Lord: Starting with Biological Modification

Chapter 244: Chapter 239: Fabian’s Peculiarity

The footsteps of Holy Knight Connor echoed in the empty corridor.

He stopped before Fabian’s door and reported in a low voice.

"Sir, I have investigated using the Holy Words."

"That girl, Lina... her soul is cleaner than fresh snow."

"There is no trace of filth."

Silence came from within the room.

After a long while, Fabian’s voice, tinged with satisfaction, drifted out.

"Very good. You may leave."

Connor bowed and departed.

Inside, Fabian leaned his back against the rough wooden door and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fabian stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

The night wind poured in, and moonlight spilled across his gentle face.

He gazed at the moon in the sky, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turning up, eventually forming a silent smile.

Purity.

’What a beautiful word.’

’I’ve found an uncarved soul, a perfect blank slate.’

The child’s eyes, her timidness, the innocence she revealed in unguarded moments—they all replayed in his mind now.

Every detail brought him a heartfelt joy.

’I can guide her.’

’No, I will personally teach her, mold her into the most devout believer, the most perfect Saintess.’

The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him.

’I’ve finally found a purpose to pour my heart and soul into, an opportunity to prove to the Holy City that my path is the right one.’

But just then, another thought wormed its way into his mind without warning.

Fabian’s smile froze.

He slammed a fist into his own chest. The sharp pain made him double over, gasping for breath.

"Get out..."

He squeezed the words through gritted teeth.

’I hate this feeling. I hate this loss of control.’

Usually, he would use more fervent prayers to wash away this desire that stained the Holy Master’s glory.

Most of the time, it worked. But occasionally, the beast would bare its fangs.

...

Mia thought the bishop was definitely sick in the head.

Ever since that tin can, Connor, had confirmed she was "harmless," Fabian’s attention toward her had intensified.

Intensified so much that it made her skin crawl.

Most of the time, he seemed like an ordinary clergyman, gentle and polite.

He would make a point of bringing her a slice of bread spread with honey from the kitchen, crouching in front of her to watch as she ate it in small bites.

His voice was gentle, filled with an elder’s concern.

But occasionally, Mia would catch a flash of something in the depths of his eyes, something that made the hair on her arms stand up.

He would give her little gifts.

Like a small white flower that had survived the cold wind.

Or a little wooden bird he had carved himself with a small knife.

What made her most uncomfortable was when Fabian sought her out to talk.

He would have her sit in his room and tell her stories of the Holy Master.

Most of the time, he was like a patient teacher, keeping a safe distance from her.

He never touched her. He would just occasionally use that gaze—the one that made her scalp tingle—to scrutinize her over and over, as if confirming a work of art was flawless.

Mia sat on the small stool, her feet together and her hands on her knees.

She kept her head down, pretending to listen intently, but her mind was racing with curses.

’This guy’s definitely sick, he just hides it well!’

’What kind of normal person looks at a kid like that?!’

「Nighttime.」

Mia hid in a haystack in the stables and opened her small booklet.

She reported the situation.

Using the numerical code her master had taught her, she quickly recorded her observations from the past few days.

"Target confirmed. Displays strong possessiveness toward me."

"Usually maintains an excellent disguise. His gaze is wrong when no one is around."

"Assessment: subject has a special fetish."

She wrote the final line.

"He’s a complete and utter pervert!"

...

「Newly Town, the Lord’s Mansion study.」

The fire in the hearth burned brightly, letting out soft CRACKLES.

Kael placed a small booklet on Velin’s desk.

Velin opened the booklet. His brow furrowed, then smoothed out.

"Mia believes Fabian has a special... preference for her."

A classic, even cliché, script unfolded in his mind.

’The sanctimonious priest, the innocent orphan girl.’

He couldn’t help but sigh.

’So textbook. Why are church matters always so textbook?’

’But combined with my previous observations of that Holy Knight—the foreign organs amplify the host’s emotions.’

’A long-suppressed desire, catalyzed by the foreign organs, has twisted into a pathological obsession with a specific target.’

’That does track, logically.’

Velin’s original plan was to find some concrete leverage on Fabian, like corruption or a secret deal.

Then use that leverage to blackmail him into submission.

But now, Mia’s intelligence provided a completely new approach.

This wasn’t just a personal scandal that could be resolved with a simple dismissal.

If a scandal like this were to erupt in front of the believers, it would be an indelible stain on the church.

To preserve the purity of the faith, Fabian’s only fate would be a trial and the stake.

"In that case, let’s adjust the plan slightly."

Kael remained expressionless, but he had clearly understood his lord’s meaning.

"It’s time for those people you’ve trained to be put to use."

Velin thought for a moment. "Let’s call it the ’Gebewu’."

"This will be their first mission. Work with Mia and put on a good show."

Kael’s hands, clenched into fists, trembled slightly.

He knew that the secret force he had poured his heart and soul into building was finally about to make its debut.

"What’s the specific plan?"

"Fishing." Velin tapped the booklet with his finger. "Since the fish is interested in the bait, we’ll lure him into taking the hook."

"Find a way, any way, to make Fabian ingest ’The Last Knight’s Tournament’. Then, the Gebewu will work with Mia to record everything that happens next."

"However, before we cast the line, we need more precise intelligence."

Velin looked at Kael.

"Get a message to Mia. Have her assess from the inside how difficult this plan will be to execute. We need to know what conditions are required to create an opportunity for him to ’take the hook’ without alerting anyone."

He paused, then added, "Make it clear to her that to achieve this goal, the Lord’s Mansion will give her its full support in all her actions."

The study fell silent.

Kael looked at Velin’s placid face, weighing the gravity of this mission.

To have a little beggar, deep in the heart of the church and under the protection of a Holy Knight, plot a conspiracy against a high-ranking priest.

There were too many variables.

"Sir, this is..."

"I trust her."

"She’s been a spy for so many years, and now she has even earned Fabian’s trust. There’s definitely an opportunity."

Velin stood up.

"Go. Relay my new orders to her."

Kael bowed, his figure silently melting into the shadows outside the door.

The study returned to silence.

A good show was about to begin.

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