Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 100: My Holy Light Was Bestowed by the Dawnstar Pope, Not a Traitor!
Chapter 100: My Holy Light Was Bestowed by the Dawnstar Pope, Not a Traitor!
Chapter 100: My Holy Light Was Bestowed by the Dawnstar Pope, Not a Traitor!
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Exposed.
All because of a Memory Stone?
Lin Wei had never imagined things would fall apart for such a reason.
Shards of the magical device spun through the air, the last traces of wild, uncontrolled energy still crackling in their wake.
His mind, battered by the sudden flood of information, went utterly blank—a few heartbeats passed before he could even begin to process what had happened.
Three full seconds ticked by.
Only then did he force himself free from the suffocating tension that gripped the room.
No, this isn’t right. Something’s off!He knew the workings of Memory Stones—perhaps ordinary people rarely used them, but he’d studied their mechanics.
The principle was simple: the device used magic to scan its surroundings, then “redrew” those images, storing them within its core.
If one had truly captured what happened here, given his strength, he would have sensed the scan the instant it occurred.
Veya’s bluffing?
Of course she is!
He’d drawn far too much attention lately—far more than any ordinary adventurer should.
First, he’d resolved the goblin crisis; then, after arriving in the imperial capital, he’d displayed a terrifying mastery of alchemy.
And now, he’d even devised a strategy so formidable it could help the Pope outmaneuver the nobles.
Had that inept Pope finally realized something was wrong? Driven to humiliation and fury by his own incompetence, had he started to piece everything together?
Damn it! All he’d ever wanted was a quiet, ordinary life.
But he’d let his guard down—just a little—because Veya had coaxed him with a few gentle words. And now, the backlash he’d always feared had finally arrived.
“What are you talking about, Veya?” he demanded, forcing a calm he didn’t feel.
“I’m just Lin Wei, an adventurer from the Northern Countries. Maybe I’ve seen a bit more of the world than most, that’s all.”
On the surface, he looked composed, but inside, Lin Wei was in turmoil.
Even if he could prove the Memory Stone was worthless, how had Veya known what he’d said at the scene in the first place?
Could it be… there was a hidden priest present, someone using a powerful concealment artifact, who overheard his whispered words?
“Did the Pope suspect me and send you to threaten me?” he pressed, his voice tight.
“We’ve been married for years, Veya. For you to doubt me now—isn’t that going a bit too far?”
A cold, murderous intent flickered in Lin Wei’s eyes.
If he could just find the one who leaked the secret, he could silence them—erase the evidence, and everything would be fine.
He’d worked so hard to carve out a place for himself in human society.
If his identity was exposed now, the entire Empire would hunt him without mercy.
If it came to that… he’d have no choice but to flee to the borderlands. He couldn’t—he wouldn’t—let things reach that point.
Thud.
Five vials of amplification potion appeared on the coffee table, summoned the moment the thought crossed his mind.
Lin Wei recognized them at a glance—these were the very samples he’d brewed himself.
“Ah… You know I’m pretty good at making potions, right?” he said, trying for nonchalance. “Maybe I just got lucky—the quality’s a bit higher than usual…”
“Holy Light Stones with that much power? How much longer are you going to keep lying to me!”
Lin Wei stared, stunned. In his memory, his wife had only ever shown him two faces: icy indifference or gentle affection. For the first time, her voice was edged with anger.
Her beautiful eyes shimmered, rimmed with red—her guard was down, heartbreak plain on her face.
“Nerinette hid the Memory Stone under the table so no one would find it. It didn’t record any images, but it captured every sound. Are you telling me I can’t recognize my own husband’s voice?”
“I heard everything you said. I know you killed all the cultists at the scene—including Viscount Montoya.”
“And now… you’re still going to lie to me?”
Her words came out broken and hoarse.
Veya’s gaze trembled as she looked at him, her emotions teetering on the edge.
“No one else knows what’s on the Memory Stone. I’m the only one who’s heard it.”
“If you don’t want to tell me who you are, I won’t ask. If you don’t want to share your past, I’ll pretend not to care.”
“But… right now, I only have two questions. If you still choose to lie to me as my husband, then I have nothing left to say. Even if you kill me for knowing, I won’t regret it.”
She sat across from him, her sacred golden eyes faded to a raw, vulnerable blue.
She used no divine power to shield herself. She simply asked, word by word:
“Lin Wei… do you have anything to do with the Demons?”
“Absolutely not!”
It was only his voice—nothing that could expose his true identity as the Demon Lord.
Even if he’d gotten carried away in the moment, Lin Wei was certain he hadn’t let slip anything about the demons.
His mind raced, and almost instantly, he made the right call.
“The second question,” Veya continued, her voice trembling.
“In the history of the Holy See, there was a high-ranking cleric who betrayed the Goddess. He possessed the purest Holy Light the church had ever seen, and he was indirectly responsible for the former Pope’s death. Your Holy Light… was it awakened by him?”
Her hands twisted in her lap, knuckles white with anxiety as she forced out the final question.
“No. I don’t even know who that is,” Lin Wei replied at once, steady and unflinching. “The fact that I possess Holy Light has nothing to do with him. It’s simply because—”
“Mmm… Lin Wei!”
Before he could finish, Veya threw herself into his arms, her soft, trembling form pressing tightly against him.
He didn’t even have a chance to explain. The warmth of her tears and lips silenced anything he might have said.
All the composure she’d shown before collapsed. Veya clung to him, her voice breaking with sobs, desperate and raw.
“Don’t say anything else. Pretend I never asked you any of this tonight, okay?”
“The Pope… the last Pope died because of that traitor. If any cleric discovers someone linked to him, they’ll stop at nothing to hunt them down. But I would never hurt you, never. I could never lay a hand on my own husband.”
“We could go to another country, find a place to settle down. As long as you don’t use Holy Light, I can protect you for the rest of your life. I’ll visit you regularly, just like we did back in Aurens Town. Let’s just leave the capital behind…”
No matter what, she could never bring herself to harm Lin Wei.
All the resolve she’d built after leaving the Holy See, all her mental preparations to hunt down the culprit—collapsed in an instant the moment she saw him. Like a riverbank swept away by a flood, her defenses crumbled completely.
How could I ever hurt Lin Wei over something like this?
Even if he truly was connected to that traitor—even if he was a spy sent by the demons—as long as I can help him vanish from the capital, hide his name, and keep him out of these affairs, it will be enough.
As Pope, I can protect him for a lifetime. I will never let Lin Wei come to harm.
“If the ‘former Pope’ you mean… is the one who fell during the negotiations all those years ago—the one they called the Dawnstar, Pope Ostavi…”
A surge of Holy Light swept through the room, radiant and overwhelming. The sheer purity of it was staggering—a force even most high-ranking clerics could only dream of wielding.
Lin Wei gently stroked his wife’s hair, comforting her as he met her gaze and let out a helpless sigh.
“I really didn’t want to tell you any of this,” he said softly. “But you can rest assured—I have nothing to do with the so-called traitor or the demons.”
“As for the source of my Holy Light, it’s legitimate and recognized by the Holy See. It’s true, I didn’t receive it by bathing in the radiance of the Goddess Alicia, but…”
This wasn’t some lie meant to deceive her.
At least half of it was the truth—in substance, there was no real difference between what he said and what had actually happened.
“My Holy Light was awakened by the Dawnstar Pope—Ostavi—just before his death.”
“Back then, during the negotiations, I was just one of the onlookers, standing with the other adventurers at the scene.”
“So I met the Pope once, just before he died. It’s thanks to him that I managed to escape with my life… I never thought, after all this time, that it would still come to light.”