I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 703

Chapter 85: The Memories of Bloodline

Nighttime.

As I lay on the bed with the little maid, gazing at the girl beside me with her flowing golden hair, it struck me that my pillow companion was not just my personal maid but also the Destined Saintess, who would one day lead the Holy Light Church. Roy felt a ticklish excitement.

“How’s the life of the Saintess treating you?”

“It’s okay, just busier than before, and I have even less time with you.” Alice’s tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction, but noticing the pride and connection in Roy’s eyes, her voice perked up a bit, “But it doesn’t feel bad.”

Being looked at by her master like this made the slight exhaustion worth it.

And now that she would become the Saintess, she could finally take that final step, right?

Confessing her feelings.

Just like Charlotte and the others, at some perfect moment, with her master…

Just thinking about it made Alice’s heart race, and her cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably.

Shrinking her neck slightly to hide her blushing face beneath the blanket, Alice feigned calmness, “There’s just one last ritual before I become the Saintess, right?”

Roy nodded and smiled, “Yes, just the final induction ritual for the Saint, and then our Alice will officially be the true Saintess.”

Unlike the formalities of the Saint’s Trial, the induction ritual was a true Extraordinary ceremony. At that time, the Church would bestow the pure power of Holy Light, activating the bloodline power within the Saint.

This ritual was essential for Holy Light Extraordinary Beings stepping into higher tiers.

When that time came, an activated Alice would appear like an angel, officially becoming the Saintess under the gazes of all, anticipating the conclusion of the “Angel’s Waltz.”

It was something she had always looked forward to, yet now it left her strangely reluctant.

Roy sighed internally.

The girl leaning on Roy’s shoulder listened to the talk about the induction ceremony, gradually getting sleepy.

Bloodline power, the position of a Saint, immense authority—those things were all fine and dandy.

But what truly made her excited was the meaning represented by the Saintess.

She would no longer fall behind anyone.

Charlotte and the others had said that confessing required the right opportunity.

At the perfect moment, revealing her feelings to her master.

If that were the case, once she truly became the Saintess, she would confess everything to her master, to Roy.

And as someone who would respond, Roy would surely look at her the same way he did the others, embracing her, and then—

Lost in dreams of that beautiful scene, the girl murmured softly, “I can’t wait…”

Roy smiled wryly as he tucked Alice in, relaxing and closing his eyes.

【Bloodline Fusion Rate: 1.34%】

After the fierce battles of the Saint’s Trial, the bloodline fusion rate finally made some progress.

But this increase was so pitiful that it made Roy understand why Rowlin had gone mad back then.

At this rate, even in ten years, he might not reach Sequence 5, let alone break into a higher tier.

The plot of “Angel’s Waltz” was nearing its end, but whether it was Cults or the Demon Race, there would still be various potential hazards in the future.

For that reason, he couldn’t afford to be complacent.

Fortunately, the fate node had been quiet for now; all he had to do was accompany his little maid until the end of the story.

Thinking positively, once Alice became the powerful Destined Saintess, it wouldn’t be bad for him to latch onto her and enjoy the benefits.

Who cares about Cults or the Demon Race? Who would dare to provoke a Saintess…

That was a scene Roy had yearned for countless times.

However, one heavy thought after another shattered Roy’s beautiful dream.

The position of a Saint was never easy.

Rowlin had also said that the Holy Light Church couldn’t be trusted.

Moreover, just looking at Levi and the others’ morals gave him an idea that the Church’s influence in the Eastern Continent would not allow Alice to order them around so easily.

Especially the high-ranking individuals represented by the Archangels; they seemed quite obsessed with Alice’s powers. Did they really have no ulterior motives?

Were they seriously planning to dump all this responsibility onto Alice while seeking to stay out of it?

Looking at the girl’s defenseless and serene face as she slept, Roy suddenly realized that he didn’t feel as happy as he had imagined about Alice bearing the heavy responsibilities of a Saint.

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In his dreams, his blood pulsed, his soul surged, and he felt time rewinding.

It was a sensation Roy had experienced countless times before, etched in his bloodline and soul, memories belonging to the False King.

Or rather, the path to becoming a king.

However, strangely, this time he wasn’t touching the Certificate of Kingship.

Let alone now, he couldn’t accommodate any more divine power.

While Roy puzzled over this, the memories floating in his mind became increasingly vivid.

In the fractured scene, shadows of light spilled through the window from outside.

Majestic architecture, elegant holy paintings, and that immersive, sacred atmosphere that Roy had grown familiar with over the past few days—everything showcased why this place existed.

This was most likely a church belonging to the Holy Light Church.

Oddly, on the altar lay a crystal coffin.

As Roy tried to glimpse the figure within the crystal coffin, the moment he saw another figure, his soul trembled.

A girl with black hair and black eyes, a face strikingly similar to his.

Although he had only seen her in portraits, Roy could never be mistaken.

Rowlin?!

Carl’s wife, the predecessor of the travelers, the False King’s blood from eighteen years ago, the Rowlin who had gone off to the Eastern Continent and never returned?!

At that moment, Rowlin was covered in blood, her black hair scattered, and her breath was erratic, clearly having gone through a fierce battle.

Yet even so, Rowlin’s gaze, fixated on the crystal coffin, bore no pain—only uncontainable joy.

“I knew it! I knew you were killed by the Church!”

“I should have figured it out; the Church was covering this all up, and the Saint is the key to the False King’s ascension!”

“Ha, no wonder after that guy, no False King could break through the higher tier. After all, besides him, no one else could access the Holy Angel’s Blood, right?”

“Excuse me, First Generation Saintess, since you’re lying there, your power will just be mine to use!”

In just a few short sentences, it left a massive impact on Roy.

It was not surprising that the Church concealed the False King’s promotion.

The First Generation Saintess was killed by the Church?! Who was the guy Rowlin mentioned?!

The secret of the False King breaking through a higher tier was actually related to the Saint?!

Just as Rowlin was about to uncover the coffin, the church doors were smashed open.

Knights and priests surged in, cornering Rowlin and weighing heavily on Roy’s heart.

If the former False King’s blood, Rowlin, was truly killed by the Church, then it wasn’t just about trust anymore.

However, just when the knights and priests were about to launch an assault, the crystal coffin behind Rowlin erupted with dazzling light.

The scene cut off.

Waking from the dream, the boy gazed at the sunlight faintly peeking outside the window, his face heavy with seriousness.

First Generation Saintess. Rowlin. The False King and the Saint. Eighteen years of truth. And the true intentions of the Church.

What on earth was going on?

This dream not only left him puzzled but brought even more questions, giving Roy a headache.

Fortunately, this dream wasn’t all bad.

【High concentration of Holy Angel’s Blood detected, False King’s bloodline activated!】

【Fusion rate deepened!】

【Bloodline Fusion Rate: 27.81%】