I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 686

Chapter 68: Variables

After wishing each other goodnight, the two turned to their sides to sleep.

A kiss is the best response.

Perhaps that day is not far off for me.

Thinking this, Alice hugged her little dog plush tightly, lightly pressed her lips to the spot Roy had kissed, and sank into a golden dream filled with hope.

Next, all that remained was to take down the Saint candidate, assist her master, and stand proudly by his side, unmistakably beautiful, under his watchful gaze.

On the other side, Roy stared into the darkness, unable to sleep for a long time.

His heartbeat was still restlessly impatient.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to Roy.

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was already clearly aware of one undeniable fact.

He had no way of knowing Alice’s thoughts, but at least he felt a stir in his heart.

Yet, more than sweetness, the first thing that surged was a question he had never pondered before.

The “Destined Saintess” holds special significance in the church.

If Alice became a Saintess, she would surely be taken away from him by the Holy Light Church.

One person beneath, countless above.

It seemed beautiful.

But power and responsibility are always commensurate; the Saint, who carries the faith of half a continent, has never been as easy as it seems on the surface.

Moreover, what the Holy Light Church intends to use Alice for is hard to say.

Raising a little maid to become a Saintess in exchange for a bright future—was that really fair to Alice?

Was he truly willing to make Alice a Saintess, bearing all burdens for him?

That originally admirable vision now left the young man feeling lost for the first time.

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“I can’t even handle a mere maid, a Sequence 6 knight! What a waste!”

In some training ground, Levi shouted angrily, his face black as thunder.

The expressions of the other candidate knights were not good either.

Unlike Levi’s furious shout, surviving under the “Chameleon” showed that Roy and Alice were not ordinary.

This Trial would likely be tougher than they imagined.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take them down together,” Olaya said, pretending to be calm while flicking her hair.

Jay nodded, clenched his fists, and said boldly, “No matter how strong they are, they can’t take us all!”

The position of Saint had to be fiercely contested, but before that, it had become everyone’s consensus, except for Vysalia, to get rid of the White Harbor Church’s candidates first.

However, Levi’s face turned cold at this, glaring at the two, “You think I need to team up with you to deal with them?”

“Do you think I’m afraid of them?”

Both of them trembled and didn’t dare to reply.

At that moment, a hoarse voice came from the other side: “Isn’t it?”

“Otherwise, why would you expect lowly assassins to sort everything out for you?”

Levi turned back, eyes wide with rage.

Yet, under the overwhelming pressure of the “Sword Saint,” he couldn’t utter a word.

The gray-haired swordsman’s sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the hearts of men, leaving Levi nowhere to hide his dirtiest thoughts.

Rayo’s eyes sharpened.

In an instant, an invisible sword aura flickered fiercely, causing both Jay and Olaya to be thrown back in shock.

Only Levi, though half-kneeling, faced this pressure head-on.

His skin threatened to burst; veins bulged.

Enduring the “Sword Saint” sword aura felt like being pierced by a thousand arrows, but for a swordsman, this was the best honing.

As a swordsman, one should not pin hope on others but should carve a path with their own blade.

In this moment, Levi drew his sword, planted it into the ground, and immersed his mind, finally recalling the heart of a swordsman he had long forgotten.

Rayo merely watched him, face devoid of joy or sorrow.

Meanwhile, at some altar.

The “Son of Light,” Sang, also knelt before Simon.

The miracle child had lost his past gentleness and looked somewhat haggard.

Levi had yet to truly battle with Roy to determine a victor.

But Sang had, that day, under a sky full of divine light, shaken his confidence.

“High Priest, I don’t understand.”

“Is it Alice who is meant to be the chosen one? Then what am I?”

“What should I do…”

Since childhood, he had been taught to become a Saint, to bring salvation to the world.

This was the only meaning in Sang’s life.

Power, status, wealth, dignity—he could care less about them all.

Not because Sang’s character was noble, but because only the position of Saint was where his heart truly lay.

Now, that singular meaning was easily crushed by Alice, plunging Sang into great confusion.

Simon smiled softly: “Child, don’t be afraid.”

“You are the Son of Light; Alice is merely a test from the goddess for you.”

Sang suddenly lifted his head: “But…”

Simon placed a finger to his lips.

A pure magic array began to glow, and vast light surged forth.

Bathed in the ocean of holy light, Sang’s eyes gradually lost focus, as if being bleached by this overwhelming energy.

“In times of confusion, trust in the Holy Light; your destiny has long been set, and the Holy Light will guide you.”

With every word Simon spoke, he inscribed golden holy symbols on Sang’s body.

“My destiny has long been set; the Holy Light will guide me… my destiny has long been set; the Holy Light will guide me…”

Chanting Simon’s sacred hymn, Sang’s gaze finally regained focus.

No longer confused, no longer haggard, only a strange warmth remained.

“Thank you for your guidance, High Priest.”

“Rest assured, I won’t dishonor my mission; I will complete the trial bestowed by the goddess and ascend to the position of Saint.”

Sang spoke softly but with unwavering determination.

Simon averted his gaze: “Of course you won’t dishonor your mission.”

“High Priest?”

“Nothing, the trial is approaching. Go make your preparations.”

Once Sang left with confidence, Simon cast a look of pity at his back.

Though some errors had occurred, the trial itself would not be significantly affected.

Preparations for Alice were already in place.

The problem was that a variable made Simon unable to dismiss it.

Roy Ainbrad.

Without him, Alice would likely already be in their grasp, or at least a good cooperative relationship would have been established.

Though rationally he didn’t feel Roy could stir up any storm, Simon had never overlooked any minor potential risk.

Recalling the latest intelligence received, Simon’s smile grew intriguing.

“No wonder you were so quick to refuse; turns out you have this kind of relationship…”

The unknown can lead to errors.

By prematurely assuming Alice was merely the bullied maid, he had made an incorrect move.

As the “Intelligent Angel,” Simon would never make the same mistake again.

The following morning.

After the Saint candidacy selection and a half-month tour, the Saint Trial officially began.

Under the dawn, with the blonde girl still asleep beside him, Roy opened his eyes to welcome the inevitable turning point ahead.