This Priest Only Spares Strong Men

BL Guide

• Background/Genre: Western Fantasy

• Keywords: #PriestUke #SeductiveUke #ColdUke #ActingUke #SchemingUke #BluntSeme #GrowthTypeOPSeme #FormalSpeechSeme #Love-Hate

• Top (Seme): Cassian Arahon – A mere apprentice working at a local forge. He lived an utterly unremarkable life until, for reasons unknown, he captured the attention of the empire’s most illustrious figure, Olia Saperdo.

• Bottom (Uke): Olia Saperdo – The divine priest favored by Galias, the empire’s guardian god. He is currently scouring the continent in a desperate search for a hero to stand beside him against the impending cataclysm.

• When to Read: When you want to witness a handsome man’s love-hate relationship with a beautiful priest blossom into pure, unadulterated devotion.

• Featured Quote: “Cassian, my hero. I will surrender everything to you. Affection, devotion, pleasure… just name whatever you desire.”

This Priest Only Spares Strong Men

Synopsis

Priest Olia Saperdo is revered as the absolute strongest cleric and the most breathtaking beauty in the entire empire. Endowed with flawless talent, noble character, and peerless looks, he seemingly lacks nothing. Yet, he harbors a singular, gruesome secret.

He is systematically assassinating every single man who falls in love with him.

His goal is absolute: to unearth an S-rank hero and vanquish the approaching calamity together!

…The only problem is that this vast continent is utterly devoid of useful talent.

Four hundred and ninety-eight murders. Four hundred and ninety-eight regressions. Just as a profoundly exhausted Olia reaches his breaking point, an incredibly handsome blacksmith’s apprentice appears before him.

Cassian Arahon is absolute perfection from head to toe. This man must be the hero ordained by the heavens!

The warm smile completely vanished from Olia’s face, replaced not by disappointment or betrayal, but by a profound, hollow boredom.

Catching that chilling shift, a faint crease marred Cassian’s brow.

“Your Reverence…?”

Rather than responding to that anxious, wavering call, Olia simply pressed his fingertips firmly against the center of Cassian’s chest.

“Cassian,” he murmured.

“…Yes.”

“I never doubted for a second that you would be my final man. You were always so blindingly special.”

He would admit it. Olia had always felt a consistent spark of exceptionalism from everyone he marked as a potential hero, traversing his countless lives believing each one would ultimately be his last.

Yet, Cassian had been extraordinarily unique even among that elite group.

His gentle nature, his diligent attitude, his devastatingly handsome face, his breathtaking talent—every single element that composed this man stood fundamentally apart from the rest.

“But that specialness… was not the kind I needed,” Olia whispered.

“…”

Met with stunned silence, the beautiful priest delivered the final, devastating blow. “You are not the hero I have been waiting for.”