I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 646

Chapter 27: Is This a Maid?!

The old man was taken aback for a moment, stroking his beard, finally snapping out of his fantastical ideas.

Buc stared in disbelief, “Are you saying you want to send one of your own to be a Saint candidate?”

“Roy, you might be misunderstanding something; becoming a Saint candidate isn’t that casual!”

The most important thing about being a Saint candidate is having a sufficiently pure Holy Light bloodline.

However, the Holy Light Church had long monopolized the Holy Light bloodline, making that nearly impossible.

Do you think becoming a Saint candidate is like picking cabbages?

Let alone on the Western Continent, even the Church probably only has a handful of suitable candidates, even rarer than golden-tier bloodlines!

“The Saint Trial starts next month; where are you going to find…?!”

The old man paused.

Because Roy’s gaze was fixed directly on the golden-haired little maid.

Alice, on the other hand, blinked blankly, her light blue eyes filled with innocent cluelessness, completely bewildered.

Honestly, Alice didn’t really understand their conversation; she just sensed something serious.

The old man could never imagine that this seemingly cold, yet adorably naive little maid was a once-in-a-million Holy Light genius.

Buc skeptically questioned, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure!”

Roy snapped his fingers, filled with confidence, “Alice, show the director what you can do!”

The little maid nodded earnestly, rolled up her sleeves, and seriously extended her delicate white hand.

What kind of cold joke is this?!

Even as a high-level Extraordinary Being, Buc felt an odd chill wash over him and couldn’t resist wanting to burst out laughing.

But the next moment, a halo appeared.

Pure Holy Light surged from the small maid’s palm, illuminating the entire room like it was daytime.

The old man’s shocked expression was completely drowned by the overwhelming pure light, leaving him speechless.

After a moment, the light faded, and Alice gently exhaled, retracting her hand.

Buc’s beard was messy from the Holy Light explosion, but that pure energy had invigorated him somewhat.

When Buc regained his composure and looked at Alice again, his gaze had entirely changed, revealing a deep sense of disbelief.

He suppressed his curiosity, maintaining a wise elder’s demeanor, but even so, he couldn’t hide a quaver of excitement and confusion in his tone.

“All the Extraordinary resources and promotion rules of the Holy Light bloodline are monopolized by the Church; how did you find such a talent and cultivate her to this level?”

“By chance, my family just happens to have a Holy Light secret technique,” Roy chuckled nonchalantly, pulling some excuse out of thin air.

“As for how I found her, Alice was bought… rescued from human traffickers.”

Having a holy light secret technique at home sounds absurd, but it’s not entirely impossible.

After all, many noble families have bizarre trinkets they don’t even understand themselves. Who knows what crazy things Roland might have privately collected back in the day to seek the Certificate of Kingship?

But the latter reasoning was just outrageous!

It’s no exaggeration to say that if any slave were to awaken extraordinary bloodlines, the traffickers would probably worship them like ancestors.

The probability of buying an extraordinary slave is even lower than that of snagging a noble lady who once was of high birth! And yet Roy just happened to find such an extraordinarily talented Holy Light being!

Not to mention, with Alice’s young age stepping into Sequence 7, Buc estimated that her purity of Holy Light far exceeded most of the Church’s geniuses.

Even that Holy Nun Teresa from back then might not have been as pure at Sequence 7!

Finding such a gifted Holy Light talent by mere chance is luckier than hitting the jackpot five times in a row!

Legend has it that Saint candidates are blessed by the goddess and enjoy extraordinary luck, but to Buc, having a Saint candidate to work as a maid is the real stroke of fortune!

But regardless, this is good news.

After a few sips of hot tea and recovering from his initial shock, the old man excitedly said, “In recent years, the Church’s upper echelons have become increasingly arrogant and difficult to deal with. If we can arrange for your people to infiltrate the Church’s high level, it will certainly be better than us fawning over other Saints!”

His tone had completely shifted to being on the same side.

Roy didn’t mind, as Buc was a noble sage, uninterested in worldly affairs, focused only on humanity’s greater good and once a hero who saved the human world.

Even if he maintained a cautious mindset, Roy had already considered him a reliable ally.

“That said, I remember that becoming a Saint candidate still requires a reference from within the Church, right?”

“That’s easy enough! I have a few trusted friends within the Church who will assist you,” the old man said, glancing at Alice with a hint of amusement, “With Alice’s talent, even without my introduction, I’m sure those old fogies will be scrambling to lavish her with attention.”

“Speaking of which, you really do have quite the nerve, treating such a remarkable girl as a maid to command at will.”

Buc couldn’t help but chastise Roy.

Yet before Roy could retort, Alice muttered unhappily, “So what?”

“The Master is kind and gentle; Alice has no complaints at all.”

“Did you hear that? I’m not mistreating her.”

Roy held Alice’s little hand, beaming with pride, practically floating from joy, leaving Buc speechless.

In any case, things were settled. Buc went to notify old friends in the Church, and when arrangements were made, they would formally head to White Harbor to participate in the Saint candidate selection.

Completing the reverse fate node.

Exploring the secret of the False King.

Helping Alice become a Saintess.

If possible, Roy also wanted to inquire about Roland’s cause of death and test the Church’s bottom line.

All of this converged on the Saint candidate selection.

If things progress smoothly like in the original story, these issues would be resolved in no time.

By that point, with the Saintess Alice’s protection, what concern would there be with Cultists and the Demon Race? One could just enjoy a pleasant life of soft living without worries!

However, dreams are dreams, and reality is reality; reverse fate nodes are never simple, and Roy had never underestimated the other Saint candidates.

The Saint Trial, as the main storyline determining the protagonist’s fate in “Angel Dance,” is inherently fraught with difficulties, let alone now that the original plot had already been significantly altered—who can say what kind of changes might occur?

After Buc bid farewell, Roy turned to Alice, calming down to revisit this matter.

“Alice, even though the respected director said a lot just now, you need to understand that no one can force you.”

“Master?”

Roy straightened his face, gazing into the girl’s clear eyes, cautioning, “The dangers of the Saint Trial are significant; if you don’t want to participate, you can refuse.”

“But this is important to you, isn’t it?” Alice trembled her eyelashes.

“It is important, but not more than you.”

Alice had always obeyed him unquestioningly.

At the command of her Master, the little maid would leap into fire for him.

For a master-servant relationship, that’s perhaps only natural, but Roy didn’t want to take that for granted anymore.

Alice was not someone he could sacrifice lightly.

Whether it’s the secret of the False King or the cause of Roland’s death, even the reverse fate nodes, if they come at the cost of Alice’s suffering, they can all go to hell.

Living off someone’s kindness doesn’t mean being a coward; he hadn’t fallen so low that he needed Alice to bear all the burdens for him.

As Roy expected, Alice stubbornly said, “As a maid, it’s only natural to share worries for the Master.”

“Then consider what follows as your Master’s command.”

Roy looked at Alice, softly advising, “Remember, if you really encounter danger or feel pain, you can give up at any time.”