—nice to have, but not essential in a crisis.

Thwip—

Ashu had absolute faith in the shot. After all, it was a gift from Vivita’s return. The moment the arrow left the bowstring, he dropped the crossbow and immediately began channeling Thundering Surge.

As a result—

To everyone else inside the Church, it seemed as if a bolt of thunder had cracked across the ceiling before anything else.

Shhk—

The silver-tipped Demon-Hunting Arrow hit its mark, piercing straight through the green-hooded man’s kidney.

He was completely caught off guard. He never expected someone from this so-called "holy" Cultivator Guild would resort to a sneak attack!

Holy? What the hell kind of holiness was that?

He was even more deceitful than the God of Deceit himself!

"Hhss—ahhh—!"

The man in the green hood howled in agony, immediately attempting to activate some kind of secret technique to escape.

But Thundering Surge was already upon him!

With his internal organs wounded, the green-hooded man simply wasn’t fast enough. The lightning overtook him in a blink, flooding across all thirty-seven infiltrators in a blinding arc.

From behind, Audrey and the ten corrupted Devotees surged forward, using the opportunity to strike. They crashed into the fray, serving as support to pin the enemies down.

The Nun went pale with terror. Ashu lunged in at just the right moment, shoved her toward the backstage area, and got her out of harm’s way.

Now—

With Ashu in front and Audrey’s group pressing from behind, the thirty-seven heretics were completely flanked.

Most of the God of Deceit’s Devotees were nothing special—barely above average. Only the green-hooded one still put up a real fight.

His hood had been scorched away by lightning, revealing a head of wild green curls.

Seeing that he still had some fight left in him, Ashu didn’t hesitate. He fired off a Water Bullet at point-blank range, blasting straight through the man’s thigh.

"Damn you! It’s him... that treacherous Bishop!"

The green-haired man cursed through clenched teeth just before he collapsed.

Ashu didn’t give him the luxury of further words.

He leapt forward, slamming his foot down hard onto the man’s shoulder.

Without pause, he summoned a blade from raw Magical Essence, and carved deep into the man’s back with ruthless precision.