I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 696

Chapter 78: The Battle of the Holy Sealing

Inside the Holy Light Church, the higher-ups were just as fanatic and aggressive.

“The ceremony for the Trial of the Saint is indeed flawless! What good are the guards, no matter how strong they are?!

“In the end, it all comes down to the competition among those chosen by the Holy Light. Only the chosen by the Holy Light can ascend to sainthood!”

“Don’t think that just because you’ve released a few miracles from that maid you selected, you stand a chance! You’re nothing but pitiful beings forsaken by the Holy Light…”

The people from the Holy Light Church in White Port, who had been suppressed to such a lowly state for so long, finally couldn’t hold back their voices.

A black-robed nun retorted loudly, “I wouldn’t be so sure! Just like Lord Roy defeated your candidate, Lady Alice might be able to do the same!”

“What did you say?!”

Tension filled the air inside the church.

Until Simon clapped his hands.

“Everyone, everything is guided by the Holy Light, and soon the truth will be revealed.”

“Why not take a moment to calm down and await the final outcome?”

A strange Holy Light turned into a gentle breeze, calming everyone’s nerves.

But still, everyone’s eyes were wide open, staring at the projection.

The struggle between the Holy Light Church of White Port and its headquarters, the conflict between the western and eastern continents, would reach a conclusion through the Trial of the Saint.

Ultimately, the Trial of the Saint hinged on the duel between Alice and Sang.

Unlike his perspective on Roy, the Sword Saint Rayo now showed evident interest, turning his gaze toward Theresa.

“Setting aside the merits of the Holy Light, do you really think that girl can possibly stand against the Child of Light?”

“……”

Roy was indeed impressive, but the Trial of the Saint ultimately relied on the candidates competing against each other.

Once the candidates stepped into the altar, the saintly guards had no right to interfere.

Alice wasn’t weak, but could she really compete with the top talent from the eastern continent, renowned as the Sword Saint’s direct disciple?

Filled with unease, Theresa didn’t know how to respond.

Not just Theresa.

Other than the loyal knights of the Lionheart Kingdom, the atmosphere of unease had already spread across the entire continent, overshadowing Roy’s victorious streak.

That day’s miracles were indeed astounding but only represented potential, not combat prowess.

Roy had a number of titles, but before the Trial of the Saint, hardly anyone outside the Lionheart Kingdom had heard of Alice.

In the Academy of Magic, she was just among the many outstanding students, falling far short of being hailed as a prodigy.

Alice’s name had never appeared among the brightest young figures of the western continent.

Outside the altar.

Watching the blonde girl resolutely step toward the altar, even Roy felt a twinge of anxiety.

For some reason, when Roy came back to himself, he found he had instinctively grabbed Alice’s hand.

In the climactic battle of the original story, at the destined moment of reversing fate, concerning the crucial point of the False King’s blood ascending, everything was right before their eyes.

But at this moment, Roy realized that none of that mattered.

For a brief moment, he even wanted to stop everything.

He had already done everything he could for Alice.

Raising her, training her, protecting her so that the little maid could arrive at the altar in perfect, even extraordinary condition.

Deep down, Roy even wished to clear everything for her, even defeating the Child of Light on her behalf.

In the end, it would still come down to her own strength.

Roy wanted to say something to Alice but found he couldn’t get the words out.

Teaching, encouraging, none of that was his true intent.

He simply…

The girl blinked and, in turn, grasped Roy’s hand.

“This is the first time Master has shown such an expression.”

“……Really?”

Roy forced a smile, touching his face.

“Is Master worried about Alice?”

“……Yeah.”

Despite saying so, it might make Alice uneasy, yet in that pure, azure gaze, Roy couldn’t hide his true feelings.

How embarrassing.

Having endured life-and-death crises himself, yet here he was, nervously watching Alice take on the trial…

Alice tightened her grip on Roy’s hand, gazing at him and softly yet firmly declared, “Alice will certainly win. And I will protect myself.”

“So—”

At that moment, Roy inexplicably felt that the little maid who had always nestled in his arms had finally grown up.

He watched the blonde girl lift her head and step into the altar, recalling the warm words from just moments before, Roy’s eyes glistened but broke into a smile.

“Alice will become your Saintess.”

Hmm, I believe in you.

Inside the altar.

The pure white altar was solemn and sacred. In front of the altar, amidst the embrace of countless pure white sacred flames, was an open arena without any cover.

In the center of the arena, Sang sat silently.

Once Alice stepped into the arena, he opened his eyes and slowly got to his feet.

Unlike Levi’s astonishing aura, Sang’s presence was like a gentle, soft breeze.

Holy, warm, yet boundless. Half of the altar, divided by him, seemed to be shrouded in a wonderful halo, softly distorted.

Sang’s gaze fell on Alice.

“Levi was defeated. Your guards are impressive.”

“But between you and me, victory is certain for me.”

Alice remained completely unfazed by his words, her eyes unusually calm: “Alice will become the Saintess.”

The gazes of the two candidates crossed, appearing peaceful.

However, invisible extraordinary fluctuations subtly clashed, creating ripples within the barrier.

Sang was indeed of Sequence 6, but under the enhancement of the Seraph, Alice could temporarily elevate to that level as well.

The Child of Light didn’t take Alice seriously at all, dismissing her, “Your confidence is merely blind faith. Even if your bloodline lucked into the goddess’s favor, in the end…”

“Faith is the key.”

“I have believed in the Holy Light since childhood, unsullied by the filth of the mortal world, purer than you, nobler than you, holier, destined for sanctification, while you are merely a maid, a test given to me by the goddess.”

“This trial has always been my battle for sanctification!”

There was no arrogance in Sang’s words, but he genuinely felt superior, smiling amicably as he looked down on an ant.

That innate aura exuded a different oppressive feeling than the pride of a direct disciple of the Holy Sword, enough to make many young talents of the eastern continent bow their heads in submission.

Alice was momentarily taken aback.

But rather than fear, it was confusion that overwhelmed her.

Who understands what you’re talking about?

Is there even a debate section in the Trial of the Saint?

Not understanding aside, Alice felt inexplicably displeased at his lofty demeanor.

Saints are exalted; if she were to fight for that exalted position, how could she fall below?

Seeing Alice fall silent, Sang couldn’t help but smirk: “Knowing the difficulty and retreating to avoid physical pain is a wise choice.”

Alice, however, resolutely replied, “Not a chance.”

“Alice’s faith is above yours.”

Sang furrowed his brow slightly: “Such audacity.”

You, a mere maid of the western continent, how much faith can you have in the Holy Light?

The girl slowly drew her sword, coldly declaring, “Alice believes in Roy.”

“This battle, for Alice, is indeed a battle for sanctification. Now, I will offer my victory for my faith.”

Sang’s warm expression slightly twitched as he paused for a full several seconds before letting out a long sigh.

Woman, are you out of your mind?

I’m discussing faith with you, and you’re talking about what?

What does faith in a person count as faith?!

It’s said that this maid has been trained thoroughly by Roy; now it seems she really is beyond hope.

Sang’s gaze turned cold: “Mortal, after all, is still mortal.”

“Let me crush that ridiculous faith of yours.”