I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 647

Chapter 28: The Golden Dream

Under the concerned gaze of the young boy, Alice felt a warm flutter in her heart.

Roy had never pressured her. As her master, he always cared about her well-being and her feelings, giving her warmth far beyond what a maid could expect.

But it was precisely because of this that Alice wanted to do more to repay that warmth.

“Don’t worry, no matter what happens, I won’t give up,” Alice replied, looking back at the young boy with determination and calmness. “As long as it’s for my master, I will give my all.”

“Alice…”

Roy couldn’t help but frown.

Silly girl, it’s precisely because I worry that I want you to not overextend yourself.

Remembering the way the girl hesitated to even ask to dance, a heaviness settled over Roy’s heart.

Under the shackles of being a maid, to turn into a loyal dog just for his casual commands was not what Roy wanted for Alice.

No matter how important the Saint’s Trial was, he didn’t want to force Alice to bear burdens she didn’t wish to carry.

“I’ve already said, you don’t need to…”

“Rest assured, this time it isn’t just because I’m a maid.”

Under Roy’s surprised gaze, the golden-haired girl placed her hand over her heart and cheerfully said, “Even without the responsibilities of being a maid, I want to help my master.”

“To participate in the Saint’s Trial as Roy’s maid, that’s my own wish.”

Her words were as warm as the morning sun, revealing Alice’s most sincere feelings.

Roy was momentarily overwhelmed with emotion; the warmth and comfort made him finally let out a bitter smile, “You child…”

Acting so warmly makes one want to cherish you!

Roy reached out to stroke the girl’s soft golden hair.

Alice, already accustomed to such affection, closed her eyes.

Her delicate body leaned against Roy’s embrace like a cozy little animal, playfully rubbing against his palm, her ponytails swaying joyfully like a tail.

Roy felt fortunate to have encountered Alice.

But what he cared about wasn’t the Holy Light, but Alice herself.

Having a little warm-hearted one who thinks solely for him was a blessing even greater than becoming an Extraordinary Being.

“I appreciate your intentions, but I’ll say it again; don’t push yourself too hard. Even if you’re not the Saintess, your place in my heart won’t change.”

“Mm-mm!” Alice nodded vigorously, her expression becoming softer than before, as if she were melting into the boy’s embrace.

She understood perfectly well how much Roy valued her.

However, Alice wasn’t doing it entirely for him.

The little maid had her own selfish wishes she couldn’t voice to her master.

The Destined Saintess—Alice knew well how prestigious that title was.

Both her appearance and talent were unchangeable. Only her status could be fought for herself.

Becoming the Saintess was far superior to being the marquis’s son.

Once she became the Saintess, she could rightfully be by her master’s side!

She wouldn’t be outdone by princesses or elves, she wouldn’t bring shame to her master, and she could finally be a girl equal to Roy Ainbrad.

That night, the responsibilities of being a maid, her wish to support Roy, and that little love all fermented in Alice’s heart, making her restless and unable to sleep.

She wove it all into a golden dream and carefully recorded it in her diary.

[Once I become the Destined Saintess and stand equal to my master, I want to tell him everything.]

Just writing these words made the girl’s cheeks flush, her pale bare feet pressing together under the table like shy clovers.

[Alice wants to be the girl who belongs only to you.]

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News of the Saint’s Trial gradually spread.

The Holy Light Church had limited influence in the Western Continent; although churches were scattered everywhere, they held little sway.

The so-called Saint’s Trial was a sensational event in the Eastern Continent, but for the Western Continent, it was merely news of vague importance.

There had been Saint’s Trials in the past, but for the people of the Western Continent, it was like a distant fruit—too lazy to even take a bite.

What even is a Saint? Isn’t it weaker than royalty?

But this time was different.

Firstly, the location of the Saint’s Trial was chosen in White Harbor, making it much more accessible to the people of the Western Continent.

Secondly, the Church spared no effort in promoting this trial; they even invited various factions to participate, making it much grander than any previous editions.

But most importantly, this time the Saint’s Trial was not limited to members within the Church; it was open to all from both the Eastern and Western Continents.

Whether adventurers or nobles, as long as they possessed the power of the Holy Light, they could come for selection to vie for the qualifying position as Saint.

For power or fame, countless candidates flocked in, stirring up a whirlwind of excitement regarding the Saint’s Trial in the Western Continent.

This wasn’t surprising.

The Holy Light Church far surpassed any kingdom in human history, and being a Saint in the Church was no less than being royal in a kingdom. Even nobles, if fortunate enough to become a Saint, would consider it a glorious blessing.

Even the lowest strata of society, upon witnessing how the wealthy and powerful humbly craved the Church’s favor, finally realized how worthy of gossip the title of Saint was.

The Academy of Magic also ignited similar discussions, with teachers and students paying close attention to the Saint’s Trial.

“I have the Holy Light too! Do you think I have a chance to become a Saint and change my fate?!”

Such discussions were commonplace, but the Church’s exchange students merely scoffed, finding it laughable.

“Forgive us, but our Church’s Saint candidates are not only extraordinarily talented but have also prepared for this moment since childhood. You half-baked Extraordinary Beings of the Western Continent have no chance!”

“Hey, don’t be so full of yourself! Looking across the entire Western Continent, there will definitely be an underdog who can compete with your Church’s people, right?!”

“A joke! The Goddess’s blessing is incredibly rare! Pure bloodlines and noble souls are already one in a million. Even if there is someone like that among the candidates, they will absolutely never outshine the geniuses our Church has been nurturing since childhood!”

Overall, there was peace between the Eastern and Western Continents, but when it came to the matter of the Saint’s Trial, tensions started to brew.

In the eyes of the Church’s believers, merely being able to participate in the Saint’s Trial was already a rare blessing from the Goddess, and dreaming of winning the position of Saint was sheer folly.

The Church holds absolute power! Are the folks from the smelly Western Continent begging at our Holy Light Church?!

In truth, this sentiment wasn’t without merit; lacking bloodline inheritance and systematic training would inevitably widen the gap between Extraordinary Beings.

All knowledge and resources regarding the Holy Light Bloodline were monopolized by the Church, making it hard for non-Church Holy Light Extraordinary Beings to thrive. They were indeed mostly insignificant folks.

However, they didn’t know about Alice.

Was the protagonist of “Angel Dance,” the preordained Destined Saintess, really some kind of joke?

Listening to the arrogant proclamations of the Holy Light believers in the classroom, Roy was not angry in the slightest; in fact, he found it somewhat amusing.

Why bother arguing with these blindly following Church folks?

When Alice shines on her stage, she will surely give them a little shock of the protagonist.