I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 710

Chapter 92: My Destiny Can’t Be Without You

Against the damp, chilly morning breeze, Roy stepped firmly towards the girl.

“You’ve been wrong from the start.”

“Even if you sacrifice yourself for me and go to the church, I won’t feel even a bit happy.”

“The secret of the false king’s blood, the protection of the Holy Light Church—none of that matters. I won’t build my happiness on your suffering!”

There are always ways to explore the secret of bloodline advancement; besides the church, there are other forces out there to help.

But I absolutely cannot lose Alice.

No need to get tangled up, no need to hesitate.

The girl’s diary not only made Roy realize her feelings for him but also helped him understand his own heart.

The blonde girl in front of him was the treasure he could give up everything for, but could never lose.

Roy reached straight out his hand to Alice.

“I only want you!”

Alice’s shoulders shook as she fought back tears, her delicate features slightly twisted.

But the warmth in the boy’s words only caused her more anguish.

If it were before, she would have dashed back into Roy’s embrace without a second thought.

But now, she couldn’t.

As a saintess, Roy’s future was in her hands.

“How could it be unimportant…?”

After murmuring that, the girl suddenly looked up and shouted, “How could it be unimportant?!”

“Have you forgotten? How many people covet your bloodline! Not to mention you have other important girls!”

“If you don’t advance your extraordinary bloodline and gain the church’s protection, how will you move forward?!”

The visions she’d dreamed of countless times were practically in front of her, yet the image of the injured boy echoed in her mind, binding Alice’s heart.

Alice forced herself to close her eyes.

The chance to change the fate of the false king’s blood was in her hands.

“If I miss this opportunity, you’ll keep being hunted by cultists, continue to get embroiled in crisis after crisis, and never escape the fate of the false king’s blood, until one day, one day…”

Like your mother, like all the previous false kings, crushed by fate, dying in misery.

Fear and pain burst forth in a hoarse scream: “So as long as you’re happy, it’s enough! It doesn’t matter if you ignore me! If Alice goes to the Holy Light Church, you can have the best ending!”

The best ending.

That was the future he had pursued from the beginning as “Roy the Bastard,” now burdened with the false king’s blood.

Roy didn’t know how far he could go or if all his efforts had any meaning. But he absolutely did not want to stand still and miss out on hope.

Alice was right.

The chance to change the fate of the false king’s blood was right in front of them, and if he missed this, bloodlines might become hard to breakthrough, and relations with the church could sour.

No one could guarantee that they would always win.

Endless cultist pursuits and the burdens the girls carried might one day crush him, following in Roline’s footsteps.

For the false king’s blood, the best ending was actually right now.

But that wasn’t the ending Roy Ainbrad wanted.

“You just said, as long as I’m happy, right?”

Roy took another step forward, ignoring the gaze of the temple knights, the pressure from the two high-ranking extraordinary beings, and walked straight towards Alice.

“Then you should definitely not leave.”

“Huh…?”

“What I want has never been an obedient maid, nor a saintess who protects me, and definitely not the destined main character.”

What he couldn’t let go of was never the maid’s submissiveness, not the saintess’s power, and not the so-called destined fate of a protagonist.

It was Alice’s cuteness when he petted her head, her courage when facing strong enemies, the greetings of good morning and good night every single day, and that angelic smile that emerged after enduring countless hardships.

In the girl’s slightly widened eyes, Roy took a deep breath, pouring out his unmasked fiery feelings.

“I only want you.”

“The secret of the false king’s blood, the protection of the Holy Light Church—none of it is as important as you!”

“Even if I’m hunted by cultists, even if I fall into crisis again, even if the future gets crushed by fate, a future without you is not the future I want! My destiny can’t be without you!”

With every step and every word, Roy’s heartbeat escalated, nearly bursting out of his chest, his cheeks burning up.

But this was his heartfelt wish, the ending he yearned for.

The boy stopped just before the girl, at that threshold of dawn, arms outstretched, smiling gently.

“So, come back.”

“Be my girl.”

The tearful expression could no longer be maintained; the dewdrops glistened in the girl’s eyes.

The false king’s blood, the Holy Light Church—every thought was thrown into chaos.

At this moment, a heart filled with warmth could hold nothing else.

The boy’s happiness had found a place of its own.

He had always been watching over her.

What could be more beautiful than this?

If there was something, it would be to open his arms and embrace it all.

The morning breeze stirred, and the blonde girl could no longer suppress the turbulent feelings inside her, throwing herself back into the boy’s arms without a care.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Alice really didn’t want to part! Not as a saintess, not as a church member, Alice doesn’t want that! All Alice wants is you!”

Roy held her tightly as if he were clutching the world’s most precious treasure: “I know, I know everything.”

Dawn had arrived, the night dispersed.

The warm morning light slowly poured down, weaving soft shadows on the church’s door, like witnessing the truest blessings from the goddess.

At this moment, the tightly embraced boy and girl bathed in golden morning wind, their hearts filled with each other’s warmth, tightly leaning on one another, no barriers left.

Suddenly, the girl lifted her head.

Her tear-bright eyes were softer than the morning dew, and the tear-streaked face was lovelier than dawn, while her lips, lighter than an angel’s feather, sparkled with the world’s most captivating sheen.

Even without words, the girl had already conveyed her silent feelings and desires.

So, Roy cupped her delicate face and kissed her soft lips, immersed in a sweetness more alluring than irises, absorbed in the essence that belonged only to Alice.

This was a kiss she had waited for far too long.

The coolness slipped off the girl’s cheeks, but it wasn’t sadness—it radiated an indescribable joy.

The sunlight blurred the outline of their kiss, sketching out a pure and beautiful dawn.

After the kiss, Alice looked up.

Her cheeks tinged with the glow of morning, the girl, with tearful eyes, revealed an angelic smile.

“Now, Alice finally belongs to you.”